Nine Astra Skies
chapter-261

‘I wonder what’s the strength of the gold-armored soldier,’ Ye Chen thought. He made the gold-armored soldier keep away its sword and fly to a boulder to the side. The boulder was five meters high and embedded in the cliff next to it.

Ha!

The gold-armored soldier hugged the boulder and roared. The boulder shifted slightly and was slowly pulled out of the cliff.

It was easy to pick up a boulder more than five meters high but pulling it out of the cliff was something beyond the reach of ordinary peak Mystique Venerable Ones. Its weight must have reached at least several hundred thousand kilograms.

Even Ye Chen could not help but feel shocked at the power of the gold-armored soldier. The power of his Astral Body was a supernatural ability. If practiced to its highest potential, he wondered what would happen.

After pulling out the boulder and putting it aside, Ye Chen recalled the gold-armored soldier. He wondered what happened to Great Emperor Mingwu and the others outside. Ye Chen took out the piece of parchment and followed the route drawn on it and walked outside.

Heavenly Venerable Ones would be able to walk on air but Ye Chen did not know how to do that yet. He had tried jumping several times but always ended up falling back down. Unlike other Heavenly Venerable Ones, he could not stay in the air for a long time.

‘]I still can’t do it. What exactly am I supposed to do?’ Ye Chen walked as he pondered. After reaching Heavenly Venerable Rank, his control over Celestial Chi had increased. He could even control Celestial Chi within a one-meter radius now.

Ye Chen suddenly thought of something and his eyes brightened. Maybe the key was in controlling Celestial Chi!

Ye Chen closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes in the Celestial Chi around him. Generally, Heavenly Venerable Ones could only feel two or three kinds of Celestial Chi at most, but Ye Chen felt nine kinds of Celestial Chi at once. This Celestial Chi was a type of energy fused with heaven and earth, which was how it created countless powerful cultivators.

While feeling this force, Ye Chen slowly lifted himself and floated in the air.

“So, that’s how!” Ye Chen finally figured out the trick. After reaching Heavenly Venerable Rank, it was not that the human body itself could fly but that one could manipulate the Celestial Chi around to make them fly.

Ye Chen sped up, volleying away.

At this point, the restriction outside the Exclusion Zone had been extended to the depths of the underground in a sphere, surrounding the entire Exclusion Zone. This restrictive layer did not seem to have any shape and was just like a layer of film. Human beings could freely enter and exit.

However, it seemed that something had happened in the Exclusion Zone and the layer had become much thicker. It was covered with layers of lightning.

Black stream of light shot out from underground and hit the layer, and a “bang” sounded as it was rebounded.

This black stream of light stopped in the air and finally revealed its shape. It was the Soul Pearl.

The Soul Pearl continued to hit the restrictive layer but was rebounded again and again. It could not get out!

The Soul Pearl seemed to become angry and violently shook a few times. Black light flashed and crashed into the layer again and a “pop” rang out like the sound of bubbles bursting. The black stream of light shot out as the thick barrier was pierced.

Not even Daemon King Rank or Godly Venerable Rank combatants could easily break through the restrictive layer on the Exclusion Zone but this Soul Pearl managed to pierce it.

A small hole was left on the layer and around the hole, cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.

The black stream of light shot toward the distant sea.

At this time, Little Squido was playing in the sea, eyes squinted into a crescent shape while smiling. Not far from it were dozens of octopus sea monsters lined up in a row. Long strands of seaweed wrapped around their waists and they followed Little Squido, swimming left to right, uniform like a group of dancers dancing the hula.

As the black stream of light shot over, the octopus sea monsters scurried around in fright. The black light shot straight toward Little Squido and Little Squido hurriedly waved his eight tentacles and swam away from the black light.

“Swoosh.” The black stream of light was extremely fast and already flew into the sea far ahead.

Little Squido looked at the direction the black stream of light flew to and blinked, eyes full of confusion. Then, he looked back at the Exclusion Zone and with a flick of his tentacles, shot after the black stream like lightning.

Inside the Soul Pearl at the center of the black stream of light was a space not inferior to the Heavenly Astra Seal.

One old man and one young man sat cross-legged inside an array.

The youngling was Little Wingsy. He looked around curiously. From inside the Soul Pearl, he could see everything happening outside.

As for the old man, he was a white-haired elderly. He had good-natured eyes and white beard and hair. The end of his long eyebrows hung down and his forehead bulged like a big bag. He looked somewhat similar to the Longevity God depicted in pictures. However, his eyes were too different from the Longevity God. He had inverted curved eyebrows and a slightly collapsed nose bridge. He looked slightly meek with low brows and a thin chin and cheekbones. He seemed weak and incompetent with no ambition and was the type to have misfortune follow him around.

Although the old man looked good-natured, his attire was very strange. He was dressed in a black robe with a large skull on his chest. The skull’s eyes were flashing red and looked bizarre and ferocious.

Before this, Little Wingsy was just about to get swallowed by the Dark Spirit when the Soul Pearl suddenly shone brightly and took him in. He ended up here and met the old man.

“Hurry up and pay respects to me as your Master. You’re lucky today. I’ll make an exception and accept you as my disciple,” the old man said to Little Wingsy.

Little Wingsy learned from Little Squido and blinked owlishly. He asked curiously, “What do you mean?”

“You imbecile. Paying respects means… Means… You respect me, got it?” the old man scratched his head and shouted. He lost count of the years he had been in the Soul Pearl and had forgotten some things. He even forgot what kind of process paying respects to a master entailed.

“Oh,” Little Wingsy said in understanding. Then, he pressed his hands together and bowed at the waist, paying respects.

“You… I’m not dead yet!” The old man was speechless. However, on second thought, it did seem that he was already dead. He waved helplessly. “Forget it. Anyway, from now onward, you’re my disciple.”

“What should I do after paying respects?” Little Wingsy’s wide eyes blinked as he looked at the old man.

“You’re too weak. Follow Master, and you’ll always live a good life. Master will teach you a wondrous technique that’ll allow you to kill things like that Dark Spirit to death with just one slap! Let Master teach you how to cultivate from now on.” The old man coughed and said, “Although you’re a mystical beast, you can also use Master’s cultivation method. Master’s cultivation method is called Heavens Above Earth Below Supreme Immortal Indestructible Darkness Ultimate Demonic Technique!”

“Heavens Below Earth Above…” Little Wingsy counted off his fingers with a troubled expression. “What a long name!”

“It’s Heavens Above Earth Below!” The old man corrected lividly.

“Heavens Above Earth Below… What’s next?” Little Wingsy bit his thumb and asked the old man innocently.

“Supreme Immortal Indestructible Darkness Ultimate Demonic Technique!” The old man gritted his teeth and repeated.

“Heavens Above Earth Below Immortal Indestructible Supreme… What’s next?” Little Wingsy’s chubby hands scratched his head. He tilted his head and asked.

The old man turned red with fury as he scolded, “I’ve never seen anyone as dumb as you!”

Little Wingsy shrunk back at the old man’s outburst, feeling wronged.

The old man wanted to slap Little Wingsy and raised his hand, but upon seeing Little Wingsy cowering, his heart softened as he put down his hand and grunted. “Just be aware that this is the most powerful demonic technique.”

Little Wingsy looked at the old man and grunted gloomily. “Who created this technique?”

Hearing Little Wingsy’s words, the old man planted his hands on his hips and said proudly, “Why, that person is none other than your Master, me!”

“Ah, so it was Master who created it. Has Master perfected it?” Little Wingsy asked the old man.

“Of… Of course I did!” The old man felt a little guilty in the middle of his speech. He obtained this cultivation method from an ancient tablet. There were a total of twelve chapters, but he had only cultivated until the third chapter. However, it was indeed him who had named this cultivation method.

“Master, you’re amazing!” Little Wingsy looked at the old man in admiration.

“Of course, I am.” The old man felt slightly fluffy at Little Wingsy’s words.

“Master, what am I going to learn?” Little Wingsy asked.

“Before teaching you this cultivation method, I first have to teach you the right way to be a person!” The old man stroked his gray beard like a scholar from a prestigious school

“Master, but I’m a mystical beast!” Little Wingsy said in confusion.

“…” The old man was speechless and coughed twice. “The right way to be a person means… Aha, it means what path in life you should take!” The old man was very proud that he could think of the words to use.

“What path in life I should take?” Little Wingsy was still at a loss.

“In this world, there are good people and bad people, and there are heroes and devils. The path we have to take is… To be a bad person! You’ll be the supreme and ultimate biggest devil in this world!” the old man was impassioned and excited when he spoke these words.

“Why do I have to be a bad person? The people in town said that bad people should be punished and struck by lightning.” Little Wingsy frowned. His childish face wore a puzzled expression.

“Are you afraid of retribution?” the old man asked Little Wingsy.

Little Wingsy pondered and shook his head. He did not even know what “retribution” was, so how could he be afraid of it?

“Then, are you afraid of being struck by lightning?” the old man continued to ask.

Little Wingsy lowered his head in thought. He had been struck by lightning before but he had only felt tingly and itchy. He shook his head again. “Nope.”

“Then, what’s the problem? Since you’re not afraid, of course you have to be a bad person!” The old man stroked his beard and smiled. He looked at Little Wingsy with great satisfaction. The child was indeed worthy to be taught.