The beginning of the game "The King of Heroes"

Chapter 560 History Changes, The Vanished Black Paper Boat, The Eighth and a Half

"Kunpeng Treasure Technique, here I come!" The little one rode the dragon and broke through the waves, looking at the gradually emerging light of the sky in front of him, and shouted.

Although Qin Tian mastered all ten of the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques, he did not pass them on to Little Dot and Ge Gu.

Not to mention that with their current primordial spirit strength, they are simply unable to bear all the Immortal King's treasure techniques.

Even if their primordial spirits are strong enough to withstand all ten of the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques, Qin Tian will not teach them them.

Only when they themselves go through countless hardships and dangers to finally obtain the Kunpeng inheritance will it be meaningful to acquire the Ten Fierce Treasures.

It satisfied my own needs and also provided me with experience and growth.

This is the most important thing.

.........

This journey is not safe; the deep sea harbors many powerful forces that are no less formidable than those of Xiling.

As soon as they approached the land of Kunpeng's inheritance, they encountered obstacles. The sea was boiling, its azure waters surging, and runes intertwined like bolts of lightning, making the battle exceptionally fierce.

Various sea monsters rose and fell, densely intertwined to form a protective net. Runes and divine light ran in parallel, array patterns condensed into a field, and even a Venerable One watched from afar.

They must prevent the people of the Great Wilderness from reaching the Kunpeng Divine Nest.

The phrase "Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques" is incredibly alluring.

There is a kind of magic to it; anyone who knows this concept cannot let go of this supreme treasure.

The mere whistleblower's message drew countless creatures rushing to the scene.

A pure-blooded being from the Great Wilderness, a descendant of the sea god from the ocean...

They clashed with each other, engaging in battle before even truly seeing the Kunpeng's divine nest.

The great battle stretched for dozens of miles, resulting in the deaths of countless lives. The sea turned red with blood, and numerous corpses of all races floated on the surface.

Clearly, actually seeing the Kunpeng's nest is not an easy thing.

Fortunately, Little Dot and Ge Gu were small targets and had the True Dragon Horn protecting them, so they easily tore apart this man-made magic field array.

They broke through the defenses by leaving only a few dozen corpses along the way.

Soon, they saw the legendary Kunpeng's nest.

A massive, barren cliff lies deep in the sea, even more magnificent than the ancient Demon Mountain. It rises above the surface of the ocean, and on the cliff face is an ancient bird's nest, simple and unadorned, without any runes or divine light.

But wisps of chaotic energy continued to fall, creating an extremely terrifying scene.

"Something's not right about this Kunpeng Divine Nest. How come it's so much worse than my own?" The True Dragon looked up at the Chaos Divine Nest in front of him, even though this Divine Nest looked incredibly sacred and majestic.

However, it is somewhat inferior to the Chaos Dragon's Nest.

It doesn't seem like the habitat of the Kunpeng.

“This is not the real Kunpeng Divine Nest; it should just be a teleportation point,” Ge Gu concluded. As a legitimate descendant of the Ten Fiends, he had inherited knowledge about Kunpeng.

Ge Gu confirmed that this was not the Kunpeng Divine Nest, but the others did not know.

Countless people went crazy after just seeing a corner of the divine nest.

A fierce battle ensued, with countless powerful figures falling, all because a strange field filled the forbidden sea, suppressing everyone's cultivation.

It makes it difficult for cultivators above the Spirit Transformation level to display their divine power here, as they need to replenish a massive amount of essence, energy, and spirit.

As time went on, this field grew stronger and stronger, like a prehistoric life form breathing, resonating with the entire world, fluctuating and spreading ripples in the void.

This fluctuation is a form of suppression, the will of the ancient Kunpeng, suppressing the cultivators' realm and preventing them from surpassing the Spirit Transformation realm.

Ultimately, this caused some powerful individuals to fall from the sky, besieged by schools of fish at sea, and perish, their blood staining the blue sea.

The little guy, who was already at the Cave Heaven Realm, became a tyrant. Fighting across a major realm was not a difficult task for him.

The little one emerged from the shadows and took center stage: "Let the battle begin!"

"I can not wait any more!"

The little one's fighting spirit surged, and the ten grotto-heavens opened, connecting with each other to form the most magnificent divine ring, dazzling and radiant, its divine light illuminating the nine heavens.

The tiny figure is placed in the very center, like a blazing sun, radiating an incomparably grand aura.

He couldn't wait to inherit the Kunpeng's legacy and tell his older brother about his achievements.

He and Ge Gu took the initiative to fight the descendants of the sea god on the ocean and confront pure-blooded creatures on the islands. They were invincible all the way, eating and eating along the way.

They slew many enemies, and even fought against the spirit body of a Venerable One. Together, the two of them crossed a major realm to kill him.

The two of them became tyrants in the vast blue sea, occupying a golden island and approaching the Kunpeng Divine Nest through a series of traversing formations.

Finally, they truly saw the Kunpeng's Nest. One after another, divine trees were used to build this vast and boundless nest, which shocked the past and present. Chaotic energy permeated the place, and the scene was truly amazing.

"I didn't sense the aura of the Kunpeng."

"It seems that senior has also passed away." Ge Gu, with his dragon horns, explored the Kunpeng Divine Nest, sighing with regret.

As one of the Ten Fiends, Kunpeng's situation seemed no better than that of the True Dragon; he too passed away early, leaving behind not even a trace of his obsession.

"I wonder if any of Kunpeng's descendants have survived." Ge Gu's mind was filled with thoughts. As the losers in the ancient battle, the ten most renowned bloodlines had all been ambushed by alien creatures.

In order to cut off the chance for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to rise again, the descendants of the Ten Fiends either died in the womb or barely hatched, but lost their supreme potential.

Ge Gu pondered the past and the future here, while the little one stared blankly at the enormous gate.

This radiant portal, situated on the island, blazed brightly, seemingly connecting to the realm of gods. A river flowed from within it, emptying into the vast ocean. To the little one's astonishment, a black paper boat floated out of the golden portal.

The paper boat is no bigger than the palm of your hand, delicate and exquisite, existing between illusion and reality. The image of stars falling from the sky can be faintly seen, foreshadowing the unpredictable power of this small paper boat.

This small boat seemed to exist in the void, yet it also resembled a precious treasure that drifted from the future, ethereal and uncertain, sometimes dissipating, sometimes coalescing.

Like two different timelines vying for anchoring to the past, no one but him saw the existence of that black paper boat.

Finally, when the little one's fingertip touched the black paper boat, the black paper boat disappeared, turning into droplets that dissipated into the passage of time.

"Disappeared?!" The little one stared blankly at the scene.

Not only did the black paper boat disappear at this moment, but all the black paper boats in the past, present, and future also vanished as light particles.

At the same time, countless histories about the black paper boat vanished into nothingness, except for Little Dot, who remembered that there once was a black paper boat that came from the future and drifted here.

.........

Just as Little Dot was dominating the battlefield, Qin Tian's transformation also reached its most crucial moment.

As the river of time surges, a vast amount of causal power is captured by the lamp of causality, slowly burning and transforming into boundless Dao power to supply the innate Dao seed.

That Dao Seed, its surface covered with mysterious patterns, exuded a Daoist charm that made one's heart pound. Like a heart beating in one's chest, it would expand and contract, each beat stirring up waves of the laws of the Great Dao.

The divinity within my limbs and bones has been almost completely squeezed out.

Qin Tian looked withered and hunched over, like an old tree that had been dried up for hundreds of years. Every inch of his skin had lost moisture, like the bark of a dead tree, and his hair was dull and lifeless.

Seeing the pitiful state of "Qin Tian," Zhenlong Zhinian couldn't help but sigh, "Are people in later generations all this ruthless?!"

The birth of a new body from an old body is not a simple matter. In this process, every trace of divinity in the limbs and bones will be stripped away.

Falling from the extraordinary realm to a lower realm is a very painful thing.

The divine substance that originally constituted the extraordinary will be squeezed out little by little from every cell in the body and gathered into the new embryo in the chest.

The same applies to the primordial spirit. Little by little, the primordial spirit is broken apart, and every bit of its divinity is integrated into the new divine embryo.

It can be said that the primordial spirit and the physical body are suffering the pain of being shattered to pieces every moment.

Qin Tian, ​​however, was able to crush his old body without changing his expression, turning it into nutrients to nurture a new divine embryo.

Even a real dragon would get a chill down its spine.

The power of time has been applied to me, and I don't know how much time has passed; it could be a year or billions of years.

The immortal seed finally stopped, ceasing to draw upon the power of cause and effect.

Five-colored immortal light emanated from Qin Tian's chest; it was the perfect Daoist essence, infinitely mysterious, and unfathomably powerful.

"Finally, we succeeded!" Qin Tian said, his voice incredibly hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for millions of years.

He lowered his head and looked at the Dao Seed on his chest, which had transformed into a five-colored immortal seed.

The five colors have profound meaning in the immortal system. They represent the colors of the immortal king, and the immortal king and his offspring have five-colored blood flowing in their veins!

Now, with his new body embodying all of Qin Tian's creation, he may have already broken through that barrier and could become a king without needing to undergo tribulation, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Ten Fiends.

"Transformation!"

"At this very moment!" Qin Tian's hoarse voice resounded throughout the universe, causing the heavens and earth to shift and the ancient and timeless Great Dao to surge forth.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out as Qin Tian's shrunken old body slowly split open, revealing the five-colored immortal seed between heaven and earth.

In an instant, the universe resonated with it, the Great Dao danced with it, and the principles of form and formlessness manifested in the seed of the Dao.

As the causal distortion intensified, in the next moment, endless blood and energy burst forth from the immortal seed, blotting out the sky and carrying boundless Daoist charm.

This Dao Seed is formed by combining the advantages of the bloodline of the One Yuan Great Number. It can be said that Qin Tian's entire body is made of supreme bones, and every strand of his hair contains an innate Dao technique and supreme patterns.

Their supreme divine arts resonated with each other, shaking the heavens and the earth.

However, it did not affect the real world, but was transmitted into the long river of time. The seed of the Dao slowly cracked open and grew roots with bloodline. Each root was crystal clear, as if it were carved from the finest red jade, and it grew by absorbing the cause and effect of all things.

Gradually, the seed of the Dao grew a main stem, which was a stem that was entirely purple-gold in color, with countless tiny runes flowing on its surface, each rune representing a law of heaven and earth.

The stem grew at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye it was more than nine feet long.

Suddenly, the stem split into three branches at the top, and a flower bud formed on each branch.

The bud on the left is green, exuding a rich life force; the bud in the middle is as white as jade, radiating pure spiritual energy; the bud on the right is as red as blood, containing immense spiritual power.

In the center of the three flowers, a blurry human figure gradually emerged.

As the energy of the Three Flowers continued to flow in, the outline became clearer and clearer—a slender body, a face with distinct features, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, just like Qin Tian when he was young!

"When the flowers bloom, I see myself; when I see my true self, I see my true self." Qin Tianfu was enlightened and understood the true meaning of rebirth.

The three wondrous flowers began to wither, their petals falling one by one, transforming into pure energy that merged into the humanoid form. With each petal merged, the body solidified a little more.

When the last crimson petal disappeared, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old appeared in the void.

His hair was as black as a waterfall, his eyes were like stars, and he exuded a suffocating majesty.

It was Qin Tian who made another half-step forward on the path of immortality in the mortal world, recovered from his old injuries, and returned to his peak.

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