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Chapter 1260 - Chapter 1260 Chapter 791 Creating Methods

Chapter 1260: Chapter 791: Creating Methods Chapter 1260: Chapter 791: Creating Methods With the order from the Sect Master, the Immortal Taoist sect swiftly mobilized.

Disciples were divided into several small groups, each led by an elder, to comb through every corner of the Immortal Domain in a carpet-style search.

Regardless of whether they could root out the spies left by the Dark Beings, their momentum was certainly at the forefront.

At the same time, other powers were not to be outdone.

Some influential sects and clans within the Immortal Domain dispatched experts to join the search parties to jointly fend off threats from within.

However, those who could become spies for the Dark Beings and infiltrate the Immortal Domain naturally had considerable strength.

Moreover, their hidden methods were highly sophisticated, able to completely conceal the dark blood within their bodies. After all, if this were not the case, they could not have remained in the Immortal Domain for so long without being discovered.

Jiang Hui didn’t pay much attention to this matter.

Just a bunch of insignificant small fries incapable of stirring up any trouble; they weren’t worth his personal involvement.

During this time, his life was quite simple.

It was a cycle of three activities.

If he wasn’t cultivating, he was cultivating.

In this way, ten thousand years swiftly passed by.

This day.

In the Asking God Bamboo Forest.

Jiang Hui’s eyes were half-closed as he sat cross-legged on the ground,

With his palms facing up, casually resting on his knees.

Around him, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the grove produced a chanting sound as they rubbed against each other in the breeze.

Moments later.

Suddenly, two divine lights shot up from Jiang Hui’s hands.

One yin, one yang,

One white, one black.

One hand symbolized the deadly silence that severed all,

One embodied the thriving heat of life.

But the next moment.

The two glows suddenly collapsed.

Jiang Hui slowly opened his eyes.

“Still not possible?”

Jiang Hui frowned slightly, somewhat helplessly.

He felt that the Path he had mastered still had room for improvement; he now only controlled the Path of Death. If he could grasp it in its entirety, his strength would undoubtedly receive another boost.

But while the ideal was rich, putting it into practice… was too difficult.

He took a deep breath, and his mind stirred slightly.

The next moment.

A vision appeared before Jiang Hui’s eyes, visible only to him.

Transparent and formless, it seemed to exist within a small space, yet also infinitely vast, filling his entire line of sight.

[Race: Divine Willow]

[Realm: Immortal Emperor (Invincible Emperor) (Burial Emperor)]

[Age: 13,687,759 years old]

[Influence: Liu Village (Holy Land)]

[Divine Skills: Five Senses, Necromancy, Huang Liang’s Dream, Chaostic Divine Thunder, Great Cutting Technique, Things Into Soldiers, Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin Technique, The Law Follows the Utterance, etc.]

[Practice (Treasured Technique): Body Refining Scripture, The Zen Creation Technique, etc.]

[Items: Primary Spirit Gathering Array (Activated), Map of Utopia (Activated), etc.]

[Spirit Power: Infinite]

[Special Status: Heavenly Dao]

“Heavenly Dao: As everyone knows, I am the ultimate endpoint!”

“All your methods will melt into the Heavenly Dao, receiving its exclusive blessings.”

“Considering the time, it’s been almost a million years since I became an emperor.”

Jiang Hui withdrew his gaze, muttering to himself.

Strictly speaking, the time it took for him to become an emperor was not long at all; historically, there probably hasn’t been anyone faster than him.

But after stepping into the Emperor Realm, he had remained completely stagnant at this level.

Even though his experience points had accumulated to an unprecedented extreme, there still wasn’t the slightest prelude to making a breakthrough.

But that was normal.

After all, it was stepping into an entirely new domain that had never been reached before.

Throughout countless eras combined, with numerous prodigies emerging like carp across the river, who else had broken into that realm?

Apart from Emperor Huang Tian, Ye Emperor, and other giants like Emperor Merciless and Emperor Huanfen… it seemed like there were no others.

As for whether Chu Feng from the Era of Sacred Ruins had reached that realm, Jiang Hui couldn’t remember.

“Forget it, let’s relax.”

Meanwhile.

Outside the Divine Bamboo Forest.

A slender and graceful figure sat sideways upon a smooth rock, her eyes seemingly misted with water, stirring the heart. Occasionally, she glanced behind at the Divine Bamboo.

Between the swaying of the bamboo stems, one could vaguely see that towering figure, standing tall like a mountain.

“Hmm? What brings my wife here?”

Jiang Hui emerged from the bamboo forest just in time to see the woman.

“Sir, have you forgotten, it’s time to deliver the grain…”

The woman’s cheeks were rosy, as if she had a couple of drinks.

“…”

The next day.

The dawn’s early light began to show, a modest shine of golden radiance slowly rising from the horizon, instantly flooding the sky with light,

and the air was filled with a faint spiritual mist.

Breathing it into the lungs felt invigorating throughout the body.

Within the exclusive sleeping chamber.

Carefully, he moved the woman’s long, smooth leg that rested upon him to the side,

without waking her,

Jiang Hui tiptoed out of the sleeping chamber.

Afterward, his figure flashed, and he appeared on a barren patch of ground where no weeds grew.

At a glance, the area was substantial, quite a small world in and of itself.

It was a unique spatial dimension directly created by Jiang Hui.

As for its purpose, it was quite simple, mainly used for practicing.

Since every time this place would end up utterly wrecked, a sight of complete devastation.

Therefore, Jiang Hui didn’t bother to decorate it much; it was just a bare piece of land, although he had divided it into some areas.

Some were stony grounds,

some were purely earthen terrains.

And there were others.

All just to make daily training more convenient.

After all, empty talk without practice is nothing but show.

Although he commanded many divine skills,

he walked directly to the center of the empty field.

He reached up into the air with his hand.

“Clang!”

At that moment, the ear-piercing sound of a knife’s ring filled the space.

The next moment.

A knife appeared in his palm, as thin as a cicada’s wing and as clear as flowing water.

The blade pointed downward, flashing cold light, and invisibly, the entire space seemed to drop countless degrees in an instant.

Tyrant Knife!

It was Jiang Hui’s first and most ferocious weapon.

Standing in the dim light of dawn, Jiang Hui’s posture was as straight as a pine tree.

He gripped the chilling long knife in his hand, the blade reflecting the golden radiance of the rising sun, adding an extraordinary flair.

Jiang Hui’s gaze became intensely focused, as if the whole world had condensed onto this knife, and all other thoughts were cast out of his mind.

The next moment, the Tyrant Knife danced furiously in his hand.

Like a fierce wind gathering the remnants of a storm.

Then, his movements began to hasten, knife lights interwoven tightly, so dense not even air could pass through, each strike seemed to contain the power to split mountains and carve stones, yet at a critical moment, it could stop abruptly, extremely precise.

Of course, while it looked bewildering, Jiang Hui’s sword technique boiled down to just one move.

And that was the most basic chopping action.

Only, with strength like his, even the most basic of movements could produce endless variations.

Of course, for Jiang Hui.

It was merely about chopping.

Every other technique, to him, was mere show, misleading and complicated, and not suited for him.

What he needed to do was simple,

that was to refine that basic chopping to perfection.

In perfection, there would be no one in the world who could withstand the might of his single strike, and what would those dazzling and messy techniques have to do with him?

Unlike before.

As he chopped, a new and unfamiliar light chiming emerged in Jiang Hui’s mind.

The already strong connection with the Tyrant Knife reached its pinnacle in that moment, melding like milk with water.

“Bang!”

That’s when.

The knife issued a ringing sound.

As if tearing through the great universe.

At the same time.

A prompt appeared before Jiang Hui visible only to him.

“Congratulations on creating your own sword technique, Nameless. You may name your newly created sword technique!”

“Finally…”

He exhaled a long breath, Jiang Hui’s lips curling into a slight smile.