Chapter Five Spatial Laws

  Emperor Jiang returned to the belly of Buzhou Mountain, and the 11th Blood Team was still quietly cultivating. These guys probably didn't even notice that they had been away for 20,000 years. Emperor Jiang let out a sigh of bitter laughter, but he didn't disturb them either. He sat down quietly in his original position and slowly started operating the Nine Turns of the Mysterious Skill.

  How to comprehend the power of the law, Emperor Jiang was deeply puzzled. When Pangu cultivated to the sixth turn, he comprehended the power law, but according to his understanding of himself in his past life, he should have comprehended the space law. But how to proceed? The Nine Turns Mysterious Skill circulated within his body, and apart from making his law power more handy, it couldn't increase even a bit. Emperor Jiang couldn't help but feel anxious, especially after meeting the Old Ancestor of the Universe, this anxious feeling became more intense.

  It's the Qian Kun Ding. Emperor Jiang suddenly thought of the Qian Kun Ding he had obtained from the hands of the old ancestor Qian Kun, which contained the universe and could hold all things. Isn't this a kind of application of spatial laws? Why not use it as a reference for himself?

  Divine consciousness locked onto the Qiankun Ding in his primordial spirit, and he couldn't help but scold himself for being careless. This innate treasure was placed here, yet he had forgotten about it and hadn't refined it, no wonder he suffered the Chaos Three Calamities.

  The seal on the Qian Kun Ding was broken layer by layer, and Emperor Jiang's understanding of it also deepened. The defense of the Qian Kun Ding was not bad either, and even if it was placed on top of one's head, it could achieve the effect of being immune to all attacks, only slightly inferior to the Tian Di Xuan Huang Ling Long Tower and the Hun Dun Zhong. However, its attack aspect was relatively single-minded, only able to smash people and trap them. Nevertheless, its other function was indeed very powerful, capable of refining pre-heavenly materials into pre-heavenly spiritual treasures. It seemed that he would have to collect more pre-heavenly materials later on.

  Three thousand years of time, Emperor Jiang finally completely refined the Qiankun Ding, and had some understanding of the spatial laws. Emperor Jiang's divine consciousness was fully immersed in the Qiankun Ding, floating and drifting, completely emptying his thoughts, feeling the subtle spatial laws inside.

  "Mustard seeds contain Mount Sumeru, and Mount Sumeru is contained in mustard seeds." The Emperor murmured softly to himself, "Life is like a mustard seed that contains Mount Sumeru; the mind is like fine dust that holds the vast universe."

  "A flower, a thought, countless eons; the universe is contained in a single hair. I can put Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed, and clearly understand the Four Truths to attain Nirvana." Suddenly, a burst of insight emerged in his mind, and Emperor Jiang opened his eyes, shooting out a brilliant light. The mustard seed and Mount Sumeru - this was actually the first realm of spatial laws. In an instant, Emperor Jiang's body transformed, shrinking from 90,000 feet to about 1.8 meters, not through any magical transformation, but actual condensation. At this moment, his physical strength increased by over a hundred times, making him the undisputed number one in the vast wilderness, surpassing even Pangu's physical strength at the sixth turn of cultivation. Now Emperor Jiang's body was like a mustard seed space, capable of directly storing and retrieving items without affecting himself. The Sleeve Universe Divine Ability of Zhenyuanzi was like an ant compared to an elephant in comparison.

  His body, still at 1.8 meters tall, felt great, but the Nine Turns Divine Art was not convenient to use. Emperor Jiang was very satisfied with his current state, but the Nine Turns Divine Art did not stop, and it continued to run inside his body, compared to before, there was an additional hint of spatial law. Suddenly, the divine art's circulation became faster and faster, and the spatial law began to merge with his flesh, every cell in his body was jumping violently like boiling water, Emperor Jiang couldn't help but feel some doubt, however he didn't feel any pain, instead he felt a bit comfortable, it seemed that the Nine Turns Divine Art was strengthening his flesh. But the next moment, Emperor Jiang's calmness was gone, the boiling cells began to gather and reorganize, he only felt a wave of heat throughout his body, in just a moment, Emperor Jiang's flesh had greatly changed its appearance.

  It has the form of a divine bird, its shape is like a yellow sack, red as cinnabar fire, six legs and four wings, stout and without facial features. In the end, I couldn't escape becoming this kind of strange creature either. The current Emperor Jiang is now a six-legged, four-winged, fat and ruddy-faced monster bird with unclear facial features.

  Although the appearance is a bit unsightly, the application of space law is even more harmonious and smooth. Emperor Jiang's body shape changed back to human form. The strange bird state was automatically triggered by the cultivation of the Nine Turns Mysterious Skill in order to use the space law more flexibly, and its own body was still in human form ( Innate Tao Body ). It's a bit embarrassing and unsightly, but the physical strength has increased significantly.

  After successfully igniting the second form, Emperor Jiang's physical realm had another breakthrough, reaching the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian. At this time, Emperor Jiang felt that moving mountains and filling seas was just a matter of waving his fingers, and he didn't know if Luo Huanhong had reached the quasi-saint realm at this time. If not, he should have a chance to fight back. The current Emperor Jiang was full of confidence.

  He took out the Xuan Yuan water control flag again, and his divine consciousness sank in to start refining it. This refinement was another thousand years, and the Hunyuan Qinglian Jue supplemented the part that broke through to the Daluo Golden Immortal as expected. Now, there is no need to rush to find the other five-color flags of the five directions, after all, with only the Taiyi Xuanxian's yuan god realm, it will be enough for a while.

  The state of the yuan god is still far from enough, Emperor Jiang thought to himself, and for the time being, he put aside the nine-turns Xuan Gong and switched to cultivating the Hun Dun Qing Lian Jue. After all, the stronger the yuan god, the more things can be calculated, how important it is to know beforehand.

  The sun rises and sets, all things wither and prosper. This cultivation lasted for a whole yuan meeting, totaling 129,600 years. When Emperor Jiang exited the cultivation state, he was also frightened. However, the results of this yuan meeting's cultivation were not satisfactory to Emperor Jiang. After crossing so many times, it only raised the Yuanshen realm boundary to the Jinxian peak boundary, which was several times slower than before. Pinching his fingers, he finally understood the cause and effect.

  In the 129,600 years since then, the Desolate World has given birth to countless living beings. These living beings relied on their instincts and breathing techniques to reach the Xuanxian realm in tens of thousands of years. Those with slightly better qualifications reached the Taiyi Xuanxian realm, and a few exceptional ones had already reached the early stages of Jinxian, such as Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Dan, Fei Lian, Jiu Yin, Shang Yang, Bai Ze, Qin Yuan, Xi Tie, Gui Che, etc. These living beings vaguely formed three tribes: the scaled tribe led by Zhu Long dominated the four seas of the Desolate World; the avian tribe led by Feng Tian occupied the southern part of the Desolate World; and the beast tribe led by Lin Zu dominated the central part of the Desolate World. The three tribes were powerful, and they divided up 80% of the world's energy, leaving only 20% for other cultivators. This energy was extremely valuable, as those who possessed it could achieve twice the results with half the effort in their cultivation or comprehension of the Heavenly Way. If one could gather all the energy of the Desolate World into their body, they could attain the Mixed Yuan Dao fruit and become a saint within 10,000 years. This is probably the true purpose behind the establishment of these tribes.

  At the time when the three clans had not yet emerged, there were very few living beings. The twelve ancestor witches were also descendants of Pangu, and they actually divided the three successful energies of Honghuang, so the cultivation naturally went quickly. Now that the three clans have entered the world, they occupy the energy of Honghuang, and the energy on Emperor Jiang's body has lost eight or nine out of ten, which is why his cultivation has slowed down.

  However, it was useless to suppress the aura with the Ding of Heaven and Earth. Otherwise, even if they had means that reached the sky, it would be difficult for them to snatch away the aura on their own bodies. Emperor Jiang thought to himself, without great merit by his side, yet daring to occupy so much aura, truly not knowing life from death. He was secretly scornful, and a bit angry about the three clans occupying the aura. Speaking of which, the three clan leaders, Long, Feng Tian, and Lin Zu, were also born before the opening of heaven, and were among the few remaining primordial demon gods who had not fallen. Although only a thread of their original spirit escaped during the opening of heaven, after so many years of cultivation, combined with the aura of the three clans on their bodies, they had cultivated back to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, and were just one step away from returning to the Quasi-Saint realm. Their strength was among the top in the entire Hong Huang.

  The Dragon and Han's first calamity has already begun, it seems that I should also move around in the vast expanse to accumulate some merits and make preparations for the future. Thinking of this, Emperor Jiang already had the idea of entering the world to respond to the calamity.

  "Big brother, you're finally awake." A loud voice rang out, pulling Emperor Jiang back from his thoughts. Emperor Jiang turned around to see a robust man with a thick head and a height of nearly two meters standing before him.

  "You're Gonggong! You also came out of that blood clot!" Emperor Jiang was very surprised, looking at Gonggong with a face full of surprise and delight, making Gonggong scratch his head in embarrassment.

  "It's not just Gonggong, we're here too." A mature and steady young man stepped forward with a smile, followed by eight men and two women. "Zhuyin has seen Big Brother."

  "Haha, they've all grown up, but it's my fault as the older brother for neglecting them." Emperor Jiang looked at his younger siblings with embarrassment, clasping his fists in greeting.

  All of them followed suit and paid their respects with a fist and a bow.

  "Jumu has seen Big Brother, thank you Big Brother for many years of protection." Jumu wore a green robe, slightly plump, but with a kind and broad face.

  "Ji Shou has seen the great brother." Ji Shou's words were few, but Emperor Jiang could sense the strong gratitude from his excited face, a straightforward and honest man.

  "One by one, how can they all be so petty. Haha, I've seen Big Brother Rong." Such a hearty laugh, no need to say that Emperor Jiang also knew it was Rong.

  "Little Brother Tian Wu has met Big Brother." Tian Wu gave a fist bump, exuding an air of elegance and confidence that radiated from his entire being.

  "Big brother, Qiang Liang is paying his respects to you." Qiang Liang clasped his fists and bowed deeply, Emperor Jiang hastily helped him up, feeling delighted in his heart. This younger brother hadn't changed a bit, still as silly and honest as ever.

  "Heizi has seen the great brother, wishing the great brother to attain the mixed yuan as soon as possible and enjoy countless eons of leisure." Heizi's face was full of flattering smiles, and he directly gave a bootlicking compliment. Emperor Jiang smiled helplessly, also wondering how his straightforward ancestor could have produced such an abnormal offspring.

  "Xia Bi Shi has seen Da Ge before." Xia Bi Shi squeezed out a smile with all his might, but it looked uglier than crying. It was indeed difficult for this few-words-and-decisive cool brother to show a smiling face.

  "Little sister, Xuanming has seen big brother, but big brother shouldn't be like this. We've all been born for so long, and you're still cultivating, not even waking up to take a look at us." Facing Xuanming's coquettish rebuke, Emperor Jiang felt extremely embarrassed.

  "Young Mistress Xuanming, please don't be mischievous. Is Big Brother setting an example for us?" A yellow-robed girl with a gentle demeanor walked over, her face bearing a smile, elegant and refined, making one feel like they were basking in the warmth of spring. "Little Sister Hou Tu has seen Big Brother."

  Xuán Míng spat out his tongue, but didn't refute.

  "Why be so polite, it's not the first day we met." Di Jiang was delighted in his heart, walked up to chat with them one by one, and suddenly a burst of laughter echoed through the mountain, filled with warmth everywhere.