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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

After dealing with a pile of trivial matters, Shen Qing declined the invitations from his subordinates and conversed with a few confidants before starting his daily routine of intense cultivation.


This was a habit he had maintained for a long time, even amidst the Jing Luan Assembly.


Late at night, the moon was bright and stars sparse.


Everything was silent in Yongzhou City.


In the backyard of the Shen Mansion, Shen Qing sat cross-legged on his bed, hands gently open, facing the bright moonlight.


He constantly practiced breathing techniques, involving a special rhythm, his breathing appearing deep and prolonged.


With each breath, wisps of white mist emanated from Shen Qing's nose and mouth, so dense they seemed almost tangible, flickering with a faint silver sheen under the weak moonlight, appearing quite unusual.


Chapter 57 Cultivating the Ancient Spirit Essence, Frontline News