The Holy Spirit family was born and raised, and if it was consummately born, it could be compared to the ancient emperor.
A Holy Spirit like Cangkong, if it had not erred in the final stage of gestation, would unquestionably transform into a formidable Holy Spirit, invincible in heaven and on earth—beyond the emperor's suppression.
Cangkong exclaimed, "I merely shared my thoughts; everything will be clear when the supreme existence of my clan is born!"
Meng Chuan smiled and retorted, "No need to wait; I'll enlighten you now."
Upon speaking, he extended his hand towards the sky, creating an extraordinary vision. The heavens turned pale as a lifeless entity, unable to resist, rendering his once-proud cultivation base insignificant.
At this moment, Cangkong's body emanated divine might, causing a momentary pause in Meng Chuan's hand, after which the Emperor's might swiftly collapsed.
"Hmm? Another imperial soldier? Intriguing, the Holy Spirit of Fire lacks an imperial soldier..."
However, a living emperor could not be subdued by an emperor's soldier.
"The emperor is merciful!" A terrified voice pleaded.
"The Emperor is merciful!"
Then, a sip echoed through the eternal starry sky.
The sound of the avenue resonated as another hand reached out, attempting to intercept Meng Chuan's hand covering the sky.
Without even glancing at the newly born Dacheng Holy Spirit, Meng Chuan shattered all barriers.
"What!" Cangkong screamed, turning to ash, and the imperial soldier he carried was seized by Meng Chuan.
Examining the palm-sized divine pot in his hand, Meng Chuan glanced at one of the many quasi-emperors present.
"God refining pot?"
"This is the ancient imperial soldier of the Guangming clan!"
"He was the first to speak just now!"
"Why did it appear in Cangkong's hands, used to confront the emperor?"
The Emperor Zhun of the Guangming clan observed the refining pot in Meng Chuan's hand with bewilderment.
Cangkong had paid a significant price to borrow the ancient imperial soldiers from the Guangming clan, intending to explore a perilous place. The Guangming clan had a quasi-emperor not inferior to Cangkong, and they were confident that Cangkong's usage wouldn't attract attention due to space-time fluctuations.
Unexpectedly, Cangkong impulsively provoked the emperor, underestimating the consequences. The Holy Spirits were often the universe's most naïve beings, serving merely as a backdrop to highlight the emperor's might during the birth of a Dacheng Holy Spirit.
"The Guangming clan owes the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a bitter expression. He wasn't concerned about reclaiming the ancient imperial soldiers but recognized that the Guangming clan had suffered a significant setback. The emperor, possessing unparalleled authority, wouldn't deliberately trouble them unless they courted their own demise.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killed our holy spirit without cause. Is it fitting for an emperor to bully the small? Has the emperor lost his dignity?" The Dacheng Holy Spirit rebuked Meng Chuan angrily.
"I too am a holy spirit of the great emperor; I can't allow a quasi-emperor to disrespect us!" Meng Chuan responded calmly, indifferent to the Dacheng Holy Spirit's status.
Guangming Clan Zhundi silently scolded the entire Holy Spirit Clan. "These holy spirits are the most foolish creatures in the universe. Every time a Dacheng Holy Spirit is born, they serve as mere props to showcase the emperor's power, thinking they're the most dominant race!"
"The Guangming clan will provide the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a wry expression. He wasn't worried about retrieving the ancient imperial soldiers, but the Guangming clan had experienced a calamity. The emperor, possessing the might of an emperor, had little interest in deliberately humiliating them unless provoked.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killing our holy spirit without reason—is it in line with the emperor's magnanimity? The Dacheng Holy Spirit looked at Meng Chuan, angered.
Meng Chuan, with a composed demeanor, delivered words that resonated throughout the universe.
"Do you have objections? Keep them to yourself! It's just a holy spirit—I've dispatched more than you think on my path to emperorhood!"
"It's no simple feat to be born consummately; they should fend for themselves."
The Dacheng Holy Spirit's countenance changed. Meng Chuan had utterly disregarded him in his words, treating him no differently than the Holy Spirit just slain.
The Holy Spirit conceived by the stone fetus was considered one of the stronger ones among all Holy Spirits.
He could discern the faint curse on Meng Chuan. The Holy Spirit clan, akin to the offspring of heaven and earth, bore an unknown fate, killed indiscriminately by the emperor. However, this unknown killing posed no real threat to the emperor.
"You can suppress your killing intent, and then pretend I killed it."
Meng Chuan glanced at the holy spirit of the stone baby, his tone casual, as if dispatching a mere chicken.
"Meng Chuan is quite audacious today..." Qingyue remarked, observing Meng Chuan with a sense of perplexity.
"So disrespectful!" The stone tire holy spirit shouted and lunged at Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan faced the attack, and the two traversed countless star fields, avoiding interference with the space-time channel formation.
"Ding!"
The long sword, brimming with the majesty of the emperor's way, made a crisp sound as it swept toward Mengchuan, causing turmoil in the universe. The long sword and the divine stone Yuanling soared, crashing toward Mengchuan. The stone birth holy spirit, possessing its own spirituality, had reached the level of the emperor's way.
Meng Chuan, unfazed, extended his left hand, holding the supreme weapon, no weaker than an imperial soldier.
Grasping the immortal sword, he closed the distance, wielding the emperor's fist, aiming for the stone body holy spirit's forehead.
"Boom!"
The stone fetus, recently born and filled with pride, held the body and the Holy Spirit, questioning whether it was inferior to the present emperor.
The colossal clash obliterated vast star fields and plunged the edge of the universe into chaos, creating a realm of destruction.
In the collision's cacophony of flesh and blood, amidst the unrestrained burst of the emperor's law, fairy light illuminated the universe in all directions. The stone body shook violently, hurtling through several star fields, while Mengchuan stood firm.
"It's indeed the current emperor, but it's a pity—you can't kill me!" The stone birth Holy Spirit proclaimed, having been launched into the air but suffering no injuries.
Meng Chuan wore a perplexed expression at the words, rolling his eyes and shouting, "What a formidable Holy Spirit! Surely one of the top three in ancient and modern times!"
Then, Meng Chuan discreetly initiated a live broadcast. Witnesses were indispensable in such moments.
Bibi Dong: Why did Mimi start a live broadcast quietly?
Meng Qi: Upon entering, I saw Chang Wei playing in Laifu.
Koichi: The emperor's opponent doesn't seem human; UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Meng Chuan promptly uploaded the preceding memory clips to the chat group.
Meng Qi: The world owes the emperor a golden man!
Meng Chuan ignored the friends in the group and observed as the holy spirit from the stone fetus rushed again, swinging the emperor's fist and utilizing the boxing sword.
"Boom!"
The violent collision, akin to the sound of opening the sky, saw the stone fetus and the Holy Spirit's primordial spirit break free, covering the sky. Simultaneously, the physical body exploded, shattering the vacuum, blood drenching the universe, leaping and attacking Meng Chuan.
The Holy Spirit and the physical body converged on Meng Chuan, undergoing rapid sublimation and reuniting into a singular entity, unleashing a world-shattering power before him.
This was the innate magic of the Holy Spirit—unrivaled in power, capable of challenging the Great Emperor's Law!
Meng Chuan activated Douzi Mi with one hand, evolving into an eternal starry sky under pressure. He collided with the stone body holy spirit's unparalleled secret technique.
"Boom!"
The universe fell silent, and the quasi-emperors watching from the edge of the endless star field couldn't believe their eyes—the emperor's way had returned!
The continuous battle left the onlookers bewildered.
"This...?"
"How is the emperor fighting with just one hand?"
"Despite being the current emperor, he's still being pummeled by the Holy Spirit. It's absurd!"
"Wasn't this holy spirit supposed to be ranked in the top three for all eternity?"
Numerous quasi-emperors exchanged puzzled glances. A Holy Spirit ranked in the top three for eternity, and yet the emperor seemed to struggle with just one hand. What kind of emperor was this, challenging the status quo?
Everlasting first?
I would like to call you the first 3!
The Holy Spirit family was born and raised, and if it was consummately born, it could be compared to the ancient emperor.
A Holy Spirit like Cangkong, if it had not erred in the final stage of gestation, would unquestionably transform into a formidable Holy Spirit, invincible in heaven and on earth—beyond the emperor's suppression.
Cangkong exclaimed, "I merely shared my thoughts; everything will be clear when the supreme existence of my clan is born!"
Meng Chuan smiled and retorted, "No need to wait; I'll enlighten you now."
Upon speaking, he extended his hand towards the sky, creating an extraordinary vision. The heavens turned pale as a lifeless entity, unable to resist, rendering his once-proud cultivation base insignificant.
At this moment, Cangkong's body emanated divine might, causing a momentary pause in Meng Chuan's hand, after which the Emperor's might swiftly collapsed.
"Hmm? Another imperial soldier? Intriguing, the Holy Spirit of Fire lacks an imperial soldier..."
However, a living emperor could not be subdued by an emperor's soldier.
"The emperor is merciful!" A terrified voice pleaded.
"The Emperor is merciful!"
Then, a sip echoed through the eternal starry sky.
The sound of the avenue resonated as another hand reached out, attempting to intercept Meng Chuan's hand covering the sky.
Without even glancing at the newly born Dacheng Holy Spirit, Meng Chuan shattered all barriers.
"What!" Cangkong screamed, turning to ash, and the imperial soldier he carried was seized by Meng Chuan.
Examining the palm-sized divine pot in his hand, Meng Chuan glanced at one of the many quasi-emperors present.
"God refining pot?"
"This is the ancient imperial soldier of the Guangming clan!"
"He was the first to speak just now!"
"Why did it appear in Cangkong's hands, used to confront the emperor?"
The Emperor Zhun of the Guangming clan observed the refining pot in Meng Chuan's hand with bewilderment.
Cangkong had paid a significant price to borrow the ancient imperial soldiers from the Guangming clan, intending to explore a perilous place. The Guangming clan had a quasi-emperor not inferior to Cangkong, and they were confident that Cangkong's usage wouldn't attract attention due to space-time fluctuations.
Unexpectedly, Cangkong impulsively provoked the emperor, underestimating the consequences. The Holy Spirits were often the universe's most naïve beings, serving merely as a backdrop to highlight the emperor's might during the birth of a Dacheng Holy Spirit.
"The Guangming clan owes the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a bitter expression. He wasn't concerned about reclaiming the ancient imperial soldiers but recognized that the Guangming clan had suffered a significant setback. The emperor, possessing unparalleled authority, wouldn't deliberately trouble them unless they courted their own demise.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killed our holy spirit without cause. Is it fitting for an emperor to bully the small? Has the emperor lost his dignity?" The Dacheng Holy Spirit rebuked Meng Chuan angrily.
"I too am a holy spirit of the great emperor; I can't allow a quasi-emperor to disrespect us!" Meng Chuan responded calmly, indifferent to the Dacheng Holy Spirit's status.
Guangming Clan Zhundi silently scolded the entire Holy Spirit Clan. "These holy spirits are the most foolish creatures in the universe. Every time a Dacheng Holy Spirit is born, they serve as mere props to showcase the emperor's power, thinking they're the most dominant race!"
"The Guangming clan will provide the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a wry expression. He wasn't worried about retrieving the ancient imperial soldiers, but the Guangming clan had experienced a calamity. The emperor, possessing the might of an emperor, had little interest in deliberately humiliating them unless provoked.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killing our holy spirit without reason—is it in line with the emperor's magnanimity? The Dacheng Holy Spirit looked at Meng Chuan, angered.
Meng Chuan, with a composed demeanor, delivered words that resonated throughout the universe.
"Do you have objections? Keep them to yourself! It's just a holy spirit—I've dispatched more than you think on my path to emperorhood!"
"It's no simple feat to be born consummately; they should fend for themselves."
The Dacheng Holy Spirit's countenance changed. Meng Chuan had utterly disregarded him in his words, treating him no differently than the Holy Spirit just slain.
The Holy Spirit conceived by the stone fetus was considered one of the stronger ones among all Holy Spirits.
He could discern the faint curse on Meng Chuan. The Holy Spirit clan, akin to the offspring of heaven and earth, bore an unknown fate, killed indiscriminately by the emperor. However, this unknown killing posed no real threat to the emperor.
"You can suppress your killing intent, and then pretend I killed it."
Meng Chuan glanced at the holy spirit of the stone baby, his tone casual, as if dispatching a mere chicken.
"Meng Chuan is quite audacious today..." Qingyue remarked, observing Meng Chuan with a sense of perplexity.
"So disrespectful!" The stone tire holy spirit shouted and lunged at Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan faced the attack, and the two traversed countless star fields, avoiding interference with the space-time channel formation.
"Ding!"
The long sword, brimming with the majesty of the emperor's way, made a crisp sound as it swept toward Mengchuan, causing turmoil in the universe. The long sword and the divine stone Yuanling soared, crashing toward Mengchuan. The stone birth holy spirit, possessing its own spirituality, had reached the level of the emperor's way.
Meng Chuan, unfazed, extended his left hand, holding the supreme weapon, no weaker than an imperial soldier.
Grasping the immortal sword, he closed the distance, wielding the emperor's fist, aiming for the stone body holy spirit's forehead.
"Boom!"
The stone fetus, recently born and filled with pride, held the body and the Holy Spirit, questioning whether it was inferior to the present emperor.
The colossal clash obliterated vast star fields and plunged the edge of the universe into chaos, creating a realm of destruction.
In the collision's cacophony of flesh and blood, amidst the unrestrained burst of the emperor's law, fairy light illuminated the universe in all directions. The stone body shook violently, hurtling through several star fields, while Mengchuan stood firm.
"It's indeed the current emperor, but it's a pity—you can't kill me!" The stone birth Holy Spirit proclaimed, having been launched into the air but suffering no injuries.
Meng Chuan wore a perplexed expression at the words, rolling his eyes and shouting, "What a formidable Holy Spirit! Surely one of the top three in ancient and modern times!"
Then, Meng Chuan discreetly initiated a live broadcast. Witnesses were indispensable in such moments.
Bibi Dong: Why did Mimi start a live broadcast quietly?
Meng Qi: Upon entering, I saw Chang Wei playing in Laifu.
Koichi: The emperor's opponent doesn't seem human; UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Meng Chuan promptly uploaded the preceding memory clips to the chat group.
Meng Qi: The world owes the emperor a golden man!
Meng Chuan ignored the friends in the group and observed as the holy spirit from the stone fetus rushed again, swinging the emperor's fist and utilizing the boxing sword.
"Boom!"
The violent collision, akin to the sound of opening the sky, saw the stone fetus and the Holy Spirit's primordial spirit break free, covering the sky. Simultaneously, the physical body exploded, shattering the vacuum, blood drenching the universe, leaping and attacking Meng Chuan.
The Holy Spirit and the physical body converged on Meng Chuan, undergoing rapid sublimation and reuniting into a singular entity, unleashing a world-shattering power before him.
This was the innate magic of the Holy Spirit—unrivaled in power, capable of challenging the Great Emperor's Law!
Meng Chuan activated Douzi Mi with one hand, evolving into an eternal starry sky under pressure. He collided with the stone body holy spirit's unparalleled secret technique.
"Boom!"
The universe fell silent, and the quasi-emperors watching from the edge of the endless star field couldn't believe their eyes—the emperor's way had returned!
The continuous battle left the onlookers bewildered.
"This...?"
"How is the emperor fighting with just one hand?"
"Despite being the current emperor, he's still being pummeled by the Holy Spirit. It's absurd!"
"Wasn't this holy spirit supposed to be ranked in the top three for all eternity?"
Numerous quasi-emperors exchanged puzzled glances. A Holy Spirit ranked in the top three for eternity, and yet the emperor seemed to struggle with just one hand. What kind of emperor was this, challenging the status quo?
Everlasting first?
I would like to call you the first 3!
The Holy Spirit family was born and raised, and if it was consummately born, it could be compared to the ancient emperor.
A Holy Spirit like Cangkong, if it had not erred in the final stage of gestation, would unquestionably transform into a formidable Holy Spirit, invincible in heaven and on earth—beyond the emperor's suppression.
Cangkong exclaimed, "I merely shared my thoughts; everything will be clear when the supreme existence of my clan is born!"
Meng Chuan smiled and retorted, "No need to wait; I'll enlighten you now."
Upon speaking, he extended his hand towards the sky, creating an extraordinary vision. The heavens turned pale as a lifeless entity, unable to resist, rendering his once-proud cultivation base insignificant.
At this moment, Cangkong's body emanated divine might, causing a momentary pause in Meng Chuan's hand, after which the Emperor's might swiftly collapsed.
"Hmm? Another imperial soldier? Intriguing, the Holy Spirit of Fire lacks an imperial soldier..."
However, a living emperor could not be subdued by an emperor's soldier.
"The emperor is merciful!" A terrified voice pleaded.
"The Emperor is merciful!"
Then, a sip echoed through the eternal starry sky.
The sound of the avenue resonated as another hand reached out, attempting to intercept Meng Chuan's hand covering the sky.
Without even glancing at the newly born Dacheng Holy Spirit, Meng Chuan shattered all barriers.
"What!" Cangkong screamed, turning to ash, and the imperial soldier he carried was seized by Meng Chuan.
Examining the palm-sized divine pot in his hand, Meng Chuan glanced at one of the many quasi-emperors present.
"God refining pot?"
"This is the ancient imperial soldier of the Guangming clan!"
"He was the first to speak just now!"
"Why did it appear in Cangkong's hands, used to confront the emperor?"
The Emperor Zhun of the Guangming clan observed the refining pot in Meng Chuan's hand with bewilderment.
Cangkong had paid a significant price to borrow the ancient imperial soldiers from the Guangming clan, intending to explore a perilous place. The Guangming clan had a quasi-emperor not inferior to Cangkong, and they were confident that Cangkong's usage wouldn't attract attention due to space-time fluctuations.
Unexpectedly, Cangkong impulsively provoked the emperor, underestimating the consequences. The Holy Spirits were often the universe's most naïve beings, serving merely as a backdrop to highlight the emperor's might during the birth of a Dacheng Holy Spirit.
"The Guangming clan owes the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a bitter expression. He wasn't concerned about reclaiming the ancient imperial soldiers but recognized that the Guangming clan had suffered a significant setback. The emperor, possessing unparalleled authority, wouldn't deliberately trouble them unless they courted their own demise.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killed our holy spirit without cause. Is it fitting for an emperor to bully the small? Has the emperor lost his dignity?" The Dacheng Holy Spirit rebuked Meng Chuan angrily.
"I too am a holy spirit of the great emperor; I can't allow a quasi-emperor to disrespect us!" Meng Chuan responded calmly, indifferent to the Dacheng Holy Spirit's status.
Guangming Clan Zhundi silently scolded the entire Holy Spirit Clan. "These holy spirits are the most foolish creatures in the universe. Every time a Dacheng Holy Spirit is born, they serve as mere props to showcase the emperor's power, thinking they're the most dominant race!"
"The Guangming clan will provide the emperor an explanation!"
The Guangming Clan's quasi-emperor wore a wry expression. He wasn't worried about retrieving the ancient imperial soldiers, but the Guangming clan had experienced a calamity. The emperor, possessing the might of an emperor, had little interest in deliberately humiliating them unless provoked.
"As a great emperor, Fellow Daoist killing our holy spirit without reason—is it in line with the emperor's magnanimity? The Dacheng Holy Spirit looked at Meng Chuan, angered.
Meng Chuan, with a composed demeanor, delivered words that resonated throughout the universe.
"Do you have objections? Keep them to yourself! It's just a holy spirit—I've dispatched more than you think on my path to emperorhood!"
"It's no simple feat to be born consummately; they should fend for themselves."
The Dacheng Holy Spirit's countenance changed. Meng Chuan had utterly disregarded him in his words, treating him no differently than the Holy Spirit just slain.
The Holy Spirit conceived by the stone fetus was considered one of the stronger ones among all Holy Spirits.
He could discern the faint curse on Meng Chuan. The Holy Spirit clan, akin to the offspring of heaven and earth, bore an unknown fate, killed indiscriminately by the emperor. However, this unknown killing posed no real threat to the emperor.
"You can suppress your killing intent, and then pretend I killed it."
Meng Chuan glanced at the holy spirit of the stone baby, his tone casual, as if dispatching a mere chicken.
"Meng Chuan is quite audacious today..." Qingyue remarked, observing Meng Chuan with a sense of perplexity.
"So disrespectful!" The stone tire holy spirit shouted and lunged at Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan faced the attack, and the two traversed countless star fields, avoiding interference with the space-time channel formation.
"Ding!"
The long sword, brimming with the majesty of the emperor's way, made a crisp sound as it swept toward Mengchuan, causing turmoil in the universe. The long sword and the divine stone Yuanling soared, crashing toward Mengchuan. The stone birth holy spirit, possessing its own spirituality, had reached the level of the emperor's way.
Meng Chuan, unfazed, extended his left hand, holding the supreme weapon, no weaker than an imperial soldier.
Grasping the immortal sword, he closed the distance, wielding the emperor's fist, aiming for the stone body holy spirit's forehead.
"Boom!"
The stone fetus, recently born and filled with pride, held the body and the Holy Spirit, questioning whether it was inferior to the present emperor.
The colossal clash obliterated vast star fields and plunged the edge of the universe into chaos, creating a realm of destruction.
In the collision's cacophony of flesh and blood, amidst the unrestrained burst of the emperor's law, fairy light illuminated the universe in all directions. The stone body shook violently, hurtling through several star fields, while Mengchuan stood firm.
"It's indeed the current emperor, but it's a pity—you can't kill me!" The stone birth Holy Spirit proclaimed, having been launched into the air but suffering no injuries.
Meng Chuan wore a perplexed expression at the words, rolling his eyes and shouting, "What a formidable Holy Spirit! Surely one of the top three in ancient and modern times!"
Then, Meng Chuan discreetly initiated a live broadcast. Witnesses were indispensable in such moments.
Bibi Dong: Why did Mimi start a live broadcast quietly?
Meng Qi: Upon entering, I saw Chang Wei playing in Laifu.
Koichi: The emperor's opponent doesn't seem human; UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Meng Chuan promptly uploaded the preceding memory clips to the chat group.
Meng Qi: The world owes the emperor a golden man!
Meng Chuan ignored the friends in the group and observed as the holy spirit from the stone fetus rushed again, swinging the emperor's fist and utilizing the boxing sword.
"Boom!"
The violent collision, akin to the sound of opening the sky, saw the stone fetus and the Holy Spirit's primordial spirit break free, covering the sky. Simultaneously, the physical body exploded, shattering the vacuum, blood drenching the universe, leaping and attacking Meng Chuan.
The Holy Spirit and the physical body converged on Meng Chuan, undergoing rapid sublimation and reuniting into a singular entity, unleashing a world-shattering power before him.
This was the innate magic of the Holy Spirit—unrivaled in power, capable of challenging the Great Emperor's Law!
Meng Chuan activated Douzi Mi with one hand, evolving into an eternal starry sky under pressure. He collided with the stone body holy spirit's unparalleled secret technique.
"Boom!"
The universe fell silent, and the quasi-emperors watching from the edge of the endless star field couldn't believe their eyes—the emperor's way had returned!
The continuous battle left the onlookers bewildered.
"This...?"
"How is the emperor fighting with just one hand?"
"Despite being the current emperor, he's still being pummeled by the Holy Spirit. It's absurd!"
"Wasn't this holy spirit supposed to be ranked in the top three for all eternity?"
Numerous quasi-emperors exchanged puzzled glances. A Holy Spirit ranked in the top three for eternity, and yet the emperor seemed to struggle with just one hand. What kind of emperor was this, challenging the status quo?
Everlasting first?
I would like to call you the first 3!