The man was devouring, but the system was in the primordial world.

【you are dead】

Seeing the final result displayed on the light screen, Qianqing's clone sighed silently.

He wasn't surprised at all!

Throughout history, very few deities who cultivated through the path of destiny have achieved good results.

At this stage, the official system of the Investiture of the Gods, which is so overpowered, has not yet been released. Those who dare to follow the path of destiny are either ruthless or risking their lives.

Although the breakthrough was not successful, the quality of the reward should still be guaranteed.

You can choose three items from the following options.

【Part One: Faith in Divine Image (Peak of the Mystic Immortal Realm)】

【Part Two: Riding the Yellow Bloodline】

[Part Three: Reflections on the Laws of Earth]

【Part Four: Insights into the Art of Flying Yellow (Teleportation - Original Version)】

【Five: Three Yuan Meeting Yellow Crystal Divine Stone】

【…】

【145: The True Form of the God of the Underworld - Comet Divine Stone (Low-grade Innate Spiritual Material, Can be Refined into Acquired Spiritual Treasures)】

After reviewing the rewards of all the options, Qianqing's clone quickly made a decision.

"Choose the Yellow Bloodline, the Flying Yellow Technique, and the Comet Divine Stone."

Three streams of light appeared at the same time: the yellow and white intertwined Chenghuang bloodline, strange divine stones filled with various hollows, and most importantly, his understanding of the Flying Yellow Technique.

"boom--"

A burst of silvery-white light suddenly erupted around Qianqing's clone, layer upon layer, as if it were about to leave the current world and go to another space-time. As the aura of the fundamental laws of space spread, a crystal drop of water fell from above, leaving a mark on Qianqing's clone, Bai'e's clone, and Dachun's clone.

The fundamental laws of space are acknowledged!

In the darkness, Qianqing's clone seemed to sense an unknown realm, a boundless ocean spreading out, with a rich spatial aura rushing towards him.

When Qianqing's clone withdrew his senses, he also vaguely sensed the difference in his surroundings.

The space seemed to transform into a flowing stream.

By understanding the principles of space, bridging two spatial coordinates becomes effortless; however, although teleportation is now possible, the true nature of space has not yet been fully grasped.

But this special feeling...

"Domain?"

Putting away the Chenghuang bloodline and the comet divine stone beside him, Qianqing's clone took a step and disappeared instantly, only to reappear in another corner of the Wanmu Chengling Hall the next moment. This was not a straight-line movement, but a leap after merging into space.

As for the nature of the remaining laws...

"It doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined."

Qianqing's clone reached out, and lines appeared on his palm. After mastering the origin of space, he deduced the essence of the laws. Things that were originally difficult to see through immediately became clear. He even felt that with the help of the Flowing Cloud Boundary Stone, he should be able to comprehend all 108 kinds of spatial essence in less than a year.

"Let's try to eliminate the soldiers' morale first."

Qianqing's clone put away the Wanmu Chengling Palace, exposing it to the terrible storm outside.

The endless stream of light transformed into countless sharp blades that attacked, but as they approached Qianqing's clone, they rushed into another layer of space and emerged from the other side.

At the same time, Qianqing's clone also began to comprehend the secrets of these attacks, dismantling the secret patterns within them, and using them as a template to attempt to combine the laws of metal and space.

A complete longsword slowly materialized.

Then came the second game, and the third game.

Countless longswords transformed into a sea of ​​sword energy, raging wildly against the surrounding weapons, with thousands of sparks bursting forth, like shooting stars and fireworks blooming in the sky.

However, Qianqing's clone quickly frowned.

The sword energy he condensed was not as solid as the natural military energy around him; it often took more than a dozen swords to counteract one. The difference between them was not a small matter.

Gold, lightning, and space.

There wasn't a single law here that resonated with him, so using this clone to perceive the surrounding laws was actually a disadvantage.

"Forget it, there's still time, we can just take it slow!"

Qianqing's clone held a longsword, with the domain he had condensed during the Fusion of Wind swirling above him. He repeatedly slashed away the incoming swords, and each time the sword energy in his hand shattered, it would become even stronger the next time it condensed.

Similarly, his understanding of the laws of space deepened through this process, and he quickly completed the process of reverse deducing all the essences.

Having fully comprehended the 108 spatial essences, the original sword energy rapidly reorganized.

Then, with a flash of sword light, dozens of King-level military auras were instantly shattered, and the surrounding sea of ​​swords also exuded a strong killing intent.

At this point, a year and a half had passed since Qianqing's clone entered the battlefield.

After a year and a half of honing his skills, he had come close to the peak level of the sword qi secret technique he had comprehended through this perilous place. However, this last half step was not easy to break through.

Therefore, after only a short hesitation, Qianqing's clone temporarily abandoned practicing swordsmanship and returned his attention to collecting immortal resentment.

The ancient battlefield truly lives up to its name!

In less than half a year, he encountered a lot of resentment from immortals.

However, these grievances...

[Celestial-level resentment detected. Transformation complete. Simulation attempts increased by 1]

[Severely damaged Immortal-level resentment detected; the resentment is dissipating and cannot be converted.]

"Cannot be converted?"

[Inferior Immortal-level resentment detected. Transformation complete. Simulation attempts increased by 1]

【…】

Several times when he encountered resentment that he could not transform, and then connected it with the description of "resentment dissipating", Qianqing's clone quickly figured out the reason.

He must have been resurrected!

The source of resentment is revived, and the original resentment naturally loses its basis and will dissipate, which is only natural.

Even if he were resurrected, the remaining immortal resentment would be enough for him to make a fortune.

Even after just circling the outskirts of the battlefield, Qianqing's clone gained a full 81 new limited simulation attempts.

A total of 81 chances!!!

Although these ordinary immortal-level simulations are most likely just pointing to general bloodlines, insights, and treasures, and don't offer much help to him now, if he could obtain more innate spiritual treasures, or even more divine beast bloodlines with wind attributes, then his two clones and his main body wouldn't need to search for treasures anymore.

However, it's not time to be happy yet.

Qianqing's clone looked up at the center of the battlefield, where endless military energy transformed into a towering tornado that could be seen even from hundreds of light-years away.

With each step he took forward, his already formidable attacks became increasingly fierce and dense, as if he intended to utterly destroy everything in his path.

"Bang—"

The Qianqing clone, who had withstood hundreds of sword strikes, was suddenly forced back, spun around, and knelt in mid-air, shattering the surrounding river of sword energy one by one.

Then, in the next moment...

A sudden burst of weaponry spread out in a circular pattern, its momentum like a toppling of gold and jade, giving no one any time to react.

"Damn it! This thing can even have phased bursts?"

Cicada Knows the Divine Wind - Imperial Guard!

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.

A terrifying whirlwind, mixed with countless sword shadows, condensed inch by inch into a solid barrier. As the wave of weapons roared towards them, the already fragile space instantly appeared hollow, forcing Qianqing's clone to continue retreating.

Fortunately, he eventually regained his balance.

As the crisis subsided, Qianqing's clone, who had sensed the power of the wave of weapons, licked his lips, a defiant glint in his eyes.

"Nothing special!"