My Master is a God - Chapter 2536

[Chapter 2536: One Man and One Sword]

The God Realm cultivates eight realms, starting from the God-man realm to the Heavenly Dao realm. In this way, there are eight realms of artifacts. However, Fuxi said that there is also a legendary realm, that is, the Lord of the God Realm after the successful integration of the Dao. This level is considered a legend. He wondered if there is a ninth-level artifact?

If so, what would it be like?

According to this inference, he thinks that his Qiankun Pot should be considered a Heavenly Dao-level artifact, but it should be reluctant? Or what he doesn’t know.

Anyway, at present, the artifact on him is not bad.

After thinking about it, Yang Yiyu asked Yi Qianxing: “Look at what level my Panlong Sword is?”

“Just feel it yourself. Take your Dragon Slaying Sword as the standard, and you will naturally know.” Yi Qianxing said.

Yang Yiyu was stunned, but he also understood it. He urged the Panlong Sword to feel it. Sure enough, there was a comparison. The Panlong Sword can only be regarded as a fourth-level artifact, which is far worse than the Dragon Slaying Sword. It is considered a God King-level artifact.

“How to refine it?” Yang Yiyu knew that there was a unique way to refine the artifact, so he asked Yi Qianxing.

“The soul mark blood is tempered, and it can be tempered again with divine power. But I advise you not to refine it. You should know that more is better than less. In fact, you can nourish the sword of the god of law alone, which is enough for you. Do you think it is a good thing to divide more soul power?” Yi Qianxing rolled his eyes and said.

Yang Yiyu thought about it and it was the same reason. He nodded and picked up the Panlong sword, thinking that he would give it to someone else in the future.

There seemed to be nothing to say between the two of them. The main reason was that there was a huge difference in their realms. When talking about cultivation, Yi Qianxing had said everything that needed to be said. As for other things, Yang Yiyu was not at the same level as him, which was a bit awkward.

Thinking about Yang Yiyu’s preparation to leave, Yang Yiyu always understood one thing, that is, strength was needed.

And it was obviously not a wise choice for him to wait here and practice step by step. Besides, Yi Qianxing pointed out a way, the ancient battlefield.

Firstly, where can I find the resources for cultivation? Secondly, I can also strengthen myself.

Another key point is that the ancient battlefield can isolate information to a certain extent, which can also be regarded as a way to avoid the pursuit of the Celestial Race.

Since the Emperor of the Celestial Race has set his sights on him, it means that the entire Celestial Race has set his sights on him. Going to the ancient battlefield is also an option.

His current strength is too low, and he must improve his strength and cultivation, at least to the level of the Celestial God Realm.

The problem of how to go is solved. Just go there by sensing the sun, but thinking that he is alone, he always feels a little empty. Yang Yiyu looked at Yi Qianxing, his eyes turned and said: “Hehe, Qianxing God King, how about we go to the ancient battlefield together?”

“Haha, what are you planning? This God King rescued you once, and has been targeted by the Celestial Race. If I am with you, the Celestial Race can directly send a strong man of the Celestial God King level to come. If you don’t mind, this God King doesn’t care.” Yi Qianxing laughed.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Yang Yiyu’s mouth twitched. When he was alone, the Celestials could at most send out gods, and perhaps they could still deal with him. But according to what Yi Qianxing said, if he went straight to the level of God King, he might die faster.

“Forget it then. In that case, we’ll see you later~” Yang Yiyu turned around and walked away, but after taking two steps, he stopped and said, “By the way, if someone from the fairy world ascends to the divine world in the future, will the celestial race be in trouble?”

“Don’t worry about this, kid. The ascenders from the lower realms are the foundation of our ascender clan. This time you broke the Heavenly Gate and there was no obstruction. This is a good thing, and it’s also the agreement from the last era. As long as the Heavenly Gate is broken, the celestial race won’t bother the ascenders from the lower realms. And do you really think that we, the ascenders from the divine world, are vegetarians?

Take care of yourself and wish you good luck. The Lord God Emperor has already made arrangements for the ascension of the ascenders from the lower realms, and the celestial race will not be blind. You are the only one who is a variable now. You must know that you are the one being targeted by the Emperor, and the gods of our divine world ascender clan can’t help you even if they help you first. Once they intervene, it will be a war between the two races. Do you understand what I mean?” Yi Qianxing said.

Yang Yiyu was stunned, and said sadly: “You mean, I will be alone from now on? No one will care whether I live or die?”

“Almost… That’s what I mean~” Yi Qianxing was embarrassed for once.

“Emperor Fuxi doesn’t care about me?” Yang Yiyu said unwillingly.

Yi Qianxing: “If the Emperor doesn’t move, Emperor Fuxi can’t move.”

“Fuck~”

Yang Yiyu cursed and left without looking back.

He was angry~

but he couldn’t say it. He

always felt that his fate was planned from the beginning.

He now has the feeling that the Qiankun Pot is the reason for his success and failure.

His fate changed from the Qiankun Pot, and now he feels that his fate will also start from the Qiankun Pot.

Of course, he is aggrieved, but he doesn’t blame himself.

Because he can have what he has today because of the Qiankun Pot.

Although it sounds horrifying to be targeted by the Emperor of the Celestial Race, it is nothing if you think about it carefully, because the Emperor can’t directly attack him, and there is also the big Buddha Fuxi Emperor blocking him.

The most that the Celestials could do to him was at the level of gods, and Yang Yiyun believed that it was impossible for every Celestial to hunt him down. Since he could get the Qiankun Pot, he had great luck, which was his advantage.

Could he really be such an easy-to-bully little sheep?

Yang sneered in his heart…

He could get to where he is today because of his hard work and practice, and he fought hard step by step, not out of thin air.

There was one thing that Fuxi and Yi Qianxing said was right, and he agreed that it was relying on his own strength.

Asking for someone’s blessing, or hiding somewhere forever, that’s not Yang Yiyun’s style.

And since he knew from Fuxi that there is really reincarnation in this world, he should work harder. This is his hope, goal, and the road he will take in the future.

And to achieve this goal, he must achieve the realm of heavenly way and compete with Emperor Zun for the Lord of the God Realm…

He knows that it is a matter of competing for time.

He must catch up and surpass Emperor Zun before Emperor Zun completely understands the unity of the way, and become the Lord of the God Realm one step earlier.

This requires time, but…

He has a huge advantage, that is time.

The most lacking thing is time. The time ratio of one thousand to one in the space of the Qiankun Pot is his competitive advantage.

From his conversation with Fuxi, he can feel that the gods and people of the ascenders, headed by Fuxi Shenhuang, are preparing something, and this something, in Yang Yiyun’s view, is to wait for the opportunity to compete with the celestial race. The

first one in the competition group who can achieve the unity of the way and become the Lord of the God Realm comes out.

His appearance is the hope of the ascenders.

Otherwise, when the Emperor becomes the Lord of the God Realm, the Ascendant Clan will have no hope at all, and it is very likely that they will be exterminated by the Celestial Clan, or their path to promotion will be completely cut off.

From this point alone, he would not agree.

Therefore, for this Lord of the God Realm, whether it is the arrangement of the Qiankun God, or he is forced by the Emperor, or for Liu Lingling, he must work hard.

Although Fuxi and Yi Qianxing said that the gods and the Celestial Clan of the Ascendant Clan had an agreement that they could not help him, Yang Yiyu could actually feel that if it really came to the moment of his life and death, these people would naturally not sit idly by.

So he turned around and left, very straightforwardly. He

was depressed in his heart, but he actually had no complaints.

Regardless of the mission or the calculation, he would go on when he caught up.

Moreover, the unique Tao seed cultivation system in his body made him confident that his destiny could be controlled in his own hands after all.

He has his own ideas.

Holding the Dragon Slaying Sword or the Sword of the God of Time and Space, Yang Yiyu was more confident than the despair he had in Wudao Mountain. He said to himself, “No matter what you guys are planning, no matter what the emperor of the Celestial Race is, I will go out to explore the world with my sword~”

…

On the island, Yi Qianxing watched Yang Yiyu’s departing back and said to himself, “Little guy, I hope everything is well with you. All I can do is save my life. Our Ascending Race is not as glamorous as people say. All our hopes as old immortals rest on you…”

(End of this chapter)