Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Yi Chen sighed softly, as if he was shearing wool, his hands constantly stroking the Demon's Relic.

This damned thing absorbed the Deep Red Points at a faster pace in the first six hours after he acquired it, but now, it had become increasingly slow, managing to absorb only about ten thousand per day.

If he pushed it harder, he could scrape together twenty thousand, but that was about it.

Of course, the good news was that according to Yi Chen's estimation, given the rate at which the Demon's Relic was dissolving and fading, it should contain about three million Deep Red Points; so far, he had only mined one-fifth of this rich deposit.

"Now, the Buddhist sects of Central Continent are probably scouring the world for this Taoist."

"Well, I've been fighting and killing for so long; might as well return to the Eastern Continent to lie low for a bit."

"For the sake of getting Ying Si to cooperate and pressure the Buddhist forces, I promised to train Great Qin's tiger guards for six months. I might as well get that done once I'm back."

Once he made up his mind, Yi Chen slowly closed his eyes.

Now that he had the Demon's Relic in his possession, he did not want to take any risks. Everything would have to wait until he completely broke through the twentieth level of True Technique.

He had a premonition that once he made this breakthrough, he would certainly touch the realm of the Break-Limit True Monarch. By then, even if the Buddhist sects lacked martial decency, he, Yi Chengzi, would possess the strength to fight.

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Time, like a wild donkey, once it started running, it did not stop.

Soon, a month had passed since Yi Chen had destroyed Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. After a journey full of close calls but no real dangers, and passing through numerous checkpoints, he finally returned to the Eastern Continent.

Sea Dragon City.

On a vast plain, tens of thousands of robust men were shouting and swinging their fists with their upper bodies bare, their bronze muscles reflecting the sun's rays with a glaring sheen, exuding a formidable presence.

On a high platform in the distance.

A burly Daoist sat on a black throne with one leg resting on the seat and the other hand on his leg, tossing a peculiar black crystal stone in his hand.

In the Daoist's other hand, three golden iron balls continuously circled.

Bai Shishi, in a black robe, held a long sword and watched the scene before her with a cold gaze.

"Hidden Dragon Taoist, these are the tiger guards that I've been training for His Majesty to practice the Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth. What do you think?"

A three-meter-tall armored warrior approached Yi Chen and proudly introduced the scene, his eyes hiding a touch of arrogance.

Before Yi Chen's arrival, this group of strong men was trained by this warrior.

The cultivation world never lacks eccentrics. The warrior's name was Qilian Bai, born with a body as tough as steel, not only possessing divine power but also an excellent aptitude for cultivation. However, he yearned for the martial path and achieved deep understanding in martial arts, which is why Emperor Qin Ying Si sent him to teach these men the "Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth".

"What do I think? Heh, I don't think much of it! It's grandiose without substance, flashy but worthless!" Yi Chen leaned back in his chair, speaking indifferently and looking completely disinterested.

"You... Hidden Dragon Taoist, I, Qilian, have cultivated the Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth to a near divine level..."

While watching the big man try to argue, Yi Chen glanced slightly in his direction.

Suddenly, Qilian Bai felt as if he were being watched by a will as vast as heaven and earth, and that dread-inducing gaze made his body tremble slightly.

In his sight, he perceived Yi Chen's figure growing infinitely tall, filling the heavens and earth, occupying his entire soul.

"Qilian, you have exceptional talent and a body of steel, but it's a pity that your good qualifications have also limited you. In my view, you have already strayed off the correct path."

"You, a second-rate practitioner, would only lead a bunch of promising youngsters astray."

"Since I'm here, I will take over. Rest assured and leave; I don't like others meddling while I work."

Qilian Bai's eyes were shocked, yet he still clenched his teeth and said, "Hidden Dragon Taoist, may I ask if this is the highest realm of the Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth, 'Self-Exaltation'?

"A realm that allows one to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the top Qi Refinement Realm cultivators with its formidable martial prowess?"

"Ha-ha, guess, Qilian! All you need to know is that the version of the Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth you are practicing was compiled by me and His Majesty," Yi Chen said, his lips curving into a peculiar smile.

"Qilian, your talent is not in the martial path. Why trouble yourself seeking far and wide? Step down."

Watching the armored warrior walk away in low spirits, Yi Chen shook his head with a smile.

No one knew that at that moment, he was on the path to comprehending the tenth spear move, relying on his astonishing wisdom and the many experts of the Pure Yang Flame Prison, making progress halfway through.

This move was derived from the deeply concealed catastrophic intent within Ying Si's Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth.

In no more than two more months, he would be able to advance the Pure Yang Lianji True Method to the twentieth layer and create the tenth move.

In the future, to those who witness his World-Shaking Pure Yang and do not bow, he would impart the catastrophic move.

"Stop all of you!"

"Your Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth has already gone astray."

"'Self-Exaltation' does not mean who can shout the loudest. The essence of spirit, energy, and mind doesn't rest in the word 'honor' but in the word 'self'."

"Do you understand your own body? Your own heart?"

"When body, heart, spirit, and intention are united, the true self is revealed!"

"Bring ten condemned prisoners, I'll dissect a human body to give you a rudimentary understanding of the divine repositories within."

As Yi Chen's words fell, an aide-de-camp in vermillion robes approached him hastily with a troubled look, saying, "My lord, we have not prepared any condemned prisoners. If you allow, we can arrange to bring some from Sea Dragon City tomorrow."