He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

There was no auspicious mist or celestial light soaring into the sky; everything was natural, like a delicate ink painting.

Calming down, Zhou Qing felt as if he could hear the breathing of everyone in the entire city.

From his closest point to his furthest, from mortals to monks

Gradually, Zhou Qing's perception of the outside world became more and more acute. His eyes were closed, but his divine sense transcended his physical body, growing larger and larger until it gradually enveloped the entire Spirit Lake City.

He clearly sensed that tens of thousands of auras of destiny were converging on him from all directions.

Like the ocean embracing all rivers, the threads of fate of everyone, whether mortal or cultivator, slowly intertwine, transforming into a vast net of destiny.

In a single instant, a change occurred within a three-zhang radius where Zhou Qing was located.

The autumn wind that brushed against Zhou Qing's face froze at that moment, and the fallen leaves on the sycamore tree also stopped in mid-air.

However, all of this had no impact on people outside.

Only the city lord who had undergone the transformation into a dragon felt a sudden surge of intense crisis, as if his fate had been seized by others, leaving him like a fish on a chopping board, at their mercy.

The web of fate converged on Zhou Qing from all directions, making him feel as if he were one with it. He suddenly saw many scenes, mostly of what these people were doing, with occasional glimpses of the future.

These visions of the future immediately caught Zhou Qing's attention.

He hasn't looked at other people's lines of fate for two months because this kind of 'seeing' is very mentally taxing; the longer you look, the more exhausting it becomes.

Therefore, the future is also uncertain for Zhou Qing at this moment.

However, these images now present roughly the same scenario.

In the not-too-distant future, Linghu City was plunged into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A huge light curtain enveloped Linghu City, and the streets were littered with corpses.

Dozens of cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle in the air, their blazing divine light shining like a silver river falling from the heavens or a vast ocean crashing against the sky.

A tall, menacing figure appeared in mid-air, carrying the battered city lord in his hand, and said in a chilling tone.

"From the moment you killed my only son fifty years ago, I have been thinking about revenge every single moment."

“Now I have sealed this space with a forbidden artifact. To outsiders, nothing will change here. Your clan’s powerful figures will not discover what’s happening here for at least an hour.”

"And since you've been poisoned by my 'Soft Immortal Powder,' rendering you powerless, I'll show you how I destroy the city you built with your own hands."

"Hahaha, I'll show you what it feels like to have your precious possessions taken away!"

The city lord was covered in blood, his eyes wide with rage, but he couldn't roar because he had been silenced.

The ferocious figure sneered, "Zhou Yu, are you curious why you didn't find my Soft Immortal Powder? Hmph, this is a unique pill formula from before the ancient times. Although it prevents people from using their divine power, it is not poisonous. On the contrary, it is a pill formula that makes people lose their ability to act due to extreme pleasure."

In the city, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, an old scholar stood and roared in fury, "Why was this city massacred? Why! Why!"

"I love killing people, especially torturing mortals. The more I kill, the more Zhou Yu will feel sorry for me, and the happier I will be, hahaha!"

A ferocious figure laughed wildly in the air, leading a dozen or so fierce demons to slaughter the city.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qing withdrew his consciousness from this future scene.

Chapter 43 Autumn Wind Annihilates the Demons

"So that's how it is. So the reason that person drowned was because he was poisoned." Zhou Qing also understood.

At the same time, he also felt a certain limitation in himself.

When he scanned the fortune teller's lines of destiny, all the scenes that appeared were from the perspective of that big man.

Therefore, although Zhou Qing knew he would die in the Spirit Lake, he did not understand why.

Because the poison wasn't administered in front of the big man, neither he nor Zhou Qing knew about it.

Zhou Qing felt his current limitations. He couldn't see what was happening in the shadows, and he couldn't see the cause and effect of this fate through the death of the Great Han.

"It's still a matter of insufficient understanding; otherwise, how could there be such a serious problem?" Zhou Qing sighed.

"However, I think I saw those figures who slaughtered the city."

At this moment, Zhou Qing had already broken free from the state of oneness with the Dao.

Those tens of thousands of threads of fate ultimately failed to form a complete net, collapsing at the last moment.

However, when Zhou Qing's divine sense covered the entire city, he saw those figures in a corner of the city.

He hadn't paid them any attention at first, assuming they were just like most people in the city. But now he knew that these people were actually powerful demons lurking in the city, plotting some kind of revenge.

"Is it because fate cannot reflect my image that I am not in that scene of destiny?"

Zhou Qing was somewhat puzzled, because so far, he had not appeared in any of the images of those people he had seen.

He could even see the lines of fate in others, but not his own, as if he was born without a line of fate.

“However, in any case, now that I’ve seen it, these people’s plans should be thwarted.” Zhou Qing said to himself, “Perfect, let’s test my first divine technique.”

In the next instant, Zhou Qing moved his hands, and a Dao diagram appeared in front of him, filled with an aura of incomparable vicissitudes. The Great Dao was as deep as an abyss, unfathomable.

This aura carries a sense of loneliness, desolation, and destiny.

At that moment, tens of thousands of black leaves suddenly appeared in the sky above Linghu City, blotting out the sun.

Everyone in the city was horrified; even the city lord, who had undergone the transformation into a dragon, sensed an immense danger from the falling leaves.

A moment later, an autumn wind suddenly swept through the city. This wind had no origin, but in an instant, it swept across the entire Linghu City and brushed against everyone's face.

Then, countless leaves rustled and fell from the sky.

At this very moment, in a courtyard in the city, that ferocious figure, along with a dozen or so demons, was inscribing Dao patterns, preparing to create some trapping formations.

Among these people, apart from the leader who was at the first stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm, the others were all just cultivators at the fourth level.

Suddenly, the dozen or so demons showed fear, their expressions changed drastically, and their hearts pounded with terror.

In the courtyard, whether it was the grass and trees, the stone house, or even themselves, they suddenly felt a deathly stillness. They felt as if they had become leaves blown down in the autumn wind, and a sense of death instantly overwhelmed them.

"What's going on? Who's targeting us?!"

"The ferocious figure in the lead suddenly tensed up and roared."

"Crocodile King, what should we do!" A demon behind them looked on in terror, casting a pleading glance at the ferocious figure.

"Kill! Now that someone in the city has discovered us, we have no way to escape. Our only option now is to fight our way out!" the Crocodile King roared.

These dozen or so demons immediately soared into the sky, attempting to flee outside the city.

However, how could Zhou Qing allow them to escape? Zhou Qing's expression turned utterly indifferent. He moved his hands and then pressed down hard. The Dao diagram in front of him trembled, and the void became blurred.

Just then, the sky above, where the leaves were falling in rustling leaves, suddenly changed, and a desolate and bleak atmosphere instantly permeated the entire city.

The autumn wind suddenly became much stronger, and the fallen leaves were instantly blown to ashes.

Although some passersby were blown so hard they could barely stand, they didn't sense any danger from the wind.

But the dozen or so demons were different; the autumn wind swept over their bodies as if it would blow even their bones out.

In the blink of an eye, the skin of these dozen or so demons began to crack.

"Damn it!" a demon roared, his whole body wracked with pain, as if he were being sliced ​​apart piece by piece.

The Crocodile King's eyes were also bloodshot. Although he had transformed into a dragon, his condition was not much better. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" sound, and his body swayed precariously.

These demons didn't even know where Zhou Qing was at the moment. They hadn't found him at all and were just frantically flying away.

Zhou Qing's hands trembled again, the Dao diagram changed again, and he softly shouted: "I see you as leaves, then, when the wind rises, the leaves will perish!"

"Brush brush"

Suddenly, in everyone's perception, only the sound of the wind remained between heaven and earth.

For the dozen or so demons, the situation became even worse.

At this moment, they seemed to have a delusion, as if they had really turned into a fallen leaf, their bodies cracking, their internal organs about to be injured, and their souls about to be destroyed in the autumn wind.

All the demons' bodies began to show signs of life fading away, as if they would wither and decay and perish here once the autumn wind passed.

A chilling autumn wind swept in, sweeping across the land.

The first to perish were two demons at the first level of the fourth realm. They only lasted two breaths in the autumn wind before turning into ashes, their bodies and souls completely annihilated.

Then came the second, third, and fourth heavens of the four extremes. The strongest among them could only last ten breaths before their bodies were blown by the autumn wind. They let out a weak scream and then vanished into nothingness forever.

"It's you! I've found you! You must die!" The remaining crocodile king, who had transformed into a dragon, suddenly roared. He had finally found Zhou Qing's location and discovered the courtyard where Zhou Qing was.

He was also in great pain at that moment, suffering from excruciating pain all over his body and bleeding profusely, almost becoming a blood-soaked figure.

However, he was furious, his eyes blazing with fire, his killing intent surging like a tide, his figure moving like a ghost, incredibly fast, about to rush to Zhou Qing's side.

It was incredibly frustrating. They were caught completely off guard, and more than a dozen of their men died in one fell swoop. They were seething with anger.

However, Zhou Qing shook his hands again, and a mighty autumn wind instantly rushed towards the Crocodile King, surging in like a tidal wave.

Under the stronger autumn wind, the Crocodile King still fell. Before it could reach Zhou Qing, it vanished into thin air, leaving not a single strand of hair behind.

During this time, the people in the city were stunned and their hair stood on end. Who could withstand such an attack? It was too terrifying and made them feel suffocated.

If Zhou Qing hadn't only targeted those demons, this divine technique would have been enough to turn the entire city to ashes!

Even the city lord and his guards watched from the sidelines, not daring to step forward, for fear of being swept away by the autumn wind.

Much later, people in the city began to whisper and murmur among themselves.

Chapter 44 Breaking Through the Four Extremes, No One Can Stop Me!

A few days later, Zhou Qing returned to his clan.

The main reason is that he no longer needs to suffer in the mortal world. After half a year of enlightenment, even if the thread of fate did not turn into a net of fate at the last moment, his shackles still disappeared.

In that case, he should come back and quickly advance his cultivation.

What is most lacking in this world today? Time.

If he's still dawdling and trying to increase his cultivation level during the Dark Turmoil, he's doomed.

When I first started cultivating, I was shouting that I would be invincible. I don't want to be rubbed in the void by the Supreme Being of the Forbidden Zone. That would be a joke.

At this very moment, today, he is about to break through the four poles!

Several days passed after he returned to the family, mainly to prepare the source.

At this moment, ten divine sources, each the size of a face plate, floated in his palace.