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 appearance of such injuries is simply unbelievable.


Old Man Ji realized it was due to this Broken Blade, consuming too much of his Spiritual Power and spirit.


His body swayed slightly, his face pale as paper, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.


Clearly, wielding two consecutive strikes was already the limit of what he could currently perform.


Old Man Ji made a decisive decision, put away the Broken Blade, and shouted, "The formation is broken, follow me to kill!"


The face of HTaoist uangtian, which had been calm and unruffled, finally showed a slight movement. He gently shook the golden bell in his hand.


Only invisible ripples, like waves, spread around.


Carrying an indescribable oppressiveness, it spread outwards.


The five remaining Ancient Corpse Puppets of Huang Tian Sect, as if guided by invisible chains, all soared into the sky, standing in front of HTaoist uangtian.


Chapter 31 The World as a Prison, The Human Clan Will Perish!_2