613: Chapter 613 Imperial Tutor (3)

Qin Yun sat cross-legged beneath the Eternal Divine Tree, his aura completely stabilized.

The three books and three treasures surrounded him, each emitting light of different properties.

The void book and void treasure were on the left, with layers of dao rhyme of space.

The book of life and life treasure were on the right, with cyan vitality slowly circulating.

The death book and death coffin sank behind him; the Death Qi was no longer cold but felt like an ancient well suppressing all things.

After becoming a Pseudo-Immortal, his perception was much deeper than before.

Between the six supreme treasures, there was a faint layer of attraction.

That attraction did not point to each other.

It pointed further away.

Qin Yun closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his Sea of Consciousness.

The dao rhyme of the six books and six treasures spread out in his Sea of Consciousness, like six great rivers.

But the ends of these six rivers all converged into the same unformed sea.

That sea was missing three tributaries.

Time.

Physique.

Fate.

And three even more hidden ones.

Dao.

Luck.

Treasure.

Qin Yun opened his eyes.

The Nine Great Heavenly Books.

The Nine Great Heavenly Treasures.

Void, Life, Death, Time, Physique, Treasure, Fate, Dao, Luck.

Each set of Heavenly Book and Heavenly Treasure represented a part of the Origin of the Nine Continents.

Only after gathering them all could he truly mobilize the complete Origin of the Nine Continents.

Perhaps he could re-locate the Immortal Path.

Locate the azure pagoda.

Locate those old friends who had been swept away.

Qin Yun stood up.

The Eternal Divine Tree gently shook its branches and leaves.

He looked up at the firmament.

From today on, he was no longer Qin Yun.

The name Qin Yun was entangled with too many enemies and Karma.

And it was too small.

He had walked through too many lifetimes.

Lived too many lives.

At this step, he only needed one word.

Yun.

This title carried his more distant past.

It also carried the path he was about to walk.

Qin Yun took a step, his figure disappearing beneath the Eternal Divine Tree.

...

A vast region in the northwest corner of the Saint Spirit Continent.

The Luck there had been chaotic for a long time.

Several Imperial Dynasties had been fighting for Luck here for who knows how many years, muddling the Qi of the entire world into a mess.

When Qin Yun landed on the edge of that vast region, the first thing he saw was not a city.

It was a huge Luck altar.

The altar spanned tens of thousands of miles, woven from countless chains of Luck, like a spider web spread across the world.

In the center of the web, a thick mass of golden Luck was surging.

It was not gathered naturally.

It was forcibly extracted by someone.

Qin Yun opened his Heart Heavy Pupils and immediately saw the full picture.

Below the altar, dozens of fallen powerhouses sat cross-legged at the Formation eyes.

They used themselves as a medium to extract the scattered Luck of the Nine Continents, thread by thread, into the golden vortex in the center.

In the deepest part of the vortex, a figure was devouring that Luck.

It wanted to take advantage of the chaotic times to absorb the scattered Luck of the Nine Continents and forcibly create a Pseudo-Immortal.

Qin Yun did not act immediately.

He stood on the edge of the altar, using his Heart Heavy Pupils to examine the entire Formation from beginning to end.

The Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record circulated.

The resonance of the Luck book lit up simultaneously.

He did not break the Formation.

Instead, he directly reversed the flow of Luck.

Boom.

The entire altar shook violently.

The Luck that was originally gathering toward the center flowed back in the same instant.

Dozens of fallen powerhouses vomited blood on the spot.

Some people's eyes were about to pop out.

"What is going on?"

"The Luck is flowing backward!"

"Who moved the Formation eye?"

No one moved the Formation eye.

It was the Formation itself that had been reversed.

The figure in the center devouring the Luck suddenly opened its eyes, its face full of shock and anger.

"Who?"

Qin Yun stood on the edge of the altar, his expression calm.

"You really treat the Heavenly Dao as a toy."

As the words fell, he stepped into the center of the altar.

The figure rose violently, trying to forcibly suppress the backlash.

But Luck, once reversed, cannot be stopped by human power.

Not to mention that Qin Yun was still adding fuel to the fire.

The Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record, combined with the resonance of the Luck book, magnified the backlash of the entire Luck Formation tenfold.

The figure couldn't even struggle for three breaths before being swallowed by the backlash of the Luck it had extracted itself.

The dozens of fallen powerhouses were even more miserable.

They were the Formation eyes.

When the Formation backfired, they bore the brunt.

One after another, they fell.

Some wanted to run.

The Heaven-Sealing Seal descended, locking the space.

They couldn't run.

A moment later, the altar was quiet.

Only a pile of dried corpses remained on the ground.

Qin Yun walked to the deepest part of the altar.

There was an ancient scripture there, wrapped in chains of Luck.

The Luck book.

Beside it was a simple jade seal, with light golden Luck patterns flowing all over it.

The Luck treasure.

Qin Yun took it into his body.

He stood on the ruined altar and looked up at the firmament.

The chaotic Luck was slowly returning to the right track.

He didn't need to worry about it.

The world would repair itself.

Qin Yun turned and left.

...

That was not a real river.

It was a special space formed at the intersection of the fates of countless living beings.

When Qin Yun stepped into it, the scenery around him constantly changed.

Someone was born.

Someone died.

Someone turned a corner at a certain intersection, and their life became different from then on.

The river of fate surged under his feet, and every drop of water was the life of a living being.

Qin Yun walked forward, following the guidance of the fate book.

He walked for a long time.

Suddenly, a phantom appeared in front of him.

It was not a living person.

It was the will born from the fate book and fate treasure.

It had no face.

Only a blurred outline.

When it spoke, the voice seemed to come from very far away.

"Those who hold the power of fate must first see their own fate clearly."

"You save the Nine Continents, is it for all living beings, or for yourself?"

Qin Yun stood on the river of fate, looking at the endless flow of fate under his feet.

He didn't preach any grand truths.

"At first, it was for myself."

"Later, I discovered that I was also among all living beings."

...

A long staircase of ten thousand Daos.

Every step had different Daos pressing down.

Qin Yun walked up step by step.

The first step, the supreme phantom of the Sword Dao stood in front of him.

Qin Yun did not draw his sword.

He just glanced at it.

The phantom dissipated on its own.

The second step, the phantom of the Heavenly Emperor of Thunder Dao descended with ten thousand thunders.

Qin Yun raised his hand, and the Chaos Qi rolled, extinguishing all the thunder.

The third step, the phantom of the Ancient Ancestor of Buddhist Dao chanted to suppress the soul.

Qin Yun's Heart Heavy Pupils turned, and the scripture shattered.

The fourth step, the phantom of the Ancient Emperor of the Yao Race roared and pressed down on the sky.

Qin Yun's Heavenly Immortal Body shook, and the phantom retreated.

The fifth step, the phantom of the supreme figure of the Demonic Path rushed towards him.

Qin Yun's Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body exploded, and the phantom turned to ash.

Step by step.

The higher he went, the heavier the Dao became.

In the end, the ten thousand Daos no longer pressed on him.

Instead, they actively gave way.

Because his Chaos Body could inherently accommodate all Daos.

His Immortal Sutra was inherently a method to integrate all Daos.

At the end of the long staircase of ten thousand Daos, an ancient scripture hung in mid-air.

The Dao book.

Beside it was a small dao platform.

The Dao treasure.

Qin Yun took it into his body.

The Immortal Sutra completed a huge perfection at this moment.

He could clearly feel that his understanding of the Dao had deepened by another layer.

...

Ten Thousand Treasure Ruins.

In the center of the Ten Thousand Treasure Ruins, there was a "Treasure Spirit Emperor".

It was the strongest existence here, once wanting to swallow the treasure book and treasure treasure alone to become a true living being.

When Qin Yun arrived, the Treasure Spirit Emperor was standing on a treasure platform, with the light of ten thousand treasures circulating around its body.

It saw Qin Yun and was stunned for a moment.

Then its face changed.

"Who are you?"

"Why do you have the aura of so many Heavenly Books and Heavenly Treasures on you?"

"Such supreme treasures should belong to me!"

Qin Yun didn't waste words.

...

The Treasure Spirit Emperor knelt down directly.

Qin Yun did not destroy it.

"Continue guarding."

"Don't have any more crooked thoughts."

The Treasure Spirit Emperor nodded repeatedly, wishing it could knock its head into the ground.

The treasure book and treasure treasure returned to their places.

...

Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Physiques.

Countless powerhouses of various Physiques had been buried there.

As soon as Qin Yun stepped in, all the Physique imprints revived simultaneously.

The phantom of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body opened the sky with one punch.

The phantom of the Heavenly Tyrant Body suppressed all things.

The dual phantoms of Taiyin and Taiyang attacked from both sides.

The phantom of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body suppressed the Dao.

Finally, a phantom of an incomplete Chaos Body appeared.

They were not enemies.

They were forcing Qin Yun to prove himself.

That his Acquired Chaos Body was not a monster pieced together.

But a Physique qualified to continue moving upward.

Qin Yun did not retreat.

The Body Scripture circulated.

The Immortal Sutra spread out.

The Chaos Body served as a furnace.

The Dual Emperor Body served as the walls.

He walked forward step by step.

With every step he took, a phantom was suppressed by his aura.

The phantom of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body retreated first.

The phantom of the Heavenly Tyrant Body followed and retreated.

The dual phantoms of Taiyin and Taiyang dissipated.

The phantom of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Body also disappeared.

Finally, only the phantom of the incomplete Chaos Body remained.

It stared at Qin Yun for a long time.

Then, it slowly dissipated.

Deep in the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Physiques, an ancient scroll formed by the imprints of the Origin of countless Physiques emerged.

The body book.

Beside it was a source fetus the size of a fist.

The Source Fetus of Ten Thousand Physiques.

The body treasure.

Qin Yun reached out to catch it.

The moment the source fetus entered his body, his whole person shook.

The Acquired Chaos Body reached supreme perfection at this moment.

Then he touched a new level.

Supreme.

The Physique began to break away from the limitations born of heaven and earth and move towards a self-contained system.

Qin Yun realized.

Physiques also have their own Immortal Path.