Just as Lan Xiaobu was still reeling from the shock of the golden scroll of the Dao, the slaughter charm deep within the Cosmic Mill suddenly formed a terrifying grinding disc of annihilation at an astonishing speed, this massive disc didn’t even need to pull Lan Xiaobu in, because Lan Xiaobu, who was refining the Cosmic Mill, was already right in its centre.
A breath of death surged forth, Lan Xiaobu’s expression changed, before the massive disc could fully crush and grind him to pieces, the Longevity Charm surrounding him was swiftly torn apart, his formidable Longevity Domain became a joke, melting away before the disc, things were bad, Lan Xiaobu could no longer afford to care about anything else, his hands unleashed endless principles, followed by a slashing principle that tore through the heavens, the void split apart under this slashing principle, space instantly descending into chaos.
The Great Severance Technique!
Crack! The massive disc formed by the Cosmic Mill was torn open with a gap by Lan Xiaobu’s Great Severance Technique, Lan Xiaobu quickly rushed out through that gap, but the disc, as if possessing a will of its own, reformed once more, attempting again to crush Lan Xiaobu in its centre and grind him into nothingness.
Lan Xiaobu’s mind trembled, it wasn’t a destruction technique, yet it carried a nirvana-like aura more terrifying than the Great Destruction Technique, it was as if, Lan Xiaobu thought, it resembled the nirvana of a planet under a cosmic tribulation, he hadn’t witnessed a world-ending tribulation, but he had encountered the destructive charm left behind by one, within the massive disc unleashed by the Cosmic Mill, that heaven-shattering, earth-destroying nirvana charm bore some similarity to the destruction of a world-ending tribulation.
Without hesitation, Lan Xiaobu unleashed another Great Severance Technique, tearing apart the newly formed disc, at the same time, his divine sense slammed into the Cosmic Mill, following through to rip open its second restriction.
At this moment, Lan Xiaobu understood better than anyone that this was a race against time between him and the Cosmic Mill, if he couldn’t destroy and refine its restrictions in time to make it his own, he would become nothing more than residue beneath the Mill’s massive disc.
Boom, boom, boom! Crack, crack, crack!
One Great Severance Technique after another was unleashed by Lan Xiaobu, even though each strike was diminished by ninety percent by the principles of the disc formed by the Cosmic Mill, the remaining ten percent that struck the ground still felt like a cosmic tribulation descending, causing the mountains and rivers of this realm to collapse, rivers to surge chaotically.
Under the terror of this Great Severance Technique, the Swirling Origin Dao Sect was reduced to ruins, shattered into deep ravines, Zhuo Xuantian could only lead his sect members far away from the Swirling Origin Dao Sect, staying under such terrifying tearing and slashing was tantamount to seeking death.
“The Great Severance Technique, it’s actually the Great Severance Technique,” in the distance, Bai Shengba and Pi Zuling turned pale, they were the only two Ninth-Turn Saints left on the Great Void Star.
They hadn’t expected Lan Xiaobu to possess such a fearsome heaven-splitting divine ability, with a technique like the Great Severance Technique, not to mention their own sects, even the Great Plate Dao Sect and Ganxu Holy Dao probably couldn’t withstand a few strikes, no, even the Great Void Star itself, under such a technique, would ultimately collapse, what planetary array could possibly block this Great Severance divine ability?
Immediately, both of them revealed extreme worry, under this Great Severance Technique, could the Great Void Star hold out? If Lan Xiaobu kept going like this, he’d destroy the Great Void Star sooner or later, yet they didn’t dare stop him, or rather, they simply had no ability to stop him, under such a divine ability, stepping forward was nothing short of suicide.
Lan Xiaobu knew full well in his heart that this wasn’t a matter of him choosing to stop using the Great Severance Technique, he simply couldn’t stop, the moment he did, the massive disc condensed by the Cosmic Mill would instantly grind him into fragments.
If he wanted to survive, he had to keep unleashing the Great Severance Technique, yet even with his current strength, continuously using it was pushing him to his limits, sooner or later, he’d be overwhelmed by the Cosmic Mill’s massive disc.
To stay alive, he had to refine the Cosmic Mill’s restrictions while he could still wield the Great Severance Technique, each time he tore apart the disc formed by the Cosmic Mill, there was a brief interval before it formed the next one, this interval was his chance to refine the Cosmic Mill, the tearing across the Great Void Star kept spreading, affecting an ever-widening area, Lan Xiaobu’s face grew paler and paler, almost as white as paper, yet he knew he was gradually gaining the upper hand, he had already refined eight restrictions, the speed at which the Cosmic Mill condensed its massive disc was slowing, giving him room to breathe.
As long as he refined nine restrictions, no matter how powerful the Cosmic Mill was, it wouldn’t be able to keep forming the massive disc.
Perhaps aware that its ninth restriction was about to be refined, the Cosmic Mill’s speed in condensing the disc grew slower slower and slower, yet its power grew stronger and stronger, or rather, as Lan Xiaobu’s current strength weakened, even a disc of the same power felt increasingly overwhelming to him.
Another terrifying massive disc came crushing down, sensing the aura of destruction, Lan Xiaobu continued to unleash the Great Severance Technique, this time, he didn’t rush out of the crack he’d torn in the disc, instead, he frantically directed his divine sense to bombard the depths of the Cosmic Mill, he needed to seize every second, otherwise, he’d have to wait for the next chance to tear the disc apart.
This thread of Lan Xiaobu’s divine will carried a soul-blade edge, he was certain that with the ninth restriction already ninety-nine percent refined by him, this divine will infused with a soul-blade edge would surely tear it open.
Crack! As Lan Xiaobu had predicted, the ninth restriction of the Cosmic Mill was torn apart, then swiftly refined by him.
As Lan Xiaobu refined the ninth restriction, the still-forming massive disc of the Cosmic Mill rapidly disintegrated, in the void, the million-foot-tall Cosmic Mill quickly shrank to nine hundred thousand feet, Lan Xiaobu didn’t stop, continuing to furiously bombard it with his divine will to refine the remaining restrictions, the Cosmic Mill was simply too terrifying, Lan Xiaobu feared that if he let up even slightly, it might erase the restrictions he’d refined and form the massive disc again, this thing was entirely different from the Cosmic Dimensional Model, the Model had willingly acknowledged him as its master, whereas the Cosmic Mill was something he was forcibly refining, and it stubbornly refused to yield to him.
With the massive disc no longer attacking and interfering with Lan Xiaobu, even though his vital energy was now severely depleted, his refining speed was countless times faster than before.
The tenth, the eleventh, as one restriction after another was refined by Lan Xiaobu, the Cosmic Mill rapidly shrank, from nine hundred thousand feet to eight hundred thousand feet to seven hundred thousand feet.
After the hundred-and-eighth restriction was fully refined, the Cosmic Mill had shrunk to ten thousand feet in size, but Lan Xiaobu still didn’t stop, he continued refining the Cosmic Mill, its restrictions consisted of an outer layer of one hundred and eight, each of which contained another one hundred and eight nested restrictions, as for whether there were more beyond that, Lan Xiaobu couldn’t yet tell.
He had plenty of treasures to restore his vital energy, and Lan Xiaobu was well aware that at this moment, he couldn’t afford the slightest pause, since the Cosmic Mill was so terrifying, he’d refine it in one go.
No matter the level of the treasure, for Lan Xiaobu, the more he refined, the easier it became, as with his refining, some of the Cosmic Mill’s principles would assimilate into his Longevity Principles, three months later, the Cosmic Mill had shrunk to a hundred feet in size, Lan Xiaobu had refined ten thousand restrictions, yet he discovered that this was less than a ten-thousandth of its total restrictions.
Lan Xiaobu stopped refining further, his divine sense falling upon the golden scroll of the Dao deep within the Cosmic Mill.
The golden scroll bore four bold characters: “Great Cosmic Technique.”
Lan Xiaobu was utterly shocked, wasn’t the Great Cosmic Technique supposed to have evolved from the Great Planetary Technique? It was said that Qu was the master of the Great Planetary Technique, and the greatest ambition of his life was to elevate it into the Great Cosmic Technique, to achieve this, he had destroyed countless planets and realms, Qu’s pursuit of upgrading the Great Planetary Technique into the Great Cosmic Technique had led him to be besieged by numerous eternal powerhouses, ultimately forcing him into reincarnation and rebirth.
No matter how much Lan Xiaobu thought about it, he never imagined that the Great Cosmic Technique wasn’t something evolved, but rather something that had always existed, hidden deep within the Cosmic Mill.
He recalled the terrifying charm of the massive disc unleashed by the Cosmic Mill, didn’t it carry a trace of the aura of a world-ending tribulation? At this thought, Lan Xiaobu sucked in a cold breath, he felt as though he’d uncovered a monumental secret—the Great Cosmic Technique, he even had a hunch that the Cosmic Mill was concealed in this place, unnoticed and unrefined by anyone, quite possibly because of the Great Cosmic Technique, if the Great Cosmic Technique were exposed, forget planetary planes, the vast cosmos itself might collapse, it would be like unleashing a demon, one that no one could ever restrain, if someone learned that the Great Planetary Technique resided within the Cosmic Mill, even eternal powerhouses would likely swarm to attack him.
Taking a deep breath, Lan Xiaobu once again conjured endless Longevity Principles, he absolutely could not let the Great Cosmic Technique escape, nor could he allow the Cosmic Mill to slip away.
At this moment, Lan Xiaobu firmly believed that even though he cultivated his own Great Dao, if someone else obtained the Great Cosmic Technique and he later ascended to Eternal Saint, he might still be unable to control the fate of the vast cosmos.
The Great Cosmic Technique must never fall into anyone else’s hands, that’s all for today, good night, friends.
“Brother Shen!”
“Hm!”
As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he’d occasionally greet or nod to familiar faces he passed.
But no matter who it was, everyone’s face bore little expression, as if indifferent to everything.
To this, Shen Changqing had grown accustomed.
This was the Demon Suppression Division, an organisation tasked with maintaining the stability of the Great Qin, its primary duty being to slay demons and monstrous entities, though it also handled some side ventures.
It could be said that every person in the Demon Suppression Division had their hands stained with much blood.
When one becomes accustomed to life and death, many things begin to feel trivial.
When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he’d found it hard to adjust, but over time, he grew used to it.
The Demon Suppression Division was vast.
Those who could remain in it were either formidable experts or individuals with the potential to become such.
Shen Changqing fell into the latter category.
Within the Demon Suppression Division, there were two professions: Guardians and Demon Slayers.
Anyone entering the Division started as the lowest rank of Demon Slayer.
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Thanks to his predecessor’s memories, he was very familiar with the Demon Suppression Division’s environment.
It didn’t take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.
Unlike the stern and murderous atmosphere elsewhere in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, exuding a distinct tranquillity amidst the bloodshed.
At that moment, the pavilion’s doors were wide open, with people occasionally coming and going.
Shen Changqing hesitated only briefly before stepping inside.
Upon entering the pavilion, the atmosphere shifted abruptly.
A scent of ink mingled with a faint trace of blood hit him, causing his brow to instinctively furrow, though it quickly relaxed.
The bloody scent that clung to everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was something nearly impossible to wash away.
