Tang San tried to turn his stiff neck.
He intends to use the energy of heaven and earth that is leaking from the divine realm, which is hanging at the gate of the divine realm.
Although this is the edge of the White Jade Plaza, it is still the core hub of the divine realm.
Qianyu rebuilt the Divine Emperor Palace, with a coiled dragon jade pillar piercing the sky, and the spatial barrier was indeed incredibly stable.
However, the array formation of the Divine Realm Committee's main hall was breached yesterday, and the array's key points at the main gate have not yet been completely repaired.
His pillar was very close to the gap in the formation.
When the great array inside the Divine Emperor Palace is in operation, extremely faint primordial energy will seep out from the gaps.
Qianyu wouldn't even bother to glance at that little bit of energy.
For Tang San now, however, it is an invaluable treasure that can give him a new life.
A gust of cold wind swept by, carrying a bit of energy that hit Tang San's cheek.
Tang San's chapped lips twitched slightly.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"
Tang San recited those words fiercely in his mind.
He was frantically feeding himself toxic motivational platitudes.
He recalled his days in the Tang Clan of Sichuan in his previous life.
At that time, he was just an unimportant outer disciple.
They get up early and work late every day to clean the courtyard and remove hidden weapons.
He watched as the inner disciples swaggered around, not even letting him glance at the inner sect's secret techniques.
But he never complained or blamed others.
He would only light an oil lamp when it was late at night.
He copied the blueprints he had secretly seen one by one into his mind.
In the end, didn't he rely on his own secret learning to create the world-famous Buddha's Wrath Lotus?
When he arrived in Douluo Continent, he started out as just the son of a blacksmith.
His martial soul is still the universally acknowledged useless Blue Silver Grass.
He still managed to rise against all odds, stepping on the Spirit Hall, gaining two godhoods, and becoming the Supreme God King.
When did Tang San ever bow down to fate?
Qianyu is indeed very strong now, so strong that he has no chance to fight back.
But prosperity inevitably leads to decline.
As long as you survive and slowly accumulate strength, you will eventually be able to fight back.
Supported by this intense emotion, Tang San forcefully suppressed the rage within him.
He tried to regulate his breathing.
One long and three short – this is the most basic breathing technique of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Tang San forced himself into a meditative state.
For someone whose collarbone has been pierced and who is severely injured all over, this is almost an act of suicide.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing became barely perceptible.
Although her chin was still drooping in front of her chest, her energy and spirit were completely contained within her body.
To outsiders, he looked as if he had fainted from the pain.
In fact, Tang San released all the acupoints on his body.
A wisp of vital energy leaked from the crack in the gate and drifted with the cold wind to the dragon-shaped jade pillar.
Without hesitation, Tang San opened his mouth and inhaled the cold air along with it.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his meridians, he frantically absorbed the extremely thin spiritual energy around him.
The moment this faint wisp of spiritual energy entered the body, it was like igniting a powder keg.
The damaged meridians simply could not withstand the impact of external vital energy.
A strong tearing sensation instantly spread throughout my body.
Every nerve is sending signals of collapse to the brain.
It's a pain like tearing flesh apart bit by bit and then grinding it with rough stones.
Tang San's body twitched violently on the chains.
The specially made divine chain that pierced through the collarbone was suddenly pulled taut.
The blood clot that had formed a scab on the wound burst open.
Fresh blood flowed down his back again.
The drops fell onto the jade floor.
Tang San didn't even utter a sound.
He clenched his teeth so hard that he bit his lip until it bled, swallowing the blood mixed with his saliva.
The intense pain contorted his facial muscles to the extreme.
But he managed to stay conscious.
Tang San frantically activated the incantation in his mind.
It guided that wisp of spiritual energy to climb upwards with difficulty through the broken Du meridian.
For every inch the spiritual energy advances, it must forcefully break through the stagnant blood and broken flesh in the meridians.
He was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked with a mixture of sweat and blood.
The extremely thin spiritual energy drifted over intermittently from the surroundings.
Tang San was like a bottomless pit, greedily pulling them all into his body.
Even if each absorption is tearing apart his internal organs, he will never stop.
Water accumulates to form a deep pool, and sand gathers to form a tower.
As long as this faint spiritual energy is purified by the Xuan Tian Gong, it will eventually coalesce into a seed of internal energy.
The pain reached its peak, but Tang San's consciousness entered a strange state of excitement.
During the difficult process of operating the Xuan Tian Gong.
Images flooded his mind uncontrollably.
That was the grand future he had envisioned for himself.
He fantasized about one day breaking through to the highest realm and trampling Qianyu under his feet.
In that scene, he was no longer the pitiful prisoner he once was.
He reshaped the Asura Blood Sword and even used Tang Sect techniques to coat the Sea God Trident with an incurable poison.
He stood in the white jade square, radiating an aura a hundred times more terrifying than Qian Yu's.
Those towering jade pillars with coiled dragons were shattered by his punch.
Qianyu's cultivation was completely destroyed by him, and he lay at his feet like a dead dog.
Tang San sneered and pressed his foot firmly against Qian Yu's head.
He pressed Qianyu's arrogant face against the rough jade floor and rubbed it wildly.
Stomp on Qianyu's nose and crush all her teeth.
He wanted to test the 108 most vicious hidden weapon techniques of the Tang Clan on Qian Yu.
They carefully inserted the death warrant into Qianyu's vital points, inch by inch.
Let the man who took everything from him taste the agony of having his heart devoured by a thousand insects.
Immediately afterwards, he will kick open the gate of the God Emperor's Palace.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena and other women would run out in terror.
They would kneel on the ground, hug his legs, and cry out, begging for his forgiveness.
They said they were forced by Qianyu, and that they always loved Tang San.
Tang San burst into laughter in his fantasy.
He kicked those unfaithful women far away.
He will make them do the lowest menial tasks, strip them of all their divine power, and make them wash latrines in the realm of the gods for all eternity.
He also wants to nail Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue back to the pillar of shame and burn their souls with karmic fire.
Just then, Ah Yin also appeared in his fantasy.
This is the biological mother who was just gently serving Qianyu during her bath.
In the video, she looked full of guilt, crawled on her knees to him, and frantically kowtowed, begging him to spare her out of consideration for their mother-son relationship.
Tang San imagined himself turning around coldly.
He told her in an extremely cold tone that from the moment she betrayed him, they were no longer friends.
He wants to destroy the entire Jixia Divine Realm.
He wanted to turn this place into territory belonging only to his Tang Clan.
He made all races kneel before him, the one and only supreme god.
This brutal yet exhilarating fantasy became Tang San's only anesthetic against the excruciating pain.
He was immersed in this vision of the future, and his breathing became more and more steady.
The faint spiritual energy absorbed into the body slowly swirled within the damaged dantian.
It slowly transformed into profound inner energy, hundreds of times finer than a strand of hair.
Tang San's lips twitched slightly upwards without him even realizing it.
Although his face was covered in blood and shocking whip marks.
But he exuded a hysterical madness and paranoia.
He continued to greedily extract the spiritual energy from his surroundings in the cold wind.
Piecing together his vague and unrealistic ambition bit by bit.
Just as Tang San was on the dragon-carved jade pillar outside the gate of the God Realm, desperately absorbing the meager spiritual energy with his broken body and indulging in his unrealistic grand fantasies.
Deep within the Divine Emperor's Palace, however, lay a completely different scene.
Qianyu sat on the grand throne of the God Emperor.
He was playing with a piece of warm, white chalcedony in his hand.
The entire main hall of the Divine Realm Committee has been completely demolished and rebuilt, and it is now renamed Jixia Divine Palace.
All the rules and regulations of the old God Realm were abolished by Qian Yu yesterday.
The divine realm has finally achieved true unification.
Ah Yin walked out from the back hall carrying an exquisite tray.
She wore an elegant long dress, and her long hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin.
The tray held freshly brewed "divine tea," its aroma filling the air.
A-Yin walked to Qian-Yu's side and skillfully poured him a cup of hot tea.
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