Chapter 169: Quasi-Emperor-Level Imitation

"Buzz—"

In the courtyard, a faint aura spread, countless spiritual energies gathered, condensing into the silhouette of a middle-aged man.

He stood with his hands behind his back, hovering in the air; though a phantom, he possessed an unsurpassable dignity, looking down upon all beings.

Quite astonishing.

"You already cultivate a not-inferior Dao-rank technique; even if you practiced my core technique, there wouldn't be much improvement."

"Then I'll teach you an offensive grand technique."

"First, Crimson Flame Severing Hatred Slash!"

"I once used this method in the Primeval Era to behead a saint of the demon race, making him bleed."

"Compared to an ordinary Saint-rank grand technique, its power is superior!"

The Nine Yang Ancient God spoke lightly, as if a demon saint were nothing in his eyes.

His right hand lifted slightly, a wisp of scarlet divine light flowed at his fingertips, surging into Qin Yu's sea of consciousness.

Countless surging information flooded into his mind.

Qin Yu felt his head was about to burst.

The momentum contained in this technique made him feel unable to withstand it.

"Rip—"

The Nirvana True Fire within his body began to surge, rampaging from his dantian through his meridians.

The scorching pain made Qin Yu feel somewhat suffocated.

【If you accept the Nine Yang Ancient God's advice, when cultivating his transmitted technique, you will unlock peerless talent, comprehend it at an astonishing speed, and suffer no side effects.】

After a moment, Qin Yu began to endure the pain and comprehend the obscure, profound characters in his mind.

The more he looked, the more shocked he felt.

In the description of the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor, this Nine Yang Ancient God should have had little fame in the Primeval Era, merely a minor lackey.

Yet Crimson Flame Severing Hatred Slash can continually temper one's True Fire, like forging fine steel, layer upon layer, compressing it until it erupts.

This is equivalent to an upgraded version of his six-sword style.

How many layers of flame compression you can withstand determines how terrifying the grand technique you unleash will be.

Moreover, it condenses the power of the Great Dao into a sword gleam or blade light.

It is also extremely dangerous; a slight mistake exceeding one's limits will likely annihilate the physical body on the spot.

One must clearly know where one's limits lie.

Time trickled by; Qin Yu constantly deduced in his mind, his divine sense consumption enormous, continually devouring the spiritual medicines in his hand to repair.

The Nine Yang Ancient God blinked slightly, at this moment somewhat dumbfounded.

"Crimson Flame Severing Hatred Slash consumes even more than an ordinary Saint-rank martial skill."

"Yet he can persist for half a day."

"Even if he wants to comprehend it, are his divine sense reserves enough?"

"Moreover... what's going on with his spiritual energy?"

"His Spiritual Transformation Third Layer rivals the spiritual energy reserves of a Sixth or even Seventh Layer."

"His dantian is not simple."

The Nine Yang Ancient God's heart was shocked immensely; he had once taken in some top-tier evildoers as disciples, not lacking innate Dao bodies or Saint-rank talent.

But when the technique entered their bodies, they were directly overwhelmed by that momentum.

Some even became idiots on the spot, their divine sense extinguished, lacking self-awareness.

Yet Qin Yu, merely at the Spiritual Transformation Third Layer, managed to withstand it?

And he even directly entered a state of comprehension?

This is simply too outrageous!

"Heaven-rank talent absolutely cannot reach this degree, nor does he have such perceptiveness; the fire Dao intent within his body has already begun to stir, indicating he is already deducing..."

"However, the stronger your talent, the better my judgment proves to be."

"I have planted a heart gu in the core of this grand technique; as soon as you cultivate it to minor accomplishment, I will then be able to control you through it."

Although surprised, the Nine Yang Ancient God didn't dwell on it, after all... he would soon be able to depart.

As long as the Heaven-Earth Covenant is dissolved.

He will definitely flee at the first opportunity.

Leave this world.

As for... attacking Qin Yu, he thought it over extensively, but ultimately gave up.

He felt that behind Qin Yu was not simple.

If he were merely a Phoenix pure-blood descendant, it would not be worth having the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor's imprint go out to kill him.

Know that this imprint can erupt with power that is astonishingly tremendous.

These ancient beings store their imprints within, so that one day they may scrape by until the Great Era opens, in the most glorious age, live a second life in reverse.

Of course, over ninety percent of cultivators are to bestow a legacy and select a suitable heir.

To achieve that extent.

They are top experts of the ancient era.

Their fame shakes all realms; they are supreme existences.

And the Phoenix Second-Generation Ancestor merely wasted one of his backup plans.

A backup plan for a second life in reverse.

The Nine Yang Ancient God does not dare to take the risk; if they accidentally kill Qin Yu, they might end up stained with boundless karma.

Immediately, he just waited quietly in the courtyard.

Always ready to intervene, after all, this was the first time he practiced the lethal great art.

He merely wanted to escape.

He didn't want anything to happen to Qin Yu.

Moreover, if Qin Yu died,

He and it had signed a heaven-earth contract, and their souls would vanish at the same time.

Time passed—one day… two days… three days…

On the third day, as the first light of dawn rose, pale white sunlight fell upon the courtyard.

Qin Yu's face was completely bloodless, deathly pale.

"Boom—"

A faint humming sound echoed within his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes; sharp sword intent merged with a faint red light, shooting forth, seeking to tear apart everything before him.

He gripped an ancient bronze sword in his hand; the Nirvana True Fire in his dantian instantly gathered upon the blade.

"Clang!"

The True Fire compressed, condensing within it.

"Clang!"

Second compression.

"Clang!"

Third compression!

Qin Yu felt the energy in his hand surge immensely, powerful to the extreme, his tiger's mouth continually going numb from the shock.

He directly slashed toward the courtyard gate.

"Crimson Flame Grudge-Severing Slash!"

A silvery-white sword blade, razor-sharp, extending ten zhang, trailed by raging flames, swept forth wildly.

Charging toward the courtyard gate to attack.

The courtyard, built of blue stone, was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire, plus the sharp, surging sword blade.

In an instant, half the courtyard was utterly obliterated.

You must know, this place… is the main peak of the Profound Yang Sect!

Every piece of stone selected was of Profound Tier.

Ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators couldn't even make a hairline crack.

But Qin Yu, with a single sword, directly swept away half the courtyard.

Had the formation not been activated, it would have been even more astonishing.

"Three days… to get started?!?" At this moment, the Nine Yang Ancient God fell into contemplation.

He was utterly dumbfounded.

This is just too terrifying, right?

Once, a heavenly genius quasi-saint of the immortal race wished to cultivate this method, kneeling outside the mountain gate for forty-nine days.

And he offered vast treasures in exchange.

He reluctantly agreed.

He imparted it to him.

But he also took a full four days to get started and be able to use it.

And Qin Yu, a Spirit Transformation cultivator, only used three days?

How is that possible!

As if struck by lightning, the Nine Yang Ancient God was completely dazed at this moment.

At this moment, Qin Yu noticed the courtyard was damaged, came to his senses, and sacrificed an ancient bronze cauldron, from which an extraordinary aura emanated, directly drawing the Nine Yang Ancient God inside.

After all, a Primeval Ancient God being held in his hand—this news would be too explosive; if it got out, it wouldn't be as simple as the Profound Abyss Holy Land or several major domain forces laying siege.

In the Cangyuan Jie, any hidden-world Dao lineage that survived the great calamity would take interest.

Even the core elders of the Profound Yang Sect must not be allowed to know.

Immediately, he transmitted: "From now on, you stay here."

As the words fell, the Nine Yang Ancient God directly appeared in a dark space, faint starlight twinkling around; he sought a place of light.

After taking a few steps, that faint starlight was extremely distant from him.

It seemed impossible to approach.

Yet he felt it truly existed.

Because the constantly operating rules were clear, seeming to self-perfect; he could even draw some rule energy from it to replenish himself.

But at this moment, he felt his scalp tingle; even as a soul, he got goosebumps.

"Inside this bronze cauldron, is a universe evolving?"

"What is this?!"

"An Imperial Artifact?!"

His pupils contracted, his heart filled with terror; this was at least a Quasi-Imperial Artifact, lacking life aura, likely a counterfeit.

According to, imitations made from Imperial Artifacts also have a grade far exceeding Saint Tier, reaching Quasi-Imperial Tier.

Such a supreme treasure.

Not to mention himself, the entire lineage of Primeval Ancient Gods is exceedingly rare—only two or three exist!

So,

Behind Qin Yu,

What exactly is the power?

To toss such a treasure onto a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation Realm?

You're not afraid of losing it?