611: Chapter 611 Imperial Tutor (1)

After Qin Yun turned around, he never looked back.

Beneath his feet was the scorched earth, and above him was the grey, hazy sky.

He did not walk fast.

Nor did he have a destination.

His cultivation as a Heavenly Emperor was complete, his Acquired Chaos Body had reached Major Achievement, his Dual Emperor Body was perfectly integrated, and he possessed the Six Books and Six Treasures.

Placed anywhere in the Nine Great Heavenly Continents, he was among the tiny handful of people standing at the very pinnacle.

But there was no one by his side.

Ling'er was gone.

Chen Yang had been swept away by the Immortal Path.

Gu Zhan had also been swept away.

He had just recognized You Chen, and now he was gone again.

Even the azure pagoda had disappeared along with the True Road.

Qin Yun walked past a ruined city.

Most of the city walls had collapsed, and charred marks from the great battle still remained on the streets.

A few Loose Cultivators were squatting behind a broken wall; when they saw him from afar, their expressions changed immediately.

"Hurry and leave."

"Don't look."

"That person's aura is too terrifying; he's not someone we can afford to provoke."

The group scrambled away in a panic.

Qin Yun didn't even lift his eyelids.

He continued walking.

He walked for a long distance.

He crossed an uninhabited mountain range.

He stood on the mountaintop for a while.

In all directions, there was only emptiness.

After the Immortal Path opened and closed, the top-tier combat power of the Nine Great Heavenly Continents plummeted.

A large number of Pseudo-Immortals were sucked away by the True Road, and all factions shifted to a defensive stance.

Qin Yun came down from the mountain and walked for another three days.

He thought of Ling'er.

He remembered when she was little, carrying a bowl of candy as she walked over, timidly saying, "Brother Yun, don't be sad, I'm still here with you."

He thought of Chen Yang.

He remembered the old man's pretentiously profound tone the first time he popped out of the ring.

He thought of Gu Zhan.

He remembered him standing deep within the Eternal Burial Ground, with Grandmist Qi spreading out, like an old sword sheathed in its scabbard.

He thought of You Chen.

He remembered that broken sword, that Sword Intent, and that name he hadn't had a chance to call out.

They were all gone.

Qin Yun looked down at his hands.

Heavenly Emperor cultivation.

Chaos Body at Major Achievement.

Dual Emperor Body at Major Achievement.

Six Books and Six Treasures.

But even adding all these things together, he couldn't trade them for a single person.

He continued walking.

Many more days passed.

He walked through scorched earth.

He walked through deserts.

He walked through an old battlefield that had been flattened by the great war.

Fragments of broken Emperor weapons were still stuck in the ground, and in some places, bloodstains had already dried into black.

Qin Yun stopped in front of a broken stele.

The name of a Sect was carved on the stele.

He did not recognize it.

It was probably some small faction that had been wiped out during the Great Era.

The surface of the stele was cracked, and the characters were blurred; in a few more years, he feared even these traces would not remain.

Qin Yun watched for a while, then turned and continued walking.

It was at this moment that there was suddenly movement within his body.

It was not the Chaos Body.

It was not the Dual Emperor Body.

It was the book of life.

And the death book.

The two Heavenly Treasures vibrated lightly at the same time.

Qin Yun's footsteps paused.

He lowered his head and inspected his inner self.

The book of life was on the left, emitting a very faint cyan light.

The death book was on the right, with coffin patterns faintly floating.

Both items pointed in the same direction.

Qin Yun raised his head and looked in the direction of that pull.

Very far.

So far that even with his current perception, he could only catch a faint fluctuation.

The power of a Heavenly Continent.

This thought suddenly popped up.

Previously in the Shenxuan Heavenly Continent, he had used the void book and void treasure to draw upon the Origin of the Heaven and Earth of an entire continent.

In the Yuanhuang Heavenly Continent, he had done the same thing using the death book and death coffin.

Each time, it had allowed his cultivation and Foundation to take a huge step forward.

Qin Yun stood on the wasteland, the wind blowing his robes until they rustled.

Rather than wandering aimlessly.

It would be better to find a place and temper himself to the absolute limit.

When he was strong enough.

Strong enough to pry open the Immortal Path.

Strong enough to bring back those who had been swept away.

Strong enough that when the things in the Abyss came out again, he alone could press them back.

Once this thought arose, Qin Yun's gaze changed.

It was no longer the empty, blank confusion from before.

But instead, he had a direction once again.

He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the resonance between the book of life and the death book.

The pull of the two Heavenly Treasures became clearer and clearer.

They were pointing to a place among the Nine Great Heavenly Continents that he had never been to.

The Changsheng Heavenly Continent.

Qin Yun quickly calculated in his mind.

The Laws of Heaven and Earth in the Changsheng Heavenly Continent favored vitality, creation, and Reincarnation.

With his current cultivation of both the Dao of Life and Death and his Foundation of the Chaos Body at Major Achievement, absorbing the power of the Heavenly Continent there would be the most efficient.

And it was also the most aligned with the cultivation direction of the Immortal Sutra.

Qin Yun opened his eyes.

He did not hesitate.

Fixed Immortal Travel was activated.

With a spread of the Immortal Spirit light wings behind him, his figure vanished from the spot.

Several days later.

The Changsheng Heavenly Continent.

Qin Yun landed on the edge of an ancient mountain range.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he sensed the difference.

Within the earth's veins, strands of the Origin of vitality flowed slowly, as if the earth itself were breathing.

Qin Yun walked forward a few steps.

The vibration of the book of life became stronger.

Qin Yun did not stop and continued to go deeper, following the pull.

The further he went, the thicker the vitality became.

Eventually, even the soil beneath his feet was glowing with a faint green light.

The wild grass by the roadside grew taller than a person, and crystalline dew hung on the leaves, each drop containing pure Origin of life.

He walked for a long distance.

Suddenly, a huge ancient forest appeared ahead.

In the center of the ancient forest stood a divine tree that had lived for who knows how many millions of years.

The divine tree was too large.

So large that when Qin Yun stood under the tree, he couldn't even see the entire crown.

The tree roots coiled for hundreds of miles, deeply embedded in the core position of the earth's veins.

The tree trunk was covered in gullies left by the passage of time, and in every gully flowed golden-green sap.

That was the manifestation of the Origin of life.

Qin Yun looked up.

This tree itself was a natural Holy Land for cultivation.

It was rooted in the earth's veins, connecting Heaven and Earth, gathering all the purest Origin of vitality of the entire Changsheng Heavenly Continent right here.

Qin Yun did not move forward anymore.

This was it.

He found a flat stone platform in the deepest part of the divine tree's root system and sat cross-legged.

The Six Books and Six Treasures floated out simultaneously.

The void book and void treasure floated on the left.

The book of life and life treasure floated on the right.

The death book and death coffin sank behind him.

The six supreme treasures returned to their positions, their auras pulling at each other, forming a complete cycle.

Qin Yun closed his eyes.

The Immortal Sutra circulated.

The Body Scripture followed.

The Chaos Body served as the furnace.

The Dual Emperor Body served as the walls.

The power of the Origin of Heaven and Earth of the entire Changsheng Heavenly Continent began to gather toward him, strand by strand.

First, the earth's veins beneath his feet.

Then, the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings.

Then, the more distant mountains, rivers, ancient trees, and spirit springs.

Finally, even the invisible layer of Heavenly Dao Laws above the firmament was gently pulled.

The power of an entire continent slowly poured into his body.

His seclusion began in earnest.

Don't know how many years passed.

The Nine Great Heavenly Continents entered a long period of silence.

The aftermath of the Abyss incident was too great.

The Immortal Path had sucked away a large number of Pseudo-Immortals, and all factions shifted to a defensive stance to recuperate.

The Abyss became the Forbidden Ground among all Forbidden Grounds in the Nine Great Heavenly Continents.

Ancient factions took the initiative to arrange their strongest experts to guard the edge of the Abyss, monitoring day and night, for fear that the strange race that had been sealed back by the azure pagoda might cause any further incidents.

On the surface, the Nine Continents were stable.

In reality, undercurrents were surging.

Many people knew in their hearts that the last time it had just been forcibly suppressed, not truly resolved.

Deep within the Changsheng Heavenly Continent.

Beneath that eternal divine tree, Qin Yun's seclusion continued.

The power of the Heavenly Continent poured into his body, strand by strand.

The Immortal Sutra circulated slowly.

His Foundation was being solidified day after day.

He did not know how long had passed outside.

Nor did he care.

He only knew that the power within his body was becoming heavier and more stable.

At a certain moment, he inspected his inner self.

The level of his Chaos Body had moved forward by a tiny step.

It seemed that the distance to the Innate Chaos Body was no longer an insurmountable chasm.

The threshold that had once seemed unreachable now had a visible outline.

Qin Yun was not in a hurry.

He continued to refine.

He continued to settle.

Time was no longer an issue for him.

He had plenty of patience.

At the edge of the Abyss.

The experts stationed here stared day after day at the rift sealed by the green lotus.

One year.

Ten years.

A hundred years.

Nothing happened.

Some began to slack off.

Some felt that perhaps it was really fine.

Some suggested whether they could reduce the number of people stationed there and transfer some of their combat power back.

But on a certain day.

Deep within the Abyss, the rifts that had been resealed by the azure pagoda and the green lotus suddenly shook together.

Not just one place.

It was all the Seal nodes, vibrating simultaneously.

The expressions of those stationed there changed drastically.

"What is going on?"

"The Seal is loosening!"

"Impossible, how could the suppression of the azure pagoda loosen?"

The next moment, a terrifying aura slowly rose from the deepest part of the Abyss.

The moment that aura appeared, all the experts stationed at the Abyss simultaneously took three steps back.

It was not that they wanted to retreat.

It was their bodies instinctively retreating.

That kind of oppression had already exceeded the range they could withstand.

A terrifying existence walked out from the Abyss.

First, a hand.

Pale, slender, and stained with filth.

Then, half a body.

Finally, a complete figure slowly floated up from the rift in the Abyss.

It stood there, its face indistinguishable.

Only a pair of eyes were shining in the darkness.

The stationed experts resisted with their lives.

Laws were blasted out.

Emperor weapons were raised.

Great arrays were fully activated.

But the gap in power was too great.

The first line of defense collapsed in a single breath.

The second line of defense collapsed in three breaths.

The third line of defense didn't even last half a breath.

Screams rang out for an instant, then came to an abrupt halt.

The guards at the edge of the Abyss were completely wiped out.

Immediately after, more things surged out from the Abyss.

A black tide.

Fallen Beings.

Strange, vicious creatures.

In large swaths, like a flooded dam.

They were no longer limited to the Abyss.

They began to spread to every corner of the Nine Great Heavenly Continents.

Wherever they went, Cultivators fell, and living beings were devastated.

Some were Cultivators contaminated by the strangeness, the light in their eyes fading bit by bit, eventually turning into walking corpses that only knew how to kill.

Some were traitors who voluntarily defected to gain power, kneeling before the strangeness in exchange for a chance to survive.

Others were just ordinary people who lost themselves after being crushed by fear, forgetting even how to flee.

The Nine Great Heavenly Continents, which had been glorious for who knows how many years, ushered in its first ever Dark Turmoil.

Major factions urgently assembled.

Resisting to the death.

But they were retreating step by step.

Everyone was asking the same question.

Where were those Pseudo-Immortals?

Where were those who had stepped onto the Immortal Path?

No one came back.

After the Immortal Path closed, not a single one of those Pseudo-Immortals who had been swept away had returned to this day.

Deep within the Changsheng Heavenly Continent.

Beneath the eternal divine tree.

At the place of Qin Yun's seclusion, the earth trembled slightly.

The Six Books and Six Treasures emitted a low hum simultaneously.

Qin Yun's tightly closed eyes moved slightly.