Spirit Transformation Technique!

"Divine formation, arise!"

Xu Qingyang formed a seal with both hands. His Vermilion Bird Martial Soul and immovable Wisdom King divine body instantly manifested. Then the divine formation within the Heavenly Abyss transformed into countless divine chains, binding Xuanyuan Haotian outright.

"Aah..."

A agonized scream rang out. Xuanyuan Haotian's enormous body shrank to ten feet tall, looking like that of a five- or six-year-old child.

"You can actually control the divine formation?"

At that moment, Xuanyuan Haotian's face was deathly pale. He looked at Xu Qingyang, gritted his teeth, and spoke in utter shock.

Xu Qingyang did not answer him. Instead, he continued controlling the divine formation to restrain Xuanyuan Haotian.

"Master of the Desolate Tower, I really don't want to die! Spare me this once!"

Xuanyuan Haotian sensed that if Xu Qingyang continued restraining him with the divine formation, this projection of his would be annihilated.

"Hahaha!"

Xu Qingyang burst out laughing. "Xuanyuan Haotian, weren't you so arrogant just now? Scared already?"

Xuanyuan Haotian: ???

The next moment.

Xu Qingyang said coldly, "Xuanyuan Haotian, today I shall destroy this projection of yours as the price for your provocation!"

"If there's a next time, I'll cut down your true body!"

As Xu Qingyang activated the divine formation's restraints again, Xuanyuan Haotian's projection was instantly annihilated.

"Not bad!"

The woman in the white dress looked at Xu Qingyang and spoke with the ghost of a smile.

"Hehe!"

Xu Qingyang chuckled.

If those invincible beings across the myriad heavens and worlds knew that the illustrious Ruthless Empress had given Xu Qingyang a "not bad," their hearts would probably have filled with intense envy.

Across the myriad heavens and worlds, only three people had ever earned a "not bad" from the Ruthless Empress.

Then Xu Qingyang's consciousness returned, and he opened the fourth Heavenly Book within his brow: Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist.

"Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist was created by a Buddhist sage, Master Wuxin!"

"It consists of eighteen punches, each with a thousand variations!"

"Bear in mind that the core of this fist art lies in comprehension of the Great Dao. The moves themselves are secondary!"

Xu Qingyang opened the first page. As he read this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he smiled. "This Master Wuxin really was extraordinary. The Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist he created is thousands of times more sophisticated than those fist techniques passed down through the generations!"

Then Xu Qingyang continued reading the remaining words on the first page.

"The first punch of Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist, Dragons Beneath Heaven, corresponds to a grotto-heaven technique. The second punch, Divine Elephant Battles Heaven, is a spirit transformation technique!"

When Xu Qingyang tried to read further, he found he could not turn to the second page.

"Looks like I should practice the first two punches of Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist first!"

Xu Qingyang stood up and began practicing its first punch, Dragons Beneath Heaven.

Boom!

Xu Qingyang abruptly threw a punch. In that instant, his fist force transformed into a gigantic azure dragon that shot forward.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a flash, the boulder outside the pavilion, capable of withstanding hundreds of thousands of units of force, shattered outright.

"Dragons Beneath Heaven is truly formidable! No wonder it corresponds to a grotto-heaven technique!"

A delighted smile appeared on Xu Qingyang's face.

"Next, I'll practice Divine Elephant Battles Heaven. I need to find somewhere else, or even the pavilion will be blasted to pieces!"

Xu Qingyang thought, Looks like I can only practice this punch in a cultivation chamber!

A few breaths later.

Xu Qingyang arrived outside the cultivation chambers. An old man in gray robes asked, "Young master, are you going inside to cultivate?"

"Yes, Third Grandfather!"

Xu Qingyang nodded in reply.

"Go on in!"

The gray-robed old man waved his hand as he spoke.

Soon, Xu Qingyang entered the cultivation chambers. The gray-robed old man murmured to himself, "I heard this little fellow awakened an emperor-rank sword martial soul three days ago, only to lose it. Just a day later, he could cultivate again, and his cultivation and combat strength suddenly emerged. He even managed to kill Qi Tai'a, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm!"

"Looks like this little fellow has encountered an opportunity beyond anything I can imagine!"

Once inside, Xu Qingyang chose Heaven No. 1, the best cultivation chamber in the Xu Clan.

Xu Qingyang began practicing the second punch of Dragon-Elephant Prajñā Fist, Divine Elephant Battles Heaven.

Boom!

At that moment, Xu Qingyang took a step forward, then abruptly unleashed a punch.

His fist force surged like an ocean, accompanied by howling winds. It instantly transformed into an immensely towering divine elephant, seemingly possessed of a fighting spirit that could devour all beneath heaven, before soaring into the sky.

Rumble!

The Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber collapsed outright.

"What the hell?"

"Divine Elephant Battles Heaven is actually this fierce?"

"How many times more powerful is it than Dragons Beneath Heaven?"

As Xu Qingyang stared at the collapsed Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

The gray-robed old man outside heard the tremendous crash and appeared in an instant. At the sight of the collapsed Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber, he was completely dumbfounded.

What did Xu Qingyang do in the Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber?

Surely he didn't cause this just by cultivating?

At that thought.

The gray-robed old man shook his head, convinced it was impossible.

The Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber could withstand cultivation at the grotto-heaven level.

"Sorry!"

Xu Qingyang looked at the gray-robed old man and said with a wry smile, "Third Grandfather, I was a little careless just now and made the Heaven No. 1 cultivation chamber collapse!"

"It's all right!"

The gray-robed old man stared at Xu Qingyang. "If the old doesn't go, the new won't come, right?"

Xu Qingyang gave an awkward laugh, then turned and left.

The gray-robed old man said thoughtfully, "What cultivation art was the young master practicing just now that could make the cultivation chamber collapse?"

"Looks like I need to tell the clan leader about this!"

The council hall.

Xu Juren looked at the gray-robed old man before him and said excitedly, "Third Brother, you just said Heaven No. 1 collapsed because of Qingyang's cultivation. Is that true?"

This gray-robed old man was Xu Juren's third younger brother, Xu Nanjin.

"Of course it's true!"

Xu Nanjin spoke with complete seriousness.

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing Xu Nanjin's answer, Xu Juren could no longer contain his excitement. He burst out laughing. "If I'm not mistaken, Qingyang must have been practicing a grotto-heaven technique!"

At those words, Xu Nanjin seemed to realize something. He smiled. "Eldest Brother, now that you put it that way, the young master really must have been practicing a grotto-heaven technique!"

"Third Brother!"

Xu Juren cautioned him, "You must keep Qingyang's practice of a grotto-heaven technique secret. Absolutely no third person can know!"

"I understand!"

Xu Nanjin replied.

"You may leave!"

Xu Juren then waved his hand as he spoke.

As Xu Qingyang passed the training grounds, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Qingyang!"

Xu Qingyang immediately turned and looked at Xu Jinhong, who wore blue robes. "Brother Jinhong, it's you!"

Then Xu Jinhong approached Xu Qingyang. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Young master, were you the one who killed Ye Xingchen in the Boundless Mountains?"