Stealing The Heavens 858 Severely Wounded by A Bolt of Lightning

Wu Qi snorted coldly. Heaven Refining Cauldron turned into a blaze of fire and branded onto his forehead, leaving behind a faint mark of a round purple cauldron between his eyebrows. Then, he briefly exercised his body. A series of crisp popping sound could be heard coming out of his joints as he extended his arms to the left and right. An invisible stream of energy wound round him spread out in all directions, enveloping the entire spirit cave in a flash.

Then there came long cries from all over the cave. Suddenly the cultivation bases of the soldiers and Oracles undergoing training were elevated by three to five tiers. The stream of energy was actually the heterogeneous energy Wu Qi had extracted out from his body. It was useless to him, but to other cultivators, it was equivalent to a supreme-grade spirit pill with a miraculous power to instantly turn a mortal into an immortal. 

Even those almighty experts who had stepped into the realm of Primordial, such as Princess Zhang Le, felt a warmth washed over them. A vast force brought an immense amount of energy into their bodies and quickly circulated forty-nine times in them, before turning into a stream of pure energy and fused with their entire bodies. It was hard for them to believe, but their magic power had just been elevated a tier by the energy Wu Qi had discarded.

Light flashed and flickered, and a long cry erupted into the cave ceiling. A plume of fire soared up from the princess's crown, in which an avatar of the God of Fire shrouded in purple flame slowly taking its shape. Far off, the emperor of Great Chu, Qu Ping, uttered a long howl as well, as three clouds of black smoke rushed out from the top of his head, in which three avatars who looked exactly like him, except their ancient garbs, gradually making their appearances.

They were the God of Mountain, the God of Rain, and the God of Water. Qu Ping was cultivating the divine arts from the Yin Ghost Divine Dao's natural branch. The three avatars he had manifested were the Gods of Nature, who had the miraculous power to control mountains, rain, and rivers. With them, so long as he set foot on places with mountains, rain, and water, he could attack and kill his enemies with the force of nature, and never had to worry that his magic power would run out.

The emperors and courtiers of the six states had all received great benefits. One after another, they let out roars of joy and bowed their heads in the direction of Wu Qi.

The bow had let them all clearly saw the current Wu Qi at the same time, and they could not help but stare at him in shock. A purplish mist hung in the air around him; whenever he made a movement, the void next to him churned like porridge, blurring his figure. Every movement of his was so natural, as if all human should have been, and every trace of his hair fluttering in the air had a fascinating charm which could make one completely absorbed in it.

They were stunned. Although they had just bowed their heads to express their gratitude, they all cupped their fists and bowed once more at Wu Qi, regardless of their status and age. But this time, they were not bowing to him, but to the charm he had exhibited, the 'Dao'!

They were paying their respects to the Heavenly Dao, not Wu Qi!

With a soft clap of his hands, eighteen Blood-draining Celestial Fiends turned into shadows and flew back into his body through the top of his head. Over the years, he had been cultivating hard in Heaven Refining Cauldron, but these clones of his did not slack in their cultivation. Now, although they were not as strong as him, they had all smoothly stepped into the sixth-tier of the Primordial realm. That made them almighty experts who could occupy a place of their own in the universe.

"Some ignorant junior is looking for trouble," said Wu Qi. "I'll go out and have a look now. You can carry on with your training. It's nothing you need to worry about." Smiling, he cupped his fist at the crowd and then drifted away to the cave's exit. His character had not changed much after remembering the memories of his previous incarnation, but whenever he was addressing someone else, he always liked to call them 'juniors'.

Wu Qi was not old. He was not even ten thousand years old, if the time he spent in Dark Yin Celestial Tower was included. He was still a junior himself. But when his previous incarnation was taken into consideration, his seniority allowed him to take advantage of others. After all, Lord Yuan Ling was a figure who existed in the same era as Pangu. No matter it was those from the Heaven or the Buddhism League, Great Yu's Human Emperor, or even Xuanyuan and the few other Sacred Emperors, who could outrank him in term of seniority?

He laughed and drifted out of the cave, feeling a strange sensation that nothing seemed to be in his body, but at the same time, it seemed to be full to the brim. When he reached the surface, he flew straight up into the air from the mansion, and landed lightly atop the south city gate, where Lord Bowang was hung in an iron cage.

Although several thousand years had passed in the cave, it was only five months in the outside world. At the south city gate, hundreds of arms, legs, and colorful inner organs were placed along the foot of the walls that stretched out from both sides. These nasty-looking things were taken from Lord Bowang's body over the past few months. They made an eerie scene, piling so neatly under the walls. The people in the city had rarely walked here in the last two months.

Huang Liang and some other military officers of Dong Hai were standing guard atop the wall with a group of soldiers. When he saw Wu Qi, he heaved a sigh of relief. He went up to Wu Qi, lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, that punk has a vile tongue. His abuses are all targeted at your ancestors. Those words are evil, and I dared not to repeat them."

Wu Qi snorted, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked out the city at a small battle array a few miles away.

Three hundred heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals in silver armors clustered around a handsome youth, who was clad in a qilin ring mail with a colorful silk robe streaming down his shoulders, riding on a colorful deer. He looked fourteen or fifteen years old. In his hands he held a pair of twelve-sections, purple-gold Chinese sword breaker. Whenever they moved, they emitted shafts of light that were too bright to look at. They were two supreme-grade Gold Immortal artifacts.

Wu Qi was shocked when he glanced at the pair of weapons with his Chaotic Divine Eyes. It did not surprise him to see the Third Prince of Heaven to have a pair of supreme-grade Gold Immortal artifacts. Without them, he would be too shabbily equipped. What amazed him was the man who crafted the weapons. There were only twelve simple runes carved on each sword breaker, but each rune came with a power that could move the mountains and topple the seas. Any common immortals touched by them would be killed instantly. They were so powerful.

At the moment, the prince was pointing at the top of the city wall with one of his sword breakers and shouting. "You despicable people! How could you torture my brother with such evil means? Release him now! If not, I'll turn all your civilians into ashes with my weapons!"

He paused for a brief while, then suddenly cried out again, "And your treacherous, sneaky King Dong Hai! He is one bastard raised by sows and bitches! How dare he to steal my brother's lover and insult my brother?! I want him to come out now and face his death!"

Wu Qi twitched his mouth. Although this youth was the Heaven's third prince, his cultivation base was only at the level of a second-tier Heaven Immortal. Nevertheless, he was accompanied by a few experts. Among the soldiers and generals behind him, there was an eighth-tier Primordial Immortal. Wu Qi could tell that he was a body cultivator who cultivated both the techniques of Dao League and Buddhist League. Judging by the faint aura he emanated, if Wu Qi had not cultivated Heaven Refining Grand Magic, and if their cultivation level and magic power were on par, Wu Qi was not his match.

Clearing his throat, Wu Qi called out, "Third Prince, I'm King of Dong Hai, Wu Qi!" With his current cultivation base, Wu Qi was unconcerned about name or title. He announced his real name openly.

The prince's eyebrows arched as he pointed at Wu Qi and scolded, "So you are that lowborn bastard? Release my brother now and hand over the beauty he has taken a fancy to! Otherwise, all the living things in your Dong Hai will be pulverized today!"

Wu Qi gave the prince a deep look, whose cultivation base was so weak but spoke in such a haughty tone. Then, he looked up into the sky. With his current cultivation base, he could look through the Thirty-three Heavens into the Nine Heavens with just a glance. If he wanted, he could clearly see everything in the entire universe, be it a gust of wind or a blade of grass. But what puzzled he was that, there were no experts hiding in the sky, and in front of the South Gate of the Thirty-three Heavens, there were only a few heavenly generals patrolling lazily. He did not find an army hiding in ambush.

For a moment he was lost. He stamped heavily on the few iron chains wound around the parapet, making the iron cage and its prisoner swayed back and forth. "Lord Bowang, is this Third Prince your father's trueborn son?" he asked coldly. "With his cultivation base of a second-tier Heaven Immortal, what gives him the courage to challenge Dong Hai to battle?"

Lord Bowang was so badly tortured that his soul had almost disintegrated. He shuddered, and then cried out in a shrill voice, "Don't beat me! Don't beat me! Lord Boyang is truly my blood brother, it's just that he was born with an incomplete soul, which caused him to be slow in cultivating and only has the cultivation base of a second-tier Heaven Immortal now! Still, he is my blood brother, the last son my father and mother have besides me! We are very close!"

Wu Qi understood now. The Great Celestial Emperor of Heaven had a queen and countless consorts, therefore he had many sons. Lord Bowang was the first son the queen had given birth to, so he was made the Heaven's crown prince. Lord Boyang, on the other hand, was the queen's second son, Lord Bowang's blood brother. But why was the Great Celestial Emperor's son born with an incomplete soul? This was too strange.

He sunk in thoughts and did not say a word. Seeing Wu Qi paid him no heed, Lord Boyang flared. He kicked the deer with his heels and snapped, "Ignorant bastard! Face your death now!"

The deer leaped into the air, charging straight toward the top of the city wall in a beam of bright light, while Lord Boyang raised his sword breakers and swung them down at Wu Qi's head.

As soon as the sword breakers were thrust, the void over Wu Qi crumbled and collapsed with a boom. Space and time turned into a complete mash, and an invisible force came over him, trying to imprison his body. The force was extremely strong. If trapped by it, even Primordial Immortals with slightly weaker foundations would suffer, not to mention common Gold Immortals.

The person who crafted this pair of sword breakers were truly amazing. It was a skill only a grandmaster could have possessed, to make a Gold Immortal artifact unleashing the offensive strength not weaker than that of a ninth-grade Primordial artifact.

But to Wu Qi, such an attack was nothing.

He did not even bother to attack. He just raised his head and gave the incoming sword breakers a glance. At the glance, Lord Boyang's arms shook and his wrists broken at the same time. The sword breakers spun up into the sky, flying toward somewhere unknown.

The prince shrieked, produced a white cloud and sped into the distance. Wu Qi gave a cold snort and pointed a finger out. A wisp of Primal Purple Energy attracted the heavenly thunder, which slithered down onto Lord Boyang's head in a bolt of lightning that was as thick as a water bucket. The bolt of lightning had triggered the Law of Heaven and Earth, making it as powerful as the Heavenly Tribulation of a ninth-tier Primordial Immortal. With his cultivation base of a second-tier Heaven Immortal, there was no way Lord Boyang could stand up against it.

Suddenly, the eighth-tier Primordial Immortal hiding behind the prince leaped up into the air, thrusting his fist at the bolt of lighting. As his fist went up to meet the lightning, he grinned coldly and snapped, "You're truly bold, King of Dong Hai! How dare you—"

Before he could finish his words, a deafening rumble rang out as the bolt of lightning struck him.

Countless electric snakes darted out in all directions. The heavenly generals howled in agony; half of his body was smashed to mash by the lightning. In a hurry, he managed to grab Lord Boyang, whose face pale with fright, and fled into the sky. He was so panicked that he ignored all the rest of the soldiers and generals.

Wu Qi smiled, looking at the fleeing general. Then, he flicked his sleeve, turned and left the wall. He did not bother to chase them.A Chinese sword breaker is sometimes referred as a mace. It is built around a long, heavy rod of square cross-section with a groove on each facet, tapering gradually into a dull point.

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