Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique Chapter 808: 546: Ten Thousand Clan Competition! Heavenly Bo

Chapter 808: Chapter 546: Ten Thousand Clan Competition! Heavenly Bow Path!

In the Heart Sea that shone with golden light, the Heavenly Bow and the Shroud Fragnts lay silent under the suppression of the rit Scroll, as mundane objects, not daring to emit any hint of pollution.

Qin Zheng withdrew his attention, returning to the outside world, and directed his gaze towards the already broken Sealing Land.

At this ti, the Mountain and Sea Scroll unfurled like a celestial curtain, with its clear light and black light intertwined and hovering silently above the shattered Sealing Land.

Qin Zheng gently raised his hand with a wave, and the Mountain and Sea Scroll quickly folded up, shrank down to the size of a foot, and fell into his hand, as the surrounding white light dissipated.

Tu Yue and others waiting outside the Sealing Land imdiately rushed in upon its renewed manifestation, and then saw a scene of desolation resembling ruins, making their expression turn grave.

But upon seeing Qin Zheng standing in the void, their heavy spirits slightly relaxed.

A mont later, their gaze shifted, seeing the nine Creations Perfection affected by the Formation’s backlash, their pupils slightly shrank, and they all stepped forward offering various Immortal Elixirs to preserve the lives of the nine Creations Perfection.

After completing this step, the crowd’s eyes then turned to Qin Zheng, standing in the void, and one stepped out before Qin Zheng quickly saying: “Mr. Qin, this battle…”

“The Heavenly Emperor sealed here has been slain.”

Qin Zheng responded calmly, then his gaze flickered slightly, without concealing and continued: “However, this form was not his true body, and now I am unsure of the location of his true form.”

Upon hearing Qin Zheng’s first sentence, everyone’s spirits imdiately relaxed, but once the second sentence was heard, they imdiately tensed up again, their expressions turning grim.

“That guy isn’t the true form!”

The Creation Perfection of the Heavenly Origin Sect, at this mont, had an unpleasant expression, filled with shock in his tone.

A being equivalent to a Weak Other Shore, requiring the combined efforts of the Nine Transcendent Daoist Schools to barely seal, was not even the true form!

How powerful must the Heavenly Emperor’s true body be!

For a mont, everyone felt as if a rolling black cloud was pressing down upon them, causing even those present as Creation Perfections to feel suffocated.

Tu Yue forcibly maintained his composure at this mont, looking at Qin Zheng’s still calm deanor, his eyes flickering slightly, then he spoke: “Mr. Qin, do you know anything else?”

Qin Zheng stroked the Mountain and Sea Scroll in his hand.

After witnessing Dao Xuan’s power, the Heavenly Emperor, even having quietly proven the Other Shore, dared not expose his true form for a short ti, otherwise, he would face certain death.

After all, though Dao Xuan was left with only a thread of remnant soul, he was a Spirit Ancient-level supre entity, and the power of a remnant soul was enough to kill the Heavenly Emperor.

Yet, in the years to follow, the Heavenly Emperor will certainly employ various ans in secret to probe the limits and situations of Dao Xuan’s actions.

However, given my current situation, unless the Heavenly Emperor himself acts, or possesses Other Shore Power briefly like with his relic, boosted by the Shroud and Heavenly Bow.

Otherwise, existence below the Other Shore can no longer trouble .

Many thoughts passed in an instant.

Qin Zheng nodded slightly at the people in front of him, saying: “The Heavenly Emperor’s true body shouldn’t appear in the short term, but similar doppelgänger tactics won’t cease, this struggle hasn’t cald.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd’s hearts allowed a slight sigh of relief, yet remained uneasy.

After all, as Qin Zheng said, the Heavenly Emperor’s true body would not appear only for a short ti, not forever, and similar doppelgänger thods would continue appearing.

Qin Zheng casually stowed the Mountain and Sea Scroll, then looked at the people before him, and spoke again: “You all should reorganize your forces to deal with the crisis that may erupt at any ti.”

“I will return to the Pangu Great World, and if discovered, you may find here.”

Having said that, Qin Zheng turned around and disappeared in an instant under everyone’s gaze.

Though enhanced far beyond previous using the Divine Skills Dao Xuan provided, Qin Zheng this ti will surely face greater aftermath as well.

The last ti after using this feature, he was unconscious for more than a year, and this ti may yield unknown slumber; need urgently returning to a place ensuring his safety.

In the tumbling void, ti flows, not only are there ruins and desolation, but a touch of life now exists on the overturned Nine Heavens.

And deep within the Heavenly Court, in the gathering place of teorites, at this mont, a figure clad in Gold-Patterned Profound Robe stepped out, then waved his hand instantly unveiling the Formation.

Qin Zheng, sensing a slight sign of chaos in his aura, stepped into the center of the Taiching Arena imdiately after tearing open the Formation.

At the mont he entered the arena, Xuandu, originally seated in the Daoist Temple, instantly opened his eyes and rose vigorously, then stepped forward appearing in the void, grasping Qin Zheng.

“Rest assured.”

Xuandu spoke calmly.

Qin Zheng nodded gently, then instantly fell into slumber, while within his Inner Heaven and Earth, the Tao Heavenly Dew poured down like a torrential rain, healing his wounds.

And in Xuandu’s perception, Qin Zheng’s aura precipitously plumted, in an instant to the lowest, even showing signs of vanishing.

Xuandu’s expression grew grave, imdiately holding Qin Zheng, stepping forward through layers of void, arriving at the Alchemy Room within the ancient Daoist Temple.

The cover of the Purple Gold Furnace of Eight Trigrams automatically opened, Qin Zheng’s figure entered the Purple Gold Furnace, surrounded by elixirs that autonomously soared like streams, quickly pouring into the Purple Gold Furnace.