Chapter 4216: Imperial Son Xuan
Chapter 4216: Imperial Son Xuan
Editor: Henyee Translations
No matter how one looked at it, this effeminate man had cultivated the First Form of the True Self Tier to perfection. If there was anything lacking, it was that his Body Art was slightly inferior to Ling Han, and his mystical power was also slightly inferior, but with the boost of the Imperial Technique, his battle prowess completely overwhelmed Ling Han.
Boom, the Divine Beasts, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird, the Black Tortoise were all formed from Regulations as their bones, with high-level energy as their bodies. Their divine might was awe-inspiring, and they possessed incredibly terrifying destructive power.
If it was the little azure dragon or the large black dog, they would probably have been defeated long ago. Even if the little azure dragon’s physique was extremely tough, it wouldn’t be able to withstand it. After all, the gap between their battle prowess was too wide.
However, Ling Han could disperse all attacks within a gap of six Heavens. This kind of attack could only cause him light injury, but could not cause him serious injury.
The battle was incredibly intense, but in truth, it was difficult to decide the victor.
Ling Han used this feminine man as a whetstone, and continued to walk his own path.
Previously, he had also considered Zhu Dongkui as a qualified rival, but it was a pity that he had been interrupted by the seven Saints while he was still fighting. He hoped that he could improve further this time round.
Not long after, the hundred moves were completed, but Ling Han didn’t stop. The feminine man also didn’t stop, and the two of them were still fighting extremely intensely.
Ling Han was filled with enlightenment. He was no longer limited to the Imperial Techniques, Saint Techniques and Venerate Tier Techniques. He could use whatever he wanted, as he willed it, but his battle prowess was steadily improving.
Why were Zhu Dongkui and the feminine man so strong?
Because they had all walked their own paths, and that was why the celestial technique used from their hands was able to be so powerful.
As expected, what truly belonged to one would be the very strongest.
Of course, the truly powerful ones weren’t Zhu Dongkui and the feminine man, but rather the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor. All of this was formed from his divine sense.
Ling Han had only taken a small step on this path, but compared with countless prodigies, he was already far, far ahead.
—Most prodigies would never be able to take this step in their entire lifetime.
It should be known that taking the first step was actually the most difficult.
Ling Han already had a clear plan. He would first merge various techniques, then take advantage of their strengths to make up for their weaknesses, and refine the celestial technique that truly belonged to him.
Actually, he had already walked this kind of path before, when he was in the Genesis World. However, the two were completely different systems of power, with different Regulations of heaven and earth. There was not much reference value.
However, since he had a successful experience, would this still be difficult for Ling Han?
At this moment, he couldn’t help but think, ‘What about Ding Shu?’
The other party should also be like him, the overlord of a Genesis World. Then, he must have also walked his own path, and reached the peak of the world.
Thus, though Ding Shu had yet to walk his own path in this world, he was sure that this would not trouble him for too long.
Moreover, he also possessed the Imperial Scroll!
Ling Han felt pressured, but this caused his fighting spirit to soar, filled with motivation.
He felt that he had made some progress again, but just how difficult was the Imperial Path? Furthermore, he was only a True Self Tier cultivator. Thus, this progress was extremely negligible.
Yet Ling Han was satisfied. The difficulty of the Imperial Path was so great that even top grade Saints would find it difficult to make the slightest progress. Looking at the whole world, it was clear from just how few Pseudo-Emperors there were, that even if the heaven and earth did not allow the appearance of a new Ancestral King, it was still difficult for top grade Saints to become Pseudo-Emperors.
Weng, a powerful aura suddenly appeared.
Ling Han was shocked, and suddenly stopped.
When he stopped, the feminine man also stopped, and turned his head to look.
A man in a golden robe appeared in the sky above the mountain peak. He looked to be in his early twenties, and his features were sharp and angular.
Sect Master level!
Ling Han used his eye technique to scan over him, and couldn’t help but feel shocked.
He was too young!
Though it was a piece of cake for cultivators to change their appearance at will and make themselves young, under normal circumstances, who would do that?
The most important thing for cultivators was their abilities, and their cultivation level, not their looks.
Looking around the world, what Sect Master wasn’t a white-haired and white-bearded elite?
This man now looked to be only in his early twenties, which meant that he was at the peak of his life, and was at the prime of his vitality. In future, he would still be able to shine for quite a long time.
This astonished Ling Han. He was too young.
Moreover, there were dragons and phoenixes intertwined on this man’s shoulders, and there was also divine springs surging beneath his feet. Ling Han had never seen such a strange phenomenon before.
“Oh, his Regulations is close to perfection!” The effeminate man showed a hint of admiration, but it was only for an instant. He was filled with melancholy again, exuding a strong longing.
The golden-robed man did not even cast a second look at Ling Han. That was a kind of disdain that came from deep within his bones. He was like a True Dragon that could move unhindered in the Nine Heavens. Would he even cast a second look at an ant on the ground?
“Senior, this junior is Lin Xuan. Please provide guidance,” he said to the feminine man. He bowed slightly, and put on a respectful attitude.
—This was the divine sense of a Great Emperor.
Lin Xuan!
Ling Han was shocked. This guy was Imperial Son, the strongest Imperial Son of the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan, one of the Golden Generation.
He thought of the gentle man’s evaluation of Lin Xuan: Regulations was close to perfection!
Hiss, from the True Self Tier onwards, one would start cultivating Regulations. This guy had cultivated Regulations to near perfection, so his battle prowess was naturally terrifying.
Ling Han had seen a member of the Golden Generation before, but he had never fought him before. The True Dragon Abyss did not allow it, so Ling Han had no way to judge the overall strength of the Golden Generation, but the words “Regulations was close to perfection” was enough to show the freakish talent of the Golden Generation.
Moreover, the Golden Generation didn’t have any shortcomings, and they were nurtured with the power of their entire clan. Not only were they skilled in cultivation, but they were also extremely powerful in Body Art.
Ling Han had killed Lin Lang. If the latter knew his true identity, this guy would probably make a move.
—After the seven Saints entered, the little azure dragon and the large black dog had changed their appearances again.
The feminine man nodded, and delivered a palm strike at Ling Han and the others first. Xiu, the three of them were wrapped in a streak of light, and began to traverse at extreme speed.
Then, he charged towards Lin Xuan.
Xiu, Ling Han and the others traversed through the Great Emperor’s corpse at an extremely fast speed. This time, they travelled from his left arm to his left leg.
The environment here was different. It was foggy, and visibility was extremely low.
“I wonder what’s going on with the people standing guard here,” the large black dog mumbled. “One moment, they’re laughing, and the next, they’re filled with melancholy. They’re all freaks.”
Ling Han had been walking, yet he suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Old Black, what did you say just then?”
“They’re all freaks?”
“No, the first line.”
“One moment you’re smiling, and the next moment you’re filled with melancholy?” The large black dog was slightly confused. ‘Why are you asking this?’
Ling Han pondered for a moment. After a while, he asked, “Don’t you guys find this strange?”
“Strange, of course it’s strange.” The little azure dragon immediately said, “We’re inside the body of a Holy Emperor, so don’t you think it’s strange?”
Ling Han shook his head, and said, “Although the two people who guarded the entrance were both very strong, and were in fact so strong that no one could defeat them, it was precisely because of this that the problem arose.”
“What problem?”
“Their battle prowess is practically equal, then what is the difference between passing a stage and passing a few stages?”