Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao c1-1294

by Flying Alone 孤单地飞

  He estimated that the remaining Demonic Qi should be enough to push him up two or three more small tiers.

  ‘Rush, rush, rush!’

  Time quietly passed. Under the nourishment of the energy of the Demonic Qi, the spring’s eye expanded to its extreme once again. His body trembled as the door to the third layer of the Gushing Spring Tier opened up to him.

  This speed was shockingly fast; third layer middle period, late period, peak, and a breakthrough again!

  It lasted till the middle period of the fifth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier—the Demonic Qi was finally exhausted at that point. Ling Han smiled faintly, opening his eyes.

  He was now in a weird condition.

  His cultivation was in the fifth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier, but all would see it as the first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier. His true power surpassed the ninth layer of the Gushing spring Tier, and his battle prowess… even without using his trump card, he could easily shoot up to fifteen stars.

  As outsiders saw it, that would be a first layer of the Gushing Spring Tier with fifteen stars or above battle prowess; just how heaven-defying was that?

  Besides, his physique also broke through to Rock Cliff Body. Not only was his defense greatly increased, but so was his ability to refine two more drops of the Indestructible True Fluid.

  Ling Han raised his right hand, shaking it lightly. Black light surged out, opening up to form a net, as if it were lines of fabric that formed a certain character. However, these black lines adhered to his palm, and couldn’t be shot outwards.

  He indistinctly felt that these black lines were extremely scary, because he himself definitely didn’t want to touch them even a bit.

  This was the remnant of the Demonic Qi he refined.

  “Small Tower, what is this?” Ling Han asked.

  “Power of Regulation,” Small Tower replied without any delay.

  Ling Han was shocked for a moment. Small Tower lost its memory, so he only asked casually without any expectations, but unexpectedly, he actually received an answer.

  “What’s the Power of Regulation?” he asked again.

  Small Tower oscillated slightly, as if pondering. After a while, it said, “I’m not quite sure, but it’s very impressive.”

  ‘Who would’ve thought a tool spirit could say something so irresponsible!’

  “Ya!” Hu Niu jumped up fiercely, and with a peng , she appeared over thirty meters above the ground. When she landed, the little girl couldn’t help but jump in joy, and said, “Niu broke through!”

  Ling Han’s swept by, only to see that Hu Niu had reached the peak of the ninth layer of the Element Gathering Tier; if she went up a just a teeny tiny bit, she could become a Gushing Spring Tier martial artist.

  Based on what Ling Han knew, this little girl’s cultivation speed was definitely unprecedented, something that would never reappear in the world. Even if he was a Heaven Tier reincarnator with a God Tier Spirit Base, he could only pale in front of Hu Niu.

  “Niu’s going to fight ten!” Hu Niu laughed aloud.

  Ling Han snickered, and grabbed with his right hand. The Demon Birth Sword already appeared in his hand, immediately putting up a fierce struggle, but inside the Black Tower, there wasn’t any use in being a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool—the Black Tower restrained it completely.

  With a thought, the Black Tower’s power immediately activated, washing away the Demonic Qi inside the Demon Birth Sword.

  He immediately discovered that the Demon Birth Swords spirit was already connected with the Demonic Qi, and it could no longer be severed. If he were to refine the Demonic Qi, then the spirit would die along with it.

  He only slightly hesitated, then decided to continue, for a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool that couldn’t be used by him was useless. The spirit’s existence would only be counter-productive—once it left the Black Tower, it would unhesitantly kill him.

  Since that was the case, he naturally wiped away the spirit as he could slowly produce and nourish a new one.

  Hong , the Black Tower’s mighty force swept by, and in that instant, the Demon Birth Sword’s spirit and Demonic Qi were annihilated without a single trace left behind.

  Ling Han picked up the exceptional sword, trying to activate the martial intent in it.

  If the spirit didn’t die and was willing to help, a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool could release the power of the Shattering Void Tier, allowing Ling Han to walk rampant on these vast stretches of land. However, the spirit died, so Ling Han’s power was necessary to awaken the martial intent in the blade, activating the power of the Spirit Tool.

  He exerted a lot of strength, and saw that a singe line of fabric on the blade lit up.

  Chapter 248

  Translator: Reverie_ Editor: Kurisu

  Too weak—his current strength was really too weak. He could barely initiate a tiny shred of martial intent because he had a tiny bit of Heaven Tier’s divine sense.

  Ling Han nodded—it would do. At least, this sword was a genuine Tenth Tier artifact, and although only a tiny shred of martial intent could be activated, Shattering Void Tier warriors were still so powerful that even a shred of martial intent was super-kickass already.

  Moreover, the stronger he was, the more power of the Demon Birth Sword could he activate. Sooner or later, he’d make this Tenth Tier Spirit Tool regain its glory.

  The problem was, his power was too weak—if it was exposed that he possessed a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool, then just how many covetous eyes would it attract?

  He secretly decided that he would try not to use the Demon Birth Sword unless he had no other choice.

  Now it was time to fight with that Demon Emperor.

  Ling Han looked outside through the Black Tower, only to see that Rong Huan Xuan was expectedly still searching for him, looking like he’d go through all tedious means to achieve his goal.

  His figure flickered, and he was already in the outside world.

  “Huh?” Seeing Ling Han appear soundlessly, Rong Huan Xuan instantly revealed a shocked expression. If Ling Han could appear by his side right now and launch a surprise attack… wouldn’t Ling Han be able win easily?

  Ling Han smiled lightly, and said, “Should I call you Rong Huan Xuan, or Asura Demon Emperor?”

  Rong Huan Xuan’s soul should’ve been killed off, and now Asura Demon Emperor’s soul possessed this physical body.

  “Youngster, this lord originally wanted to possess your body, but never did I think you could run so fast!” Rong Huan Xuan laughed. “Call this lord whatever you want. Wait until this lord rules the world later, this lord will naturally reclaim the title of Asura Demon Emperor.”

  Ling Han shook his right hand, and the Demon Birth Sword already appeared in his hand. He brandished his sword in a flower-like pattern and said, “If you die here, there won’t be any later!”

  “Hahahaha!” Rong Huan Xuan laughed aloud, and then shook his head. “Perhaps you can destroy this lord’s body, but it doesn’t matter. This lord can still possess another! If this lord was so easily annihilated, then how would this lord have been divided into nine parts and suppressed in various mystery realms?”

  “So you didn’t lie about this part, you really got dismembered.” Ling Han laughed.

  Rong Huan Xuan’s expression turned cold and he said, “In front of this lord, you dare to behave insolently?”

  “What, you want me to call you ‘lord’?” Ling Han laughed.

  “Years ago, countless people knelt before this lord, and those infinitely stronger than you weren’t even worth my attention. Who do you think you are?” Rong Huan Xuan said in disdain.

  “Alright, alright, a real man doesn’t boast about his past achievements. I am indeed merely someone in the Gushing Spring Tier, but you’re not any better.” Ling Han waved his hand dismissively.

  “Detestable brat!” Rong Huan Xuan’s expression became serious. “It just so happens that the owner of this body harbors an extremely deep killing intent towards you,
and this lord also wants to kill you, so go die!”

  He brazenly unleashed a palm with infinite black light surging from it—it was like it turned into knots of snakes, attacking toward Ling Han.

  Ling Han had no fear. Although Asura Demon Emperor escaped confinement, he was still confined to a Gushing Spring Tier warrior’s body, and he was much less threatening; otherwise, Ling Han wouldn’t even appear—even if the sky collapsed, someone else would uphold it.

  He swung the Demon Birth Sword and sliced towards Rong Huan Xuan.

  “Damn it, you actually wiped away this lord’s consciousness on the sword?” Rong Huan Xuan originally had a cold smile at the corner of his lips, thinking to order the sword’s spirit to activate its power to kill Ling Han directly, but he discovered that the command he sent was like a stone that sunk in the bottom of the sea.

  He should’ve been able to realize immediately that his divine sense decreased by a bit, but he was now fused with Rong Huan Xuan’s body—that caused him to grow much less sensitive, and so he only realized the command was useless now

  ‘This brat is too weird!’

  Slowly penetrating the Demon Birth Sword with his power and corroding the spirit within to subdue it took him several millennia; at the same time, this largely weakened the formation’s power, allowing Rong Huan Xuan to take away the Demon Birth Sword.

  Who would’ve thought that with just over a day’s effort, Ling Han completely wiped away his divine sense from the Demon Birth Sword.

  ‘Wait, wrong!’

  Since part of his divine sense was fused with the sword’s spirit, causing them to share their life and death, the destruction of his divine sense contained in the sword meant the sword’s spirit also died!

  He sighed in relief—if the Tenth Tier Spirit Tool unleashed its power, his current body would truly be unable to defend against it!

  As he was a special being which was a soul and had no body to begin with, he wouldn’t be killed together with the body he possessed right now. However, he had been suppressed for several millennia, which definitely hurt his Origin Qi, and furthermore, he had just expended a vast amount of Demonic Qi to stop Ling Han. If he had to possess yet another body, he would definitely suffer serious injuries.

  Thus, he wouldn’t want this body to be destroyed.

  Ling Han smiled lightly and said, “This sword would be wasted on you.”

  ‘Sh!t!’

  Even with Asura Demon Emperor’s temperament, he still had the urge to curse. With his status and identity, when he mentioned being suppressed for several millennia, people would almost be scared to death, and yet this junior actually looked down on him?

  “Hmph, you possess a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool, but so what? Its impossible for you to activate its power—just let this lord send you to your grave!” Rong Huan Xuan sneered and opened his mouth to spit out strings of black Qi, which surged and turned into bundles of black spikes.

  This wasn’t Asura Demon Emperor’s Demonic Qi, but Rong Huan Xuan’s Corpse Qi!

  Ling Han’s expression became serious as he held the Demon Birth Sword in front with the tip pointing slightly downward. Endless sword intent condensed, forming endless vortices in the surrounding.

  Rong Huan Xuan’s expression suddenly changed and he said, “What sword technique is this? Huh, this lord remembers seeing it somewhere?”

  Mysterious Three Thousand!

  Ling Han unleashed his sword and Origin Power surged, turning into an array of light… this was a transformation after reaching the Gushing Spring Tier—Spiritual Qi began to accumulate, turning into a hundred swords made of Origin Power!

  The Three Styles of Black Origin could only be cultivated when one reached the Gushing Spring Tier. He had the power of the Gushing Spring Tier, but he couldn’t unleash the full potential of the Three Styles of Black Origin.

  Now that he reached the Gushing Spring Tier, at least Mysterious Three Thousand was showing its true loftiness.

  “This wave of sword intent… Heaven’s Sword Sect!” Rong Huan Xuan’s eyes suddenly constricted, revealing an obvious sense of fear. However, the attack already reached him, so he could only ward off the blow by flipping both palms, sending out waves of black Qi—though whether it was Corpse Qi or Demonic Qi was a mystery.

  Peng, peng, peng, the hundred swords pierced through, beating Rong Huan Xuan into a persimmon as they blazed with sword light.

  Rong huan Xuan shielded his head with one hand while his other hand shielded his heart as black-colored Demonic Qi coiled around his hands. Meanwhile, the rest of his body was riddled with thousands of gapping wounds. Blood gushed out violently and white bones were revealed on his arm; however, his head and heart were successfully protected.

  “Heaven’s, Sword, Sect!” Rong Huan Xuan said one word at a time, clenching his teeth and appearing extremely furious. Waves of black Qi coiled activated in his body, healing his wounds immediately at a visible level.

  Chapter 249

  Translator: _Dark_Angel_ Editor: Kurisu

  Ling Han had already witnessed it previously. When Rong Huan Xuan lost his arm, Asura Demon Emperor still managed to force it to grow back. This recovery ability was really quite incredible. Upon seeing it a second time, he could feel nothing but astonishment.

  This recovery ability was already good enough to compare to the Indestructible True Fluid, but his maximum now was only three drops of the Indestructible True Fluid.

  But on a second thought, what cultivation level was Asura Demon Emperor at? The God Tier! Though despite being an ultimate warrior of the God Tier, he was trapped in the body of a martial artist in the Gushing Spring Tier and thus unable to display his abilties to the fullest. Nevertheless, he should still have some special skills. Otherwise, he would not have been suppressed all those years ago, but instead killed off a few hundred times.

  Additionally, Asura Demon Emperor obviously recognized the Mysterious Three Thousand and even managed to say these three words, Heaven’s Sword Palace.

  The Heaven’s Sword Sect and the Heaven’s Sword Palace, together with the Three Styles of Black Origin, meant that there was definitely a close link between these two existences.

  “Heng, I did not think that you were actually a disciple of the Heaven’s Sword Palace. I cannot leave you alive!” Rong Huan Xuan declared grimly. He took a great leap, and hong, there actually gushed out a black mist from behind him, making it seem as if he had grown out wings. He was actually able to move as easily and freely in the air as he liked.

  The God Tier was still God Tier, after all. Even if he was currently forcibly trapped in the body of a mere Gushing Spring Tier martial artist, he was still able to display shocking abilities.

  Ling Han did not feel fear. The Demon Birth Sword once again moved to attack, exploding in an array of bright afterimages.

  This was an actual Level Ten 1 Spirit Tool. Even if there was no martial intent to activate it, merely the treasured sword itself already possessed a terrifying might. It was astonishingly sharp, and what would not immediately be severed after being sliced by it? As Sword Qi danced, it was as if the Sword Emperor himself was still alive and possessed an invincible might.

  Rong Huan Xuan suffered continuous attacks, and his flesh and blood continued to fly in all directions. However, Demonic Qi possessed a powerful recovery ability, so he would be able to instantly recover and be well enough to fight again.

  But his Demonic Qi did not have an endless supply. Previously, he had already expended over half of his Demonic Qi to imprison Ling Han, and taking over Rong Huan Xuan’s body had also expended quite a lot of Demonic Qi. If he continued to use it to endlessly to heal his injuries, even he, Asura Demon Emperor, would not be able to bear it.

  “Damn! Damn!” Rong Huan Xuan roared loudly at the sky. “Such a piece of trash, when I was at my full power, merely one look would be enough to kill him off 10,000 times, but now a weakling like this actually managed to wound me. I’m practically going to die with fury!�
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  “If you do indeed die with fury, I would be quite delighted,” Ling Han said calmly.

  Rong Huan Xuan became even more angered. This brat actually still dared to make sarcastic remarks at him!

  However, his current body was really too weak, and his Demonic Qi was unable to control Ling Han either, which meant that his greatest weapon was rendered ineffective. Now, what else could he do except continuing to be beaten?

  “Heng, I have just escaped my prison, so I will spare you this once. The next time we meet, I shall definitely tear you apart!” Rong Huan Xuan threw down a line that fit the situation and immediately scrambled into the Three Lives Corpse Caskets.

  The most important thing now was not to battle Ling Han to death, but to seek out the other eight Mystery Realms that had the parts of his soul suppressed within. The moment he managed to completely reform his soul, he would immediately recover the cultivation level of the God Tier.

  Hong , the copper coffin moved and rushed towards the altar, abruptly crashing into the big crack that had formed there previously.

  Ling Han could not help but give him the middle finger, expressing his disdain. However, the Three Lives Corpse Caskets was also a Tenth Tier Spirit Tool, so even if he had the Demon Birth Sword, he would not be able to destroy it. Thus, he could only let things go for now.

  However, in the next instant, his expression changed dramatically. The earth was rumbling, and one after another, cracks opened up. These cracks were like a spider web that spread all over the ground, but it was a great number of times wider than actual spider’s silk.

  …The whole ground was currently transforming into an uncountable number of ravines!

  F***!

  Even when leaving, this Asura Demon Emperor would still not forget to cause trouble. He must have controlled the Three Lives Corpse Caskets and crashed it into the core of the Mystery Realm. Now, the whole realm was about to fall apart! This immortal monster had been suppressed here for millennia, so he had to be more familiar with the situation of this place than anyone else.