Chapter 301: Myriad Heavens: A Person in Covering the Sky, Refining Treasures to Become Emperor Chapter 301 The World Behind the Door

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

"Master, lately all the major powers have extended olive branches, inviting me to explore the Kunpeng Nest together."

"Am I really that popular?"

Boy secretly pondered, a flicker of secret delight crossing his face, "Could it be that my fame has spread far and wide throughout this world?"

"Of course!"

Boy puffed out his chest, his inner monologue unceasing, "A Boy of unparalleled grace and Transcendent Sage strength like me being sought after by all—isn't that only natural?"

Thinking this, he deliberately struck a pose he considered exceptionally dashing, his head bobbing like a rattle drum, the corners of his mouth split to his ears, immersed in a world of self-intoxication, unable to extricate himself.

Jiang Xuan witnessed this scene, his face full of helplessness, black lines covering his forehead.

He simply could not figure out when exactly Boy had fallen into the "Abyss" of narcissism.

"This definitely has nothing to do with me; I've always acted discreetly, it absolutely cannot be because of me."

After much thought, he pointed the spear of suspicion toward Liu Shen.

"They seek you only because you successfully opened the Ten Cave Heavens, which is required to enter the Kunpeng Nest." Jiang Xuan walked forward, reaching out to gently pinch Boy's face.

Boy not only did not resist, but tilted his head, pouting with a tsundere expression: "Hmph, in the end it's still because I'm too outstanding! My innate charm—who could resist? They're just using the name of the Kunpeng Nest to get close to me, this peerless genius."

"With my cultivation talent, this unmatched handsomeness, where am I not the focus of everyone? I reckon, without me, this Kunpeng Nest simply cannot be explored!"

That expression, as if he were already world invincible, with none able to surpass him.

Jiang Xuan listened to these narcissistic words, and involuntarily images surfaced in his mind of the helpless expressions of the Bu Tian Ge members over the past year when "tortured" by Boy—some speechless, some laughing and crying, others completely bewildered.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Stop being narcissistic, hurry up and cultivate." Jiang Xuan lightly pinched Boy's nose, trying to interrupt his self-praise.

Boy's eyeballs rolled, looking exactly like a cunning little fox.

Immediately after, he employed the Transmission Technique, also laying down layers of concealment methods, his voice small as a mosquito humming: "Master, brew me three jars of beast milk tonight! No, five jars, for a disciple as talented and hardworking as me, this bit of reward isn't excessive, is it? Only I deserve this delicious and nutritious beast milk; anyone else wouldn't have the qualification."

That look, as if afraid others would hear his "precious" request.

"Learned to bargain at such a young age, and so righteously?" Jiang Xuan lightly patted Boy's buttocks.

Boy immediately clung to Jiang Xuan like cowhide candy, shaking his arms and pouting his lips, pitifully begging: "Master~ Master~ you're the best, just agree to me. I cultivate so hard, isn't it so I can become your pride in the future? Ten jars of beast milk—that's the source of my cultivation power! Only you, Master, can brew beast milk so fragrant and sweet; the beast milk others brew, I disdain."

That force, whoever saw it would soften their heart.

Jiang Xuan simply couldn't withstand it, helplessly sighing and nodding.

The Boy who received permission instantly brimmed with vitality, jumping and running to cultivate, humming an unknown little tune in his mouth.

Actually, even if Jiang Xuan didn't agree, Boy would obediently go cultivate.

Cultivation was to make himself stronger, a major matter concerning his own future.

However, this didn't hinder him from seizing every opportunity to act coquettish with his master, striving for "special treatment" unique to himself.

Boy's foundation was number one under heaven.

From a young age he displayed astonishing cultivation talent, various arts learned at once; the foundation others painstakingly cultivated and accumulated paled in comparison to him.

The Spirit Transformation Realm posed no difficulty for him at all.

Spirit Transformation Realm, simply two words, expressing the true meaning.

This realm was divided into three stages in total. The first stage was Flesh Becomes Spirit.

Taking ordinary people as an example, the flesh was merely a body, but at this stage, the flesh was as if endowed with new life, able to actively absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth; every inch of muscle, every bone seemed to have its own consciousness, becoming lively.

The second stage was Reshape True Self.

It required the cultivator to calm his heart, cast aside external interference, delve into his own inner world, find his truest self, excavate the power hidden in the depths of his soul, and reshape a stronger, purer self.

The final stage was Cave Heaven Nurtures Spirit.

The cultivator opened his own Cave Heaven, nurturing spirituality within it, letting spirituality grow bit by bit; the stronger the spirituality, the stronger the cultivator's strength.

These three stages, one hurdle after another, every step was like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate; successfully crossing would bring a qualitative leap.

Boy's accumulation was too profound; no one could compare.

He began to impact the Spirit Transformation Realm; others might need closed-door cultivation for months or even years, but he only used a few days to steadily step into this realm.

Just as he broke through, the Heavenly Tribulation arrived.

The sky instantly filled with dark clouds, one bolt of arm-thick Tribulation Lightning after another struck straight down at Boy.

The power of the Tribulation Lightning was too great; it struck Boy until blue smoke rose from his body, and he couldn't help but shout and cry out in pain.

Boy gritted his teeth and withstood it; his flesh slowly changed, and faint spirituality began to sprout.

These spiritualities were like sparks, gathering bit by bit, constantly nourishing his spirit and true self, and his strength further increased in the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The news of Boy entering the Spirit Transformation Realm quickly spread in Shi Cun.

After Shi Yunfeng learned of it, his heart was full of emotion.

He himself had cultivated for decades, suffering countless hardships, before finally reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm with difficulty.

But Boy, at only nine years old, easily achieved it.

Shi Yunfeng thought of himself back then; to improve his strength a bit, he searched everywhere for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, cultivating from dawn to dusk every day, and compared to Boy, the difference was truly too great.

Moreover, if talking about combat power, Shi Yunfeng estimated that in front of Boy, he couldn't withstand a single move.

If Boy truly made a move, he estimated one hand could suppress him.

While Boy cultivated, Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen quietly bade farewell to Shi Cun and appeared at the Northern Sea.

For Boy who had stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm, the Kun Peng Chao was exceptionally favored by heaven.

Using the Kunpeng Precious Technique as an opportunity, it attracted heroes from all over the world to come in droves, and this held extremely crucial significance.

Exchanging pointers with numerous powerful experts is an indispensable link on Boy's path of growth.

In these exchanges, he could sense the characteristics of different cultivators' methods and combat styles, discovering his own shortcomings.

Every clash is a collision of thought, prompting him to constantly adjust and optimize his own combat methods and cultivation concepts, rapidly improving his practical combat ability.

Breaking through and transforming under pressure is of vital importance.

Precisely for this reason, this is also why Jiang Xuan let Boy go to the Kunpeng Nest.

Jiang Xuan personally arriving at the Kunpeng Nest, wanting to obtain the true original text of the Kunpeng Precious Technique would not be difficult; everything he did was none other than to temper Boy.

When they appeared again, a scene completely different from the Great Wilderness unfolded before Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen.

As far as the eye could see, it was the vast boundless Northern Sea, waves surging and swelling, rising high, then crashing down with a boom.

"Most people of the Huang Domain will never in their lifetime have the chance to witness the ocean's visage, but the powerful ones in the sea, their strength is in no way inferior to those on land."

Jiang Xuan gazed into the distance at the Northern Sea, his expression calm, his tone gentle.

The deep sea is vast and profound; just how many rare resources, hidden inheritances, and strange races it contains, no one knows.

Compared to land, the ocean is obviously far more mysterious.

Take the Northern Sea for instance, the inheritances here are mysterious and unique.

The Sea God Inheritance is the most renowned among them; its inheritors have the Sea God bloodline flowing in their bodies, able to communicate with the power of the ocean.

Besides the Sea God Inheritance, the Northern Sea also has the Ling Whale Inheritance; inheritors can obtain part of the Ling Whale's abilities, such as possessing super-strong perception, able to detect movements several li away in advance; they can also swim at extremely fast speeds in water, even briefly control water currents, as if fused with the ocean.

In the depths of the Northern Sea, there is also the Jiao People clan's inheritance.

The Jiao People excel at using song to bewilder enemies; their inherited arts fuse rhythm and spiritual power, causing those who hear it to fall into an illusion, their minds lost.

Furthermore, they master a unique Refining Treasure Art, using rare materials from the deep sea; the Magic Treasures they forge often have miraculous effects.

The various hegemon-level Powerful Forces of the Northern Sea, their influence and strength, are in no way weaker than any sect on the Huang Domain's land; some are even more powerful.

"The Kunpeng's aura is growing increasingly dense; it must be deep in some sea area of the Northern Sea!"

Liu Shen gazed into the distance; at this moment, his mind was not at all on the surging ocean scenery before him.

In his mind there were only the bits and pieces related to his old friend, and the anticipation of soon exploring the old friend's remains.

Before the Kunpeng Nest appeared in the present world, the surroundings were shrouded in layers of mist.

Liu Shen's brows were tightly knit, he held his breath and suppressed his aura, not letting slip a single thread of weak aura fluctuation.

Jiang Xuan stood to the side, likewise seriously investigating.

At this time, the Northern Sea was calm, waves tranquil.

Not a shred of clamor from various parties gathering could be seen; the Kunpeng Nest and Bai Duan Shan are completely different — before revealing itself, no one could perceive its existence at all.

Naturally, no one would come here early to stake out and wait.

Perhaps those descendants in the Northern Sea who bear the Sea God bloodline possess unique sensing abilities, able to detect signs of the nest's emergence two or three years in advance; but judging from the current situation, this sea area is still tranquil, without any movement.

"Found it!"

"Then let's set out." Jiang Xuan was concise and to the point.

In an instant, the two figures disappeared; when they appeared again, they had already arrived near the sea area Jiang Xuan had pinpointed.

"At the end of life, hiding in the Eight Domains, building a nest here..."

Liu Shen murmured softly, his voice sorrowful.

Back then, she fought shoulder to shoulder with the Kunpeng, confronting the Yi Yu.

At that time, they were high-spirited; to protect their homeland, they spared no cost, but now the old friend is gone, leaving only this nest.

Liu Shen felt both sorrow and doubt; the Kunpeng was struck by the Immortal-Severing Curse, at death's door even a complete corpse would likely be difficult to preserve, why still build such a formal nest?

Only to see a massive stone cliff standing quietly; on the cliff wall, faintly visible, it was slowly inhaling and exhaling chaotic qi.

However, this is merely a projection of the true Kunpeng Nest; its true nest forms a world of its own; from the layout before them, this is clearly a formal nest, seemingly for long-term residence.

But given the Kunpeng's situation at the time, struck by the Immortal-Severing Curse, fundamentally powerless to resist, with life about to reach its end, yet still building the nest so formally, it is truly puzzling.

Unless it wanted to retain a final dignity in death... but Liu Shen knows the Kunpeng too well; experts of their level mostly place life and death beyond concern; except for a very few exceptions, most would not care about such so-called dignity.

At the moment they decided to step forward and confront the Yi Yu, protect their homeland, they had already cast life and death to the back of their minds.

Jiang Xuan stood quietly to the side; he gave Liu Shen ample time to ponder, did not speak to disturb, merely accompanied at his side.

After a long while, Jiang Xuan finally slowly spoke, "Let's go, enter and take a look."

Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen stepped out; the surrounding heaven and earth instantly transformed.

Atop the stone cliff it was empty and hollow; apart from the whistling sea wind and the rising and falling sound of waves, there was actually not a single thing.

That Kunpeng Nest permeated with chaotic qi they had seen before had now vanished without a trace.

That was an illusory projection.

The true Kunpeng Nest is far away on the sea surface in the distance.

It likewise lies within the scope of this stone cliff, but is not in such an easily accessible place as the cliff edge.

Soon, the two captured that nest; it was a giant city on the sea, towering from sea to sky.

The degree of its magnificence and grandeur is rarely seen in the world.

Back then, the Kunpeng in the tragic great war with the Yi Yu, relying on its own strength alone, turned the tide, engaging in desperate struggle with countless Yi Yu experts.

However, two fists are no match for four hands; though she was brave and fearless, she also suffered severe injuries, nearly perishing.

Afterwards, she was struck by the Immortal-Severing Curse; once hit, even an Immortal would have their immortal power severed, reduced to a Mortal.

For the heavily injured Kunpeng at that time, the Immortal-Severing Curse's power was undoubtedly fatal.

In the final moments of life, the Kunpeng forcibly propped up its last strength, came to this sea area, built this nest; perhaps to find a resting place for itself, perhaps to leave some inheritance and hope for posterity.

After she completely perished, her body no longer had any divine peculiarity; a generation of Quasi-Immortal King, thus vanished between heaven and earth.

"Hmm, a Single Thread of light gate?"

"Shall we go in?"

Liu Shen's eyes turned toward the light gate, showing some fluctuation.

"Good."

The two approached the light gate, and a crushing pressure surged forth, growing ever more fierce.

If a Dun Yi Realm cultivator reached this place, they would likely be crushed to dust by this pressure before even stepping inside, their flesh and soul vanishing in an instant.

Liu Shen's divine power surged around her, and with a light wave of her jade hand, she shattered the heavy pressure.

What met their eyes was a strange river flowing ceaselessly, yet compared to the river outside the gate, it was worlds apart.

The river of Spiritual Qi flowing outside the gate was already a rare and magnificent sight in the world, with Spiritual Qi condensing into tangible mist, swirling and coiling.

But this river before them inside the gate was enough to leave one speechless, for it was no ordinary river in the usual concept, but the legendary River of Time!

The world behind the gate was like a dead silent space forgotten by time.

Not a gentle breeze blew, not a cloud was seen, nor did a single raindrop fall.

(Chapter End)