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

Shen Qing lifted his gaze and saw in the distance pillars completely forged from Wish Power Pearls standing tall before him, each thick enough to require two people to wrap their arms around. Scattered with twinkling jade that emitted luminous glows, they brightened the entire fifth floor.


The space of the fifth floor was not large to begin with, and with the addition of these massive pillars, it felt even more cramped.


In this confined space, numerous descendants of the Ji Family were seated cross-legged on them.


Some held scrolls of yellowed Martial Arts, their minds and bodies fully immersed, having forsaken sleep and food, to the point where their fingers would unconsciously mimic the movements demonstrated within.


Others sat still as statues, surrounded by rings of faintly visible Spiritual Energy undulations.


Ji Bochu stretched out his hand, calling out, "Lord Shen, please."


Shen Qing bowed slightly as a gesture of respect and took the lead in walking forward.


Chapter 8: Immortal Martial Technique