552: Chapter 552 Soaring Heaven Holy Fist, Self-created Sword Technique

Emperors Path. Heavenly Tower, second floor.

Qin Wushang and the others stepped into that blue passage.

Their vision darkened for a moment, and then light burst forth.

A vast starry sky spread out beneath their feet, boundless and deep enough to make one feel uneasy.

Stars dotted the expanse, some large and some small, some bright and some dim; some were close at hand, while others were far away at the edge of the horizon, looking like crushed diamonds scattered carelessly upon black silk, floating silently, unchanging through the ages.

Spheres of light floated within the starry sky.

Some were the size of a fist, dim and faint, like dying candles about to extinguish at any moment, while others were like millstones, brilliant and radiant, illuminating the surroundings.

Further away, a few spheres of light were as large as mountains, spanning across the galaxy. Seen from afar, they resembled glowing stars, emitting palpitations-inducing fluctuations.

"The spheres of light are the Legacy Cultivation Techniques," Lin Ziyao pointed at the spheres and explained in a low voice, "The larger the sphere, the stronger the technique."

"Only those who are recognized will have the spheres of light actively approach them."

"And those stone tablets are the complete Great Emperor Legacies."

"There are those of the Alternative Great Emperors, and those of the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperors. Which one you can obtain depends entirely on your own fortune."

After she finished, she paused and cast her gaze toward the depths of the starry sky.

"I need to obtain the recognition of a Legacy, so I must go deeper."

She looked at Qin Wushang and said in a low voice, "Brother Wushang, I am leaving. Take care."

Ye Hongfu also nodded, "I am going too. There is a sword technique I wish to obtain; the one I obtained in my previous life was incomplete, perhaps this time there will be a different result."

Mu Bingyun did not speak; she merely glanced at Qin Wushang before leaving with the two women.

The three figures gradually merged into the sea of stars and disappeared.

Only Yao Shinian remained by Qin Wushang's side.

She hugged that oversized pig-slaughtering knife, looking around as if she were strolling through a vegetable market.

"Why aren't you going?" Qin Wushang asked.

"I'll just follow you." Yao Shinian blinked and smiled sweetly, "I have no interest in these."

"Are you not going to learn other blade techniques?"

"No need."

Yao Shinian said matter-of-factly, "I have the Butcher Knife Technique, and that is enough."

She felt that her Butcher Knife Technique was already sufficient; there was no need to learn anything else.

"The Butcher Knife Technique is for butchering pigs," Qin Wushang teased, "You could learn one for killing people; it would be a bit more powerful."

Yao Shinian tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Treating people as pigs—it's the same principle."

Qin Wushang was silent for a moment, feeling that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

Sometimes, biting off more than one can chew is indeed a problem.

If she only used the Butcher Knife Technique, perhaps she would gain a more unique understanding of the Dao of the blade.

"Fine. If you want to follow, then follow."

He took a step forward, his Qi and blood surging, and a tree manifested behind him.

It was not a projection, nor an illusion; it was the myriad dao divine tree he had cultivated by Using the Body as a Seed.

The trunk was coiled like a dragon, the branches and leaves were lush, and every leaf was imprinted with the patterns of a Great Dao, casting down light reminiscent of Chaos.

"Boom!" When the myriad dao divine tree appeared, the entire starry sky trembled.

Those spheres of light were like fireflies startled awake, lighting up one after another. Then, they moved!

Densely packed spheres of light surged from all directions—large and small, bright and dim—converging toward Qin Wushang like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The light intertwined, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day, even more dazzling than the stars.

Qin Wushang raised his eyes to scan the spheres of light; the names of the Cultivation Techniques appeared within them.

Primordial Sword Canon! Hunyuan Emperor Art! Great Derivation Heaven Calculation! Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Art! ...

Ancient names of Cultivation Techniques flashed before his eyes; some Legacies even originated from the legendary Heavenly Mandate Great Emperors, the supreme Cultivation Techniques that countless people dreamed of.

This was the foundation of the Human Race!

Unfortunately! Qin Wushang merely glanced at them briefly, without much interest. He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

The spheres of light floated behind him for a while, seemingly unwilling to give up, and actually followed him.

"You are not suitable for me. It would be better to seek other successors," Qin Wushang said.

Those spheres of light swayed slightly, gradually dissipated, and returned to the starry sky to wait for the next fated person.

Stone tablets began to appear in the starry sky.

Some were very small, like tombstones, dull and lightless, as if all their sharpness had been worn away by the years.

Others were as large as houses, with light flowing across them, and the faint sound of the Dao reverberating within.

In front of most of the stone tablets sat figures, motionless, as if they were comprehending the Dao, or perhaps sleeping.

These were the Prodigies of the Human Race who had stepped into this starry sky earlier; at this moment, they were all sitting before their respective Opportunities, racing against time to comprehend their own Legacies.

Qin Wushang walked past one stone tablet after another.

With each one he passed, the pressure on his body grew heavier.

It was not pressure on his Physical Body, but pressure from the Dao.

This starry sky was repelling him, or rather, it was screening him. The weak remained on the outside; only the strong could walk into the depths.

The stone tablets became fewer and smaller, but they were not truly small; it was just that they were too far away.

The stone tablets in the distance were like mountains and peaks, spanning across the end of the galaxy, but with every step forward, the pressure on his body grew heavier, as if he were carrying an invisible world.

He did not know how long he had walked before Qin Wushang stopped.

Standing in front of him was a stone tablet. It was very, very large—truly as high as a mountain and as big as a peak.

On the tablet, only three characters were carved. Qin Wuqing.

There was no name of a Cultivation Technique, no record of a life, only a name.

But the pressure emitted by those three characters was overwhelming, suppressing the Void Realm until it trembled.

"Hum!" The moment Qin Wushang's Qi and blood reached it, text began to appear on the stone tablet.

Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor, wielder of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo.

Qin Wushang's gaze locked onto it. His entire body shone with light, and the myriad dao divine tree behind him swayed violently, its branches and leaves rustling as if responding to the call of the stone tablet.

The stone tablet was glowing, its light intertwining with Qin Wushang's Dao, resonating with each other. The two were like things separated by endless eras, touching each other across the River of Time.

"What a strange feeling," Yao Shinian suddenly spoke, her beautiful eyes fixed on the stone tablet.

Such words surprised Qin Wushang; he turned his head to look at her and asked, "What kind of feeling?"

"It's just... warm," Yao Shinian frowned and explained carefully. "Anyway, it feels very strange." "It was like this as soon as I saw it."

She pointed at the stone tablet and continued, "And then strange text appeared in my mind, the same as the one on the stone tablet."

"A fist technique?" Qin Wushang was even more surprised.

"Yes." Yao Shinian nodded. "Hmm... what is it called... Lingxiao Sacred Fist."

Qin Wushang was slightly stunned. The Lingxiao Sacred Fist created by Great Emperor Wuqing.

"You were recognized?" This person, is she really this monstrous? Could she be recognized even without the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo?

"I don't know." Yao Shinian looked blank. "It was just imprinted in my brain like this."

"The ones from those spheres of light earlier were the same; I took one look, and then it was in my mind, but I didn't like them, so I drove them out of my mind."

As she spoke, she patted her head with some distress. "But I can't drive this one away."

"It's so hateful... what kind of Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor, really bad, forcing things into people's heads." She spoke with great displeasure.

Qin Wushang looked at her and was silent for a long while.

This Cultivation Technique, this Legacy—if placed in the Immortal Domain outside, even any Immortal King would fight tooth and nail for it.

This is something that could cause a bloodbath! Yet Yao Shinian, on the other hand, when it was delivered to her doorstep, she actually didn't want it and even looked at it with disdain.

"You might be a freak."

"You're the freak." Yao Shinian glared at him and muttered while hugging her pig-slaughtering knife. "Father said I am a Genius."

"But... I am a Genius, I don't want theirs either; it's not as good as the blade technique I created myself."

Hearing such words, Qin Wushang couldn't help but look at her with newfound respect. "You even created your own blade technique?"