Chapter 0420 – The Heavenly Emperor’s Dragon-Taming Canon

Yi Tianxing seemed to be living through countless imperial lives, one after another. From birth to aging, illness, and death, then starting anew—each cycle allowed him to absorb the essence of an emperor's life, turning it into nourishment for himself.

As time passed, an indescribable aura of dominance began to emanate from his body—an imperial aura, the majesty of a sovereign, a presence that forbade others from looking directly at him.

The Way of the Emperor lies in control.

If one lacks the ability to command ministers and govern the people, then such a ruler is only emperor in name. Chaos will follow. Such a being can hardly be considered a true emperor.

In an instant, Yi Tianxing experienced countless imperial lives—founding emperors, fallen monarchs, revivalists, tyrants, despots. It was as if he stood in a godlike perspective, absorbing every nuance of the imperial path.

"The path of cultivation lies within oneself. The human body is born a Dao body—there is no need to seek externally. The body holds boundless treasures. Once its secrets are unlocked, one can battle the heavens and the earth, invincible."

"Center yourself on humanity. Command the true dragons. Seize control over all things."

His mind raced with countless thoughts flashing by.

One cultivation method after another surged into his mind—

Sitting Oblivion Sutra (坐忘经)

Primordial Unity Technique (混元功)

Record of Crimson-Blooded Loyalty (碧血丹心录)

Heavenly Soldier Battle Canon (天兵战典)

Heavenly General Battle Canon (天将战典)

Divine General Battle Canon (神将战典)

These and many more flowed endlessly. Yi Tianxing often browsed the Scripture Pavilion during his leisure time, and with his abilities, whatever he read would imprint directly into his memory. Though he hadn't practiced most of them, his comprehension allowed him to draw connections among them.

Now, all of it had become his foundation and nourishment.

He observed the mysteries of the human body and absorbed the essence of myriad scriptures.

At this moment, the sealed portion of the Dragon-Taming Celestial Canon (御龙天经) began to emerge in his mind.

True dragons soar through the heavens, commanding fear and respect. Wherever they pass, none dare disobey. They stand at the pinnacle among all races. To control a true dragon requires power equal to or greater than theirs.

Very few beings in heaven and earth can truly command dragons.

In ancient times, emperors claimed to be "sons of true dragons," children of the heavens.

But ultimately, that was only a resemblance—not transcendence.

To truly control a true dragon, one must become the Heavenly Emperor.

The power of the Heavenly Emperor reigns above all—nothing escapes his grasp. Even true dragons must bow and serve.

To wield the might of a dragon, I shall become the Heavenly Emperor.

Unknowingly, aided by the Observation of Humanity Sutra (观人经), Yi Tianxing could now perceive the endless mysteries hidden within the human body. He could see meridian pathways flowing like rivers and acupoints twinkling like stars.

Instantly, his consciousness split into countless incarnations, identical in body and mind, each beginning to cultivate a different technique. Each cultivation felt as real as if he were training it personally—the full experiences merged back into him.

In that single moment, it was as if tens of thousands of Yi Tianxings were simultaneously training and evolving countless techniques.

Some avatars burst apart, reduced to dust, while others succeeded. But this did not stop the surge of comprehension.

Eventually, a mysterious scripture took form in his mind.

And at that exact moment, the simulation space around him collapsed into nothingness.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Dragon-Taming Canon (天帝御龙经)—formed by fusing countless insights and scriptures, rooted in the Observation of Humanity Sutra, combined with the Dragon-Taming Celestial Canon, has finally taken shape. Though still rough, it bears my imprint. This is the true foundational scripture."

Yi Tianxing slowly opened his eyes. With a single thought, the scripture revolved within his mind.

A mystical visualization diagram appeared.

In the image, a Heavenly Emperor—face obscured—stood clad in a Nine-Dragon Robe, crowned with purple-gold. Stars orbited around him like a galaxy. Beneath his feet was the Ancestral Dragon, and around him rang dragon roars—ten thousand dragons bowed and surrounded him in reverence.

The majesty of the emperor radiated to an overwhelming degree.

A single gaze could shatter stars. A strand of hair could slice through space. He could turn the cosmos with a gesture, crush galaxies underfoot. With a thought, he could shatter the heavens, or create boundless laws.

He was the ultimate emperor, the center of the cosmos. All things revolved around his will. Life and death were at his discretion.

The sensation was terrifying.

Ordinary people, even glancing at such a visualization, would be crushed by its imperial pressure—their minds destroyed.

Such a visualization was akin to courting death.

But since Yi Tianxing himself created this diagram, the pressure, though real, shared a spiritual connection with him. It didn't crush his mind, but instead tempered it, making it stronger.

In any cultivation method, the core lies in the visualization diagram.

If that diagram is flawed, the practice becomes half as effective or even dangerous—leading to madness or death.

This Heavenly Emperor's Dragon-Taming Diagram is the central foundation of the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon-Taming Canon.

ROAR!!

The Golden Dragon Serpent, Yi Tianxing's manifestation of destiny, emerged from his body. Its glow was noticeably dimmer.

In the Fate Pool, once brimming with vibrant red essence, only a thin layer remained—most had been consumed.

The simulation space devoured immense amounts of fate energy every second. Though it seemed like millennia had passed within, only the time of a single tea's brew had elapsed in the real world.

Just like that, all that accumulated fate was burned away.

Only because the Fate Pool could no longer sustain the simulation did the space collapse.

But the most important part—the creation of the canon—was complete. In a single instant, Yi Tianxing had acquired accumulation equivalent to thousands of years.

Such experience couldn't be bought with any wealth.

"Excellent. What an incredible simulation space. Fate feedback truly is miraculous. I wonder what kind of fortunes others would receive if they encountered such feedback. But this one alone is enough to establish the foundation of my supreme path. Even more so—my Intent of Spear and Arrow have reached their peak and are ready for tribulation refinement. I've even awakened Sword Intent, forming a Sword Dao Talisman. My body refinement method, Mighty Bull Demon Physique, has been grasped at its essence. My body cultivation within the White Cauldron tier is now completely unhindered. This simulation just saved me years of effort."

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

So what if the Fate Pool had been drained? Fate could always be gathered again. So long as the people's hearts were with him, fate would return. With time, the pool could be restored.

But a simulation space like this—a miracle born of fate feedback—was not something one could find at will.

Fate feedback was the act of using fate energy to draw upon a mysterious force from the unknown, allowing one to enter a space of miracle and enlightenment, even accelerating cultivation. A thousand people might experience a thousand unique results.

The Heavenly Emperor's Dragon-Taming Canon, at the Spirit Sea, Life Aperture, or even Life Map realms, may not differ much from the Dragon-Taming Celestial Canon. But only at the Dharma Aspect realm does it truly diverge, transforming in nature.

Even so, consistently visualizing the Dragon-Taming Diagram would drastically enhance one's control over true essence.

"The Observation of Humanity Sutra is indeed a unique technique. Its value is no less than a heavenly canon. Though it offers only nine chances to comprehend, and then requires ten thousand years before reuse, such a treasure must be carefully guarded—never revealed lightly."

Yi Tianxing silently suppressed his excitement about the canon.

Even those closest to him could not know. In his journey through emperor lives, he had witnessed too much betrayal, too much deceit.

The heart of an emperor must be as vast as the sea, and as deep as the abyss.

Some secrets must never be spoken. Everyone has secrets. For an emperor to have none is to invite death—especially in a chaotic world like this.

"Xinghai, can you now sense the surrounding villages?"

Yi Tianxing's gaze turned to the star-web globe, like a crystal sphere, and asked.

Inside, Xinghai—like a goddess born of the stars—stood amidst swirling constellations.

"Father, I can sense that those villages have now aligned themselves with Xuanhuang City. Our fate is linked. For now, it's limited to nearby villages. To extend our reach across thousands of miles, we'll need massive fate accumulation—only then can we unify the region."

Her voice rang clear.

"So long as we are connected to the nearby villages, that's enough. The path of fate lies in governance and balance. As we cultivate the people's hearts over time, our influence will spread across the land. With that, fate will naturally flow in."

Yi Tianxing nodded. This wasn't something to be rushed.

"Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish—too much haste leads to disorder."