Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Ever since the Heavenly Eye Pupil was injected with the Xiantian True Qi produced by the Mixed Origin Arts, it could see the scene ten miles away. It was understandable, but it was much better than before. It could see through any obstacles. Some people who had changed their appearance had nowhere to hide, so the Heavenly Eye Pupil could see through them.    

    

Just now, he felt that Osmanthus Cake was a little strange, so he secretly used the Heavenly Eye Pupil. Unexpectedly, when the Heavenly Eye Pupil landed on the old man's body, a cloud of mist appeared in Feng Yimo's eyes, making it impossible for him to see the old man's true appearance. The old man's appearance in his eyes was blurry and erratic, causing him to be shocked. This meant that either the old man's cultivation was far higher than his, or he used some special secret technique to hide his true appearance, making it impossible for others to peek at him. This kind of person would not pretend to be an old man who was bullied for no reason.    

    

Moreover, after the old man left, Feng Yimo had already seen the imposing Grand Commander with the Heavenly Eye Pupil. That Grand Commander had been standing far away all this time, and did not stop everything. He only appeared when Liu Ruomei was about to be teased by Diao Yi. This meant that he had come prepared.    

    

Hence, Feng Yimo had always acted as a spectator and waited to see what would happen. The reason why he could recognize Grand Commander was because Grand Commander's cultivation level had reached the first level of the Void Refinement Realm. Such an expert would not watch the show for no reason.    

    

The fact that the Heavenly Eye Pupil could see through Grand Commander's cultivation base but could not see through the old man who sold the osmanthus cake could only mean that the old man was even more powerful. He had used some kind of secret technique to influence the Heavenly Eye Pupil.    

    

But now, Liu Ruomei only ate two pieces of Osmanthus Cake and broke through two small steps, further proving that the old man was not ordinary.    

    

Liu Ruomei was both surprised and happy. She felt that her entire body was filled with power. Then she ate the third osmanthus cake, but no more powerful spirit energy appeared, which made her somewhat disappointed.    

    

She looked at the remaining two pieces of osmanthus cake. She knew that even if she ate the remaining two osmanthus cakes, it would not have the miraculous effect of increasing her cultivation level.    

    

"Severed life, if you..." Liu Ruomei looked at the stiff Feng Yimo. Before she could finish her sentence, Feng Yimo knew what she wanted to say. "Thank you for your kind intentions, Miss. We should go back." He stuffed the remaining two osmanthus cakes into Liu Ruomei's hands and extended his hand, indicating for Liu Ruomei to leave first.    

    

Liu Ruomei held the magical Osmanthus Cake and sighed. What happened today was like a dream and she could not accept it.    

    

Back at Yunke Restaurant, Feng Yimo continued to cultivate the Mixed Origin Arts.    

    

...    

    

In the northern part of Xingyi City, in Lord Mansion, the handsome Ren Xingkong was sitting behind a large white jade table. He didn't even look at the piles of documents on the table. Instead, he was staring at a pile of tiny Spirit Crystals. Then, he picked up one of the Spirit Crystals and put it under his nose to smell it. It was as if he had smelled a refreshing fragrance.    

    

"She is beautiful and kind. She is also a rare Divine Ice Phoenix Body. She can help me cultivate. She is mine now!" Ren Xingkong narrowed his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes. He put down the Spirit Crystal and disappeared from where he was in a flash.    

    

After the meal, Liu Shengfei and Liu Yuanbi excitedly talked about hunting, causing Feng Yimo and Liu Ruomei to frown endlessly. They ate early and returned to their rooms to continue cultivating.    

    

Suddenly, Feng Yimo stopped cultivating the Mixed Origin Arts. He remembered something. Ever since his dantian was broken, his meridians were damaged, and his cultivation was crippled, he had always wanted to find the heaven defying pill to recover his cultivation, but he had never thought of restarting his cultivation. Previously, it was because his meridians were severely damaged and he could not cultivate, but now that his meridians had been repaired by Innate True Qi, why didn't he start cultivating again?    

    

If his cultivation was crippled, he could start anew. He could treat it as if he had never cultivated before. The Yin-yang Spell was the Dao of Life and Death, and now, it was equivalent to him dying in terms of cultivation. Why not start anew?    

    

Thinking of this, Feng Yimo was a little excited. He immediately adjusted his condition and started circulating the Yin-yang Spell.    

    

Hu!    

    

A strong wind blew in the room, and the dense spiritual energy in the surroundings surged and surged along the acupoints that had been opened up. If cultivation was a stream in the past, then now it was a great river, and its speed had increased by more than ten times! The most important thing was the devouring power. It could absorb the nearby spiritual energy without any scruples!    

    

The dried up and broken dantian injected a surge of pure spiritual energy, making Feng Yimo almost cry out in pain. However, this piercing pain only lasted for an instant. His mind buzzed and entered an ethereal state.    

    

It seemed that a long time had passed, but it also seemed to be very short. When Feng Yimo woke up, he found that a trace of spiritual energy had accumulated in his dantian. Although this spirit energy was pitifully small, it brought Feng Yimo a great surprise. He could actually start from scratch and cultivate again!    

    

According to his cultivation speed, he could reach the peak of Qi Refinement in a month, three months at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and in another year, he would be able to recover his Nascent Infant cultivation!    

    

However, he immediately stopped circulating the Yin-yang Spell and dispersed the spiritual energy. Because he was now a warrior, if people found out that he was a cultivator... Then there's only one end.    

    

No matter what, as long as he could cultivate the Yin-yang Spell and produce spiritual energy, Feng Yimo would have a new hope!    

    

Suppressing his ecstasy, the depression that had accumulated in his heart for a long time was swept away. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. 'The heavens won't kill me!'    

    

Currently, apart from completing the Martial Tao Slave competition, the most important thing was to find the Sumeru Bracelet and the Disordered Sky Tablet. En, the Nascent Fusion Art that Nangong Yim spoke of must be obtained. It could merge with Nascent Infant, and walk with the Little Reverie as a martial artist. When one's cultivation completely recovered, they would be able to take revenge for Nangong Yim.    

    

A warrior could not only represent the Hsingyi Mansion and obtain glory, but more importantly, he would not be noticed by the warriors and hide his edge. With the addition of his cultivation base, he would be able to use the Earth Changing Transfigure Technique to change his appearance, which would give him a double identity.    

    

"It would be great if the second clone was here. This way, I would be able to cultivate my second clone and become a warrior. I would be able to live a carefree life." Feng Yimo shook his head secretly and sighed. He washed up and went to sleep. Tomorrow, the fourth round of the competition would begin.    

    

The next day, a series of drums sounded in the arena. It was like a war of war. The sound shook the surroundings. It was grand and majestic. It made everyone's blood boil.    

    

The fourth round could be said to be a great wave sweeping across the sand. The remaining warriors were all elites among elites. Each of them had an imposing appearance and looked mighty and extraordinary.    

    

The twelve battle platforms were filled with blades and spears, and the palm wind and fist shadows shuttled back and forth. In order to enter the fifth round of the competition, everyone took out their trump cards and wished that they could kill their opponents all at once.    

    

Feng Yimo looked at the martial artists fighting on the stage happily. He secretly observed them with Heavenly Eye Pupils. He could clearly see the martial arts that they had used in the battle.    

    

Suddenly, Feng Yimo thought of Celestial Strategy Books. If he used Heavenly Eye Pupils to activate the Celestial Strategy Books, what kind of effect would it have? Celestial Strategy Books could see through the secrets of heaven. They should also be able to see through people's hearts. They might be able to see through their martial arts heart techniques from the martial artists' hearts.    

    

Thinking of this, Feng Yimo silently chanted the Celestial Strategy Book in his mind and merged it into the Heavenly Eye Pupil.    

    

The Tao Rhyme Patterns in his eyes rippled, and the Heavenly Plan was injected into it. An invisible and strange feeling surged into Feng Yimo's mind. He could actually really feel the thoughts of a martial artist in the recent arena.