Pigeon Chang

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A single beam of light could annihilate the world, a single blade of grass could sever the stars.
Shen Qing transmigrated to a magnificent universe where immortals and mortals coexisted, becoming a lowly hunter.
With the help of the Water Ink Panel, Shen Qing could endure the refinement of Qi-Blood and cultivate a hundred techniques.
A technique, after a thousand hammerings, could border on art, and an art, after a hundred refinings, could border on Dao.
From the common Bow Technique of rural hunting, to the Sky-Patrolling Sun Shooting Bow Technique;
From the Nine Skills, which nourished and trained Qi and Blood, to the undying Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique;
From the outward release of strength in Wind Defying Finger, to the Qi that suppressed mountains and rivers with the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal;
From enduring the refinement of Qi-Blood, he embarked on a difficult path of seeking Dao; to commanding the skies, with the divine might as if overseeing a prison, having mastered the balance of the six realms.
It was only when Shen Qing looked back that he realized he had unwittingly become the supreme ruler above ten thousand Daos, an unparalleled True Monarch!

Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

The mountains stretched endlessly, draped in the sky's crimson sunset like a brocade, painting the horizon a vibrant orange.  


The setting sun, as red as blood, slowly sank among the undulating mountains.  


A steed, like a black streak of lightning, raced down the winding path, its hooves clattering sharply and breaking the mountain's silence.  


Shen Qing dressed in a tight, muscular outfit, his clothes fluttering in the wind.  


He gripped the reins tightly with one hand, his face showing a touch of dusty ruggedness.  


At this moment Shen Qing's gaze changed, he noticed a drop of ink falling from above in his vision, spreading into lines of text, popping up a skilled reminder.  


Chapter 38: Reporting Back