Alchemy Emperor Of The Divine Dao Chapter 4229: Old Black is Wounded

Chapter 4229: Old Black is Wounded

Towards Ling Han, this disciple of his, the Nine Mountains Venerate felt both admiration and gratitude.

Actually, there were quite a few disciples that garnered his admiration. It was fine as long as their natural talent was good, but Ling Han wasn’t only one-sided asking for favors from him. He was also helping him back. For example, the special crystal he had obtained at the Blood Sea contained a sliver of the Dao of a Great Emperor.

Ling Han gave it to him without the slightest hesitation. Though it did not help him advance into Saint Tier, it allowed him to rush up from Seven Star Venerate Tier to Nine Stars in a single go.

And now, it was an Imperial Scroll!

Imperial Scroll, what kind of concept was that?

Whoever possessed the Imperial Scroll would be able to create a Pseudo Imperial Clan. Compared to the true Imperial Clan, they were only lacking an Imperial Weapon.

However, given enough time, Ling Han might be able to find the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor’s Imperial Weapon. As long as he cultivated the Imperial Scroll, what need would he have to worry about not being able to grasp the corresponding Imperial Weapon?

However, it was also this precious Imperial Scroll that Ling Han had given it to him without hesitation. He had even traveled millions and millions of kilometers, taking the risk of being discovered by the Imperial Clans.

How could the Nine Mountains Venerable not be touched?

If it could be said that he had previously purely admired Ling Han’s natural talent, then now, the relationship between the two of them was a little like Master and disciple, father and son. "Good child!" The Nine Mountains Venerate didn’t say anything to express his gratitude. He simply patted Ling Han’s shoulder and said this.

Ling Han only smiled, and immediately moved to leave.

He didn’t have the Nine Mountains Venerate send him off. Perhaps the elites of the Imperial Clans were monitoring the old man, and this would expose his whereabouts.

Thus, another two months later, Ling Han finally returned to Stainless Planet.

On the Galaxy Network, discussions about him and Ding Shu were extremely heated.

The two Buddha Sons were too awesome!

The Imperial Son, Shi Yuanzhen, was instantly defeated. Even after burning Imperial Blood, he was no match. What did this mean?

This generationof Imperial Sons had already been trampled under the feet of Ling Han and Ding Shu. If one wanted to stand against them at the same cultivation level, the only one who could do so would have to be the Golden Generation.

"No, no, no. You guys are exaggerating too much about Shi Xinming and Shi Tianyun’s strength. They are indeed strong, but they are definitely no match for the Golden Generation.’

"That’s right. Putting aside the fact that there is no absolute fairness in the cultivation world, with a gap of two major tiers, it is possible that they would never be able to catch up to the Golden Generation in terms of cultivation level in this lifetime. Against them, the only result would be death."

"That’s right. It’s extremely likely that when they have just advanced into Saint Tier, the competition among the Golden Generation geniuses would already be concluded, and a new Emperor would already be born."

"Although natural talent is important on the path to becoming Emperor, it’s the same for time. There’s almost a hundred years between them. Just what kind of colossal gap is this?"

"Hehe, to say nothing of the Golden Generation, they should first sweep aside the Silver Generation first."

"Haha!"

However, there were also a great many people who were not optimistic about Ling Han and Ding Shu, and thought that with the Golden Generation having long since achieved Sect Master-level, and even those weaker members were Spirit Transformation Tier, that was why Ling Han and Ding Shu seemed invincible.

There was a voice now, and that was hoping that some Imperial Son of the Silver Generation could make a move, and test out the strength of Ling Han and Ding Shu. Who knows, he might be able to burst the bubble with a single poke.

It could not be helped. Though Ling Han and Ding Shu were also Buddha Sons, they were not from the Buddhist Land. In the hearts of the world, the impression that the Imperial Son was invincible among his peers was unbreakable.

Ling Han was completely unconcerned. He merely focused on increasing his own cultivation level. On one hand, he was stimulating more clay fetuses to advance towards the level of stone fetus, and on the other, he was cultivating Body Art at the same time, trying to complete the True Self Tier chapter of the Heavenly Dragon Emperor Technique as soon as possible.

Large events happened all the time in the universe. There were awesome rookies that appeared out of nowhere, and there were also prodigies that had been renowned for a long time that died dejectedly. This was a tumultuous era, and the opening of the True Dragon Abyss was even more proof that heaven and earth were already prepared to welcome a new Emperor.

Only one Ancestral King could appear in each era, and this Ancestral King would rule over the entire universe for an incredibly long time. Thus, for all the prodigies, this was the only chance they would have in this lifetime.

In other words, this was the worst era, and also the best era.

Half a year’s time passed in the blink of an eye. Ling Han had only formed a new Stone Fetus, and this was under the condition that the Buddhist Race had supplied him with an ocean of resources. If he relied on himself alone, the time would be extended tenfold.

The higher one’s cultivation level, the more difficult it was to advance. This was an ironclad rule.

Even if he was the Buddha Son, and all the resources were freely supplied to him, the Buddhist Race still had to have so many cultivation resources that could bear his expense.

It had already been a month since Ling Han had received any more cultivation resources. It wasn’t that the Buddhist Race had turned hostile against him, but that they had depleted all of their cultivation resources.

Did he really think that natural treasures could be found anywhere?

The Buddhist Race of the West Heavenly Realm had their own Herb Planet, but there was still four years until the earliest batch of Celestial medicines could be harvested. In the short term, he could not depend on this.

Ling Han looked at the ocean of Dao Stones in his Spatial Tool, and couldn’t help but have the thought of going out to play.

Wasn’t it a great waste not to use such a large number of Dao Stones?

He wasn’t a miser. Moreover, he could only obtain more Dao Stones if his strength improved. This was a very simple logic.

He left quietly. In any case, his formation skills was already at Great Accomplishment level, so it was too easy for him to go to other planets. Then, he would buy the connecting device, connect it to the Galaxy Network, and begin his search.

Were there any large-scale auctions? Were there any Saint-level historical sites that had

opened?

However, the universe seemed to have become peaceful all of a sudden. There was actually no major event, which made Ling Han feel gloomy.

After roaming around for a few days, Ling Han returned to the Stainless Planet.

"Little Han, come fight me!" The little azure dragon ran over to ask for a beating again.

He was now cultivating the Imperial Scroll, and thought that he was in no way inferior to Ling Han in any aspect. Thus, he would frequently come to spar with Ling Han, determined to clear his name as the legitimate son of the True Dragon - invincible!

Unfortunately, faced with Ling Han, he was really at a disadvantage in all aspects. Even in the Body Arts domain that he was most proficient in, Ling Han was still slightly stronger than him, what more in other areas.

Peng, peng, peng! After fighting for a while, the little azure dragon collapsed onto the

ground.

It was a complete defeat!

"Why? Why? Why?" The little azure dragon began to doubt himself. He was clearly the

legitimate son of the True Dragon, which could be said that he simultaneously cultivated two Imperial Scrolls, so his battle prowess should be invincible in this world.

Why couldn’t he defeat Ling Han?

Ling Han patted his shoulder, and said, "It’s fine. You have a lot of time. Think about it

slowly."

The little azure dragon immediately gave him the middle finger.

En, being able to make such a move meant that the blow he had suffered was not too heavy. Next time, he could torture him even harder.

The two of them came back from the wilderness, and had not even entered the main doors of the Divine Temple, when they saw a young man dressed in a white monk’s robe sitting cross-

legged at the foot of the steps. He had a bald head, which shone brightly.

"You guys have finally returned!" A voice rang out, filled with hatred.

Yi, this person was?

Peng!

Before Ling Han and the little azure dragon could speak, a figure flew over and crashed

heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Old Blackie!"

Ling Han and the little azure dragon called out at the same time. What had been thrown out

was the large black dog. The human figure that he had taken form in was covered in blood, and

it was obvious that he had been severely injured. He was currently in a coma.

Ling Han and the little azure dragon were instantly enraged.