Chapter 139: Refining the Secret Technique, Zhou Yang's Instant Transmission

Nine Fiend Continent, Continent 05 region, the bottom of a huge beautiful lake.

Zhou Yang took out a Safety Capsule forged entirely from F9-grade Metal and Liuyun Stone Mother, placed it in the lake‑bottom rock layer, and his whole body quickly entered it.

"Babata, activate all detection functions and scan the surroundings of my realm!"

He gave the instruction, yet his entire being began to replay the just‑finished battle.

"I am now using the 'Qiankun' Secret Technique; dealing with most Noble Prince Immortals should pose little problem, but facing some peak Marquis with special trump cards becomes rather difficult."

In the battle against that Demon Race Cangyun Marquis, he found that his 'Qiankun' Secret Technique still had many shortcomings.

The most obvious is that its offensive power is insufficient.

Take that Cangyun Marquis, whose divine body is colossal; even if he stands there and endures the Black‑White Millstone's crushing, it would take nearly a hundred full‑body crushes to finally eradicate his Undying Body.

Among the billions of universal races, there are countless divine bodies larger than that of Cangyun Marquis, or talents even more mysterious and powerful than his.

If dealing with this Cangyun Marquis is so arduous, imagine confronting a Seal King Immortal.

"My strongest offensive method now is to gather the Space‑Time Force derived from the entire Qiankun World, condense it into a 'Cosmic Millstone', and use it to suppress and crush the enemy!"

"However, my current Qiankun World only integrates some Fundamental Law Essence; frankly, it's merely a world 'Embryonic Form', and the Space‑Time Force it yields is still very limited."

Zhou Yang thought silently, "Creating a super‑large Cosmic Millstone indeed gives a huge attack range, but the corresponding power becomes overly dispersed, resulting in insufficient offensive strength."

"Moreover, condensing such a vast Cosmic Millstone consumes an enormous amount of Space‑Time Force, taking longer time; how should it be improved?"

He narrowed his eyes; his powerful consciousness, comparable to a peak Seal King Immortal, swiftly deduced using the Derivation Disk.

Within the Meteor Tear, mysterious clear streams constantly surged out, keeping his consciousness perpetually pure and void.

Even though he has now reached a level comparable to a Seal King Immortal, the auxiliary effect of this mysterious clear stream shows no sign of weakening.

In this clear‑void state, his five senses expand infinitely, and the chaos in his mind is gradually clarified.

"First, the cohesion of the attack and its release speed must be improved; additionally, it would be best to combine it with my existing methods."

"How to improve it?"

He furrowed his brows.

"The principle of the Qiankun World draws on the Stellar Transformations' Array Space method, fusing the Eight Fundamental Laws to derive entirely new Space and Time forces."

"These new Space and Time forces are generated by my controlled derivation, so they can be directly commanded without prior comprehension, which is their greatest advantage."

He continued his silent deduction.

"By the way, besides the fused new Space and Time forces, I am also contemplating the time and space laws of the Swallowing Universe; could these two Space‑Time forces be fused again?"

"Also, why must I limit myself to forms like 'Space' or 'World'? Law Power should be deployable through various means—war blade, spear, sword, halberd, even Mind Force Weapon."

"I must keep probing the Eight Fundamental Laws, integrating more Fundamental Law Essence, to make the Secret Technique more balanced and stable."

As the deductions continued, insights kept surfacing in his mind.

"It's too crude; my previous ideas were truly crude."

"All those 'optimal combination' methods were illusion; improvement, there is still room to improve!"

Zhou Yang immersed himself in contemplating and refining the Secret Technique.

Occasionally, he would go out to hunt and fight, testing each of his ideas in battle, then reflecting and improving.

A single hunting expedition, followed by reflection and contemplation, would take a short training period of ten days to half a month, or a long one of three to five months.

Continent 05 is now extremely close to the Core Land of the Nine Fiend Continent; here, many strong ones exist, and for safety, ordinary Noble Prince Immortals travel in groups of two or three.

Thus Zhou Yang does not lack opponents.

With the nourishment of the Life Record for hundreds of years, his Life Gene Level has now risen to nearly 6,300 times.

In other words, his base power can erupt at 6,300 times the Peak Realm Lord Power, already comparable to a strong Marquis!

Adding twice the amplitude of the first layer of the Yandao Secret Manual, he can easily unleash over 12,000 times the Peak Realm Lord Power.

Generally, an output of 100 times the Peak Realm Lord Power corresponds to the level of an ordinary Army Lord Immortal.

An output of 1,000 times the Peak Realm Lord Power is the level of an ordinary Noble Prince Immortal.

And an output of 10,000 times the Peak Realm Lord Power already reaches the level of an ordinary Seal King Immortal!

With such base power, aided by the Derivation Disk's eruption, it can barely damage the Undying Body of a Noble Prince Immortal.

However, since he is still at the Realm Lord stage and cannot burn Immortal Divine Power, his overall strength is roughly equivalent to a High Marquis Immortal.

Of course, this is assuming he does not employ the 'Qiankun' Secret Technique.

Once he activates the 'Qiankun' Secret Technique, even an unfinished version can easily slay ordinary peak Marquis.

Thus, Zhou Yang spends most of his time immersed in Law Perception and the contemplation and refinement of the Secret Technique, venturing out to hunt only occasionally.

Moreover, each time he goes out to fight, he employs different methods.

Sometimes he uses the Derivation Disk to summon the Three‑Headed Six‑Armed Giant; other times he even wields a war blade, long spear, long sword, or engages in close‑quarter fist and foot combat!

As for the 'Qiankun' Secret Technique under refinement, it is rarely employed.

Even so, ordinary Noble Prince Immortals meeting him are almost powerless to retaliate.

Only Immortals above High Marquis can give him a real fight.

However, as Zhou Yang's research into the Secret Technique deepens and he integrates new insights into combat, his battle power begins to soar at an exaggerated, rapid pace!

Time passes.

But for Immortal strongmen roaming the Extraterritorial Battlefield, time is merely a number.

A casual adventure or a single seclusion for them can span thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

And Zhou Yang, immersed in the elevation of his Secret Technique perception, suddenly finds eight hundred years have passed.

"Boom—boom—boom~~~"

Above a continuous massive mountain range, two strongmen are locked in fierce combat.

"Human Race, are you annoying? You can't even kill me, why do you keep harassing me!"

A gigantic roc with wings spanning dozens of kilometers opened its wings, spoke human words, and shouted angrily at the figure ahead.

"Ha ha, Cloudwing King, you've fled three times; we finally met—do you think this is fate?"

Opposite it stood a divine giant nearly a thousand zhang tall, the giant clad in an azure‑gold scaled battle robe, black and white threads interwoven across the robe, and finally in his two hands formed a black War Blade and a white Long Sword.

"Cloudwing King, our fate runs deep; stay and chat!"

The divine giant surged forward, slashing down with his left War Blade; the vast space ahead shattered instantly, and the endless spatial turbulence swallowed the Cloudwing King whole.

Immediately, his right Long Sword thrust out, and a mysterious power descended upon the Cloudwing King, continuously corroding his body, causing some of his Gene cells to shift toward aging—that is the power of time!

The Cloudwing King, caught in the spatial turbulence, paled dramatically and swiftly detached that small portion of his body tainted by the power of time.

Just this alone caused him at least a 1.5% loss of Divine Power!

"What a crappy fate! Isn't it just because your detector is advanced!"

The Cloudwing King shouted angrily.

Its massive wings that blanket the sky quivered gently; the endless spatial turbulence swirled between them, not hindering it at all but actively propelling it forward.

"Go crazy here yourself; I have no time to play with you!"

"Swoosh!"

The massive Roc silhouette traced a winding path in the sky, and with a light swing it evaded the divine giant.

Then it lingered not, its speed spiking to the extreme in an instant, dashing swiftly toward the distance.

"You stupid humans, eat dust behind Cloudwing Lord, ha ha ha~~~"

The Cloudwing King's laughter rang across Heaven and Earth.

"The Darkwing Roc King clan truly lives up to being the most adept at spatial and flight arts among the Demon Race's Eighteen Royal Clans; their movement speed is downright monstrous!"

At the core of the divine giant, Zhou Yang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

In the past several decades, the Qiankun Secret Technique's refinement has nearly been completed.

And not long ago, during an outing hunt, he happened upon a Seal King First Rank Demon Immortal and immediately took him as a training target.

Under the now nearly perfect new Qiankun Secret Technique, even the Seal King First Rank Cloudwing King cannot resist, only able to parry passively!

This undoubtedly delighted Zhou Yang, showing that he has truly mastered power that rivals the Seal King Immortal.

Only the Cloudwing King excels especially in spatial and flight arts; over these decades, Zhou Yang has fought him three times, and each time he escaped successfully, relying on his bizarre, unfathomable flight technique.

But this time, the outcome may be different.

Silver Stars shot out in rapid succession; as Zhou Yang's mind tugged, countless Law Threads began to intertwine, and a hazy World Projection descended instantly, enveloping tens of thousands of kilometers around, with binding forces converging upon the Cloudwing King.

"Human Race, are you stupid? This move does nothing to me!"

The Cloudwing King, in the form of a massive Roc, sneered.

Its massive wings quivered lightly, the endless spatial turbulence coiled between them, and the binding forces were infinitely weakened, barely affecting its speed.

"Hehe, who said I released the Qiankun World to bind you?"

Zhou Yang's laughter rang within the hazy world.

"Swish!"

The divine giant's figure vanished on the spot.

At the same moment, the space before the Cloudwing King rippled slightly, and a familiar silhouette silently emerged!

Its eyes widened instantly!

"Instant—Teleportation!"

(End of Chapter)