Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1182: Resurrection of the Wills of the Myriad Heavens

"You lost!"

"You’ve reached your limit!"

Not far away, the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe stood, his massive body covered in deep and shallow knife wounds, but none were fatal, just making him look a bit disheveled.

He coldly stared at Zhang Liao, as if looking at a dead man.

Ant.

It’s time to end.

"Is that so?"

"Who said the limit can’t be broken?"

Zhang Liao grinned, spitting out a mouthful of bloody water, wrapped around a few teeth.

Then, he suddenly withdrew his momentum.

Following that, he exploded with an even stronger power, not a breakthrough of realm, but an enhancement from the principles of Dao.

After undergoing a battle of life and death, he successfully broke through to the Hongmeng Dao Principle of the mastering realm.

Corresponding to the power of the Dao Saint.

"What?"

The Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe was shocked, crying out in horror, his scalp tingling.

The power of the Hongmeng Dao Principle in the mastering realm!

How could this be possible?

Looking across the entire Ancient Fierce Mountains, no, even the entire peripheral world of Chaos, there was no creature that could comprehend the power of the Hongmeng Dao Principle in the mastering realm.

And now.

Not only did Zhang Liao comprehend the power of the Hongmeng Dao Principle in the mastering realm, most crucially, he was merely an Immortal Martial Artist.

"Damn!"

"You actually used the Clan Leader as a sparring partner!"

Immediately, the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe reacted, his expression extremely gloomy, almost spitting out old blood.

Dear Heavens!

Is there no justice anymore?

Why was Zhang Liao able to break through in battle, while he gained nothing but injuries?

"Fight again!"

Zhang Liao shouted loudly, his battle intent like a flood, transforming into blazing flames, burning the voidness.

With one step forward.

He raised the sickle blade again, same as before, but the force erupted was worlds apart.

Bang!

A flash of knife light, and the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe was knocked flying, blood stained across the sky, crashing to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Huff huff..."

Zhang Liao panted heavily, walking step by step towards the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe.

Each step he took left a bloody footprint in the void, as if branded in time, never fading.

That was solidified battle intent!

That was the will of an invincible general!

"It’s over!"

"The middle-tier Chaos mine of the Chaos Bull Tribe, I shall claim it!"

Zhang Liao arrived before the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe, speaking coldly with murderous intent.

His voice wasn’t loud.

Yet it carried an imposing aura that was terrifying to hear.

And a fierce courage that made people’s hearts tremble!

Finally.

In the fearful eyes of the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe, Zhang Liao slowly plunged the sickle blade into the latter’s skull, extinguishing all life.

The sky darkened, a rain of blood began to fall.

Signifying that there would be one less king at the Ancient Fierce Mountains from now on.

"Order to march against the Chaos Bull Tribe!"

Chopping off the head of the Clan Leader of the Chaos Bull Tribe, Zhang Liao raised it high, commanding with a fierce expression.

"As you command!"

In the mountains, the Qin soldiers bathed in a murderous aura, vigorously waved their weapons, and replied loudly.

Their gazes towards Zhang Liao were filled with respect and admiration.

They knew.

This was a peerless commander.

To follow Zhang Liao was a lifetime honor and a chance to become part of the Qin Dynasty elite army.

One day later.

In the sacred meridian of the Bull Tribe.

Countless corpses of the Chaos Bull Tribe members lay in pools of blood, with a bloodthirsty atmosphere reaching the heavens, piling up at the skies of the Ancient Fierce Mountains, never dissipating.

And in this great battle, all strong clans of the Ancient Fierce Mountains unusually kept silent, not sending troops to intervene.

At this moment, they were all doing one thing, which was to investigate the origin of Zhang Liao and others.

Without clear investigation, they would not make a move.

No one wanted to be the one sticking their neck out.

And this period just allowed Zhang Liao to firmly establish his foothold in the Ancient Fierce Mountains.

In the subsequent time, Zhang Liao and Zheng He subdued some weaker tribes, no longer expanding externally, as the resources from the Chaos Bull Tribe and Dark Leopard Clan were sufficient for their use.

Time passed quickly.

Several years went by.

Zheng He made multiple trips to the peripheral world of Chaos across the myriad realms, establishing several routes, transporting vast resources to the Qin Dynasty.

Acquiring the resources from the peripheral world of Chaos, the strength of the Qin Dynasty began to rapidly grow.

...

Deep within the myriad realms.

In a mysterious place, there was a world unknown to any creatures.

Countless strands of the origin qi of the myriad realms floated in the world, transforming into various shapes, containing extremely terrifying power, even for Dao Saint strongmen, absorbing it would be greatly beneficial.

At the center of the world, there was a mysterious sphere, radiating fluorescences, revealing various powers of the Great Dao, such as the Dao of Life, Dao of Soul, Dao of Creation...

Wait!

Inside the sphere, seven souls hovered.

Among them, one soul was releasing a torrential pull, continuously devouring the surrounding origin qi of the myriad realms.

Gradually, this soul power turned humanoid, birthing life.

This person was the Will of the Myriad Realms.

Several years later.

"Am I... resurrected?"

The Will of the Myriad Realms slowly opened his eyes, a hint of fear and murderous intent flashing through them, evidently his memory still lingered on the moment he was killed by the Twelve Gold Men.

After a while, the Will of the Myriad Realms calmed down, and began to observe his surroundings.

Upon seeing countless strands of origin qi from the myriad realms, a trace of excitement and greed flickered in his eyes, if he could absorb them all, his strength would increase explosively.

Just as he was about to devour the origin qi of the myriad realms, a ripple in the void, emerged a figure clad in a purple robe, with a blurred face.

"Who are you?"

The Will of the Myriad Realms immediately became alert, asking in a deep voice.

"In terms of seniority, you should call me Master!"

The purple-robed figure said calmly.

"Master!"

The Will of the Myriad Realms was taken aback, quickly reacting, sweat streaming down his forehead, hurriedly kneeling to pay respect: "The Will of the Myriad Realms welcomes Master!"

In the myriad realms.

Only one was referred to as the Master of All Saints!

"Rise!"

The purple-robed figure gestured, releasing a gentle force, lifting the Will of the Myriad Realms and said: "The origin qi of the myriad realms is the foundation for your Senior Brother’s proving of Dao, don’t harbor greed!"

The Will of the Myriad Realms showed hesitation.

Such an immense opportunity!

The purple-robed figure’s expression grew cold, saying sternly: "If you don’t heed my words, it’s fine, the Human Emperor’s Seal is about to disappear!"

With these words, the Will of the Myriad Realms shuddered, quickly promising: "I dare not! Disciples will certainly abide by Master’s decree!"

Afterward, he curiously asked: "Master, how long until the Human Emperor’s Seal dissipates?"

The purple-robed figure replied indifferently: "Less than two hundred years!"

Two hundred years!

"Congratulations, Master!"

The Will of the Myriad Realms said with a smile.

"During this time, you must find every way to kill Qin Wudao!"

The purple-robed figure spoke.

When mentioning Qin Wudao, a trace of fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the development speed of the Qin Dynasty was too rapid, two hundred years though not long, could change many things.

If Qin Wudao wasn’t killed, he felt uneasy.

"But Master, I can’t defeat the Qin Dynasty right now!"

The Will of the Myriad Realms smiled bitterly, speaking despondently.

Having died once, his current strength was even weaker, and thinking of the fearsome Twelve Gold Men, he felt uneasy.

"Rest assured, I’m not asking you to attack!"

The purple-robed figure pointed a finger, shooting a stream of light into the brain of the Will of the Myriad Realms and said coldly: "This is the route map to the Mechanical Civilization and Divine Civilization, their strength is considerable, capable of destroying the Qin Dynasty..."

After saying this, the purple-robed figure’s body dimmed, turning into countless light spots, vanishing.

This was merely a projection of him, with little power.

Unable to last long either.