Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4200: Relaunching the Ranking Tournament



After gesturing for half a day, Ling Han and the little azure dragon finally didn't make the same gesture.

"No, two wins in three rounds!" the little azure dragon said shamelessly.

"I'll satisfy you."

After a while.

"Three wins in five rounds."

...

"Four wins in seven rounds!"

...

The little azure dragon lost more and more, and the upper limit of the "duels" was also continuously increasing. Meanwhile, the expressions of Yunshu Bodhisattva and the others were also getting uglier and uglier, as if they had all become as black as pots.

"Enough!" The Black Cloud Bodhisattva stood up abruptly, "Buddha son is the second son of the Three Milk Tea Brothers, and he is bestowed the name Shi Xinming."

Shua, the three Bodhisattvas left at the same time, truly exploding with fury.

The spectators also threw out things like apple cores from their hands. Was this the ugliest battle in history?

Shi Changtian walked over, his expression not much better either. He forced out a smile, and said, "Congratulations, you have become the new Buddha Son!"

Ling Han smiled and said, "Then hurry up and bring me the Buddhist Race's Imperial Technique."

Shi Changtian rolled his eyes, "Impossible!"

"What? I, a Buddha Son, am still unable to learn the Buddhist Race's Imperial Technique? Then how am I supposed to compete with other Imperial Sons?" Ling Han hurriedly called out. Hadn't he infiltrated the Buddhist Race's inner circle just to learn the Imperial Technique, or even the Imperial Scroll!

What Ling Han lacked the most now was the Imperial Scroll. This was the last piece of the puzzle that would allow him to become the strongest.

"Without a great merit, how could one possibly learn Imperial Techniques?" Shi Changtian tolerated him, and explained. After all, this was the future Buddha Son, and the signboard of the Buddhist Race of West Heavenly Realm. No matter what, he had to show some respect.

Ling Han was depressed. He had already become a Buddha Son, yet was still unable to smoothly learn the Imperial Technique. No wonder Shi Yongming had been so weak in the past.

Sigh.

Ling Han didn't argue. In any case, it was useless.

He and the little azure dragon returned to the Divine Temple where they lived and continued to cultivate.

However, while he didn't have any Imperial Technique, he did not lack cultivation resources. Since he had become the Buddha Son, they naturally had to nurture him with all their might. Not only did Ling Han not lack cultivation resources, but even the little azure dragon wasn't inferior to Ling Han.

He was still a seed of the Buddha Son. If anything happened to Ling Han, he would step forward.

Although the Buddhist Race of the West Heavenly Realm couldn't compare to the real Imperial Clan, it was still much stronger than Holy Lands. It was not difficult for them to nurture two people at the same time.

Ling Han and the little dragon naturally wouldn't monopolize the resources. They each took out a portion to share with the large black dog, ensuring fairness.

With this endless supply of cultivation resources, Ling Han and the others improved very quickly. In half a year's time, they were close to reaching the end of the early stage of the True Self.

In Ling Han's mind, there were already eight clay fetuses called 'True Self'. Although they were clay fetuses, they were all entwined by Regulations and covered with seals, appearing indescribably mighty.

"I'm still one short," Ling Han murmured. As long as he forged another True Self, he would be able to complete the first form of the True Self. He would be able to reform the nine clay fetuses into stone fetuses, and allow his soul to undergo a qualitative change.

"My current strength?"

Ling Han casually threw a punch, and the Void vibrated-13 Heavens!

His Body Art and mystical power both reached Ninth Heaven. With the burst of both, he would reach 13 Heavens!

One had to realize that even ordinary cultivators at the consummate level of the True Self Tier would only possess a power of 12 Heavens. Ling Han had already surpassed them. Moreover, he hadn't reached the end of the first form of the True Self yet.

"I really miss the days when I pummeled the Imperial Sons and teased the Imperial Daughters!" he mused ruefully. In these two years, he had been focused on cultivation, and it

was as if he had not fought at all, which he was very unused to.

Right at this moment, he was suddenly called over by Shi Changtian.

"Xinming!" Shi Changtian sat in meditation facing the Buddha statue. Sensing Ling Han's arrival, he turned around and looked at Ling Han.

What?

Ling Han faltered for a moment before coming to his senses. This was referring to him. His current Buddhist name was called Shi Xinming.

Shi Changtian felt a muscle twitch in his cheek. He had never seen such an ignorant Buddha Son. He coughed, and said, "Our West Heavenly Realm has chosen you as the new Buddha Son, and in the North Heavenly Realm, a new Buddha Son has also emerged."

Ling Han knew that the original Buddha Son of the North Heavenly Realm had been crippled, and it seemed that it was Shi Yongming who had done it. Thus, after such a long time, it was logical that the Buddhist Race of the North Heavenly Realm would select a new Buddha Son. "Thus, the Buddhist Race of the four great Heavenly Realms plan to conduct another contest." Shi Changtian continued, "You and Wide Clouds Heaven will go to the East Heavenly Realm, and fight forthe Buddhist Race of our West Heavenly Realm."

Ling Han was instantly energized, and he said, "If I win, does that count as a great merit?"

Seeing Ling Han's bright eyes, Shi Changtian knew that Ling Han was thinking about Imperial Technique. He smiled, and said, "Our West Heavenly Realm Buddhist Race has always been ranked third, so it's no fault of yours to be able to keep third place. If you fall to fourth, we'll

have to punish you!"

"What if I get first place?" Ling Han countered.

Shi Changtian laughed in spite of himself, and said, "In the countless previous competitions, it was Shi Moka from the South Heavenly Realm that had won first place. This boy's natural talent is outstanding, and has been proficient in dharma since childhood. It is very possible that he is the reincarnation of a great elite of our race. You want to defeat him? Absolutelyn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

impossible!"

"What if I win?" Ling Han naturally wouldn't give up.

"All right, if you can win, I will ask for instructions from the three Bodhisattvas, and teach you the Six Characters Bright King Curse!" Shi Changtian said.

"Deal," Ling Han said with a smile.

"Naturally," Shi Changtian replied.

He was not concerned either. In any case, the Six Characters Bright King Curse would eventually be taught to the Buddha Son, and this was the standard. Thus, if Ling Han could really perform such a great merit, it wasn't impossible for him to teach it in advance.

Ling Han returned and spoke to the little azure dragon and the large black dog. The two of them rubbed their hands together. The Six Characters Bright King Curse cleared the mind, and although it didn't have much destructive power, it was very practical.

"Can you do it? If you can't, just let Grandpa Dragon go!" the little azure dragon said. "This is the Six Characters Bright King Curse. I definitely have to get my hands on it." "Hehe." Ling Han merely smiled faintly, and couldn't be bothered to argue with the other

about whether he could or not.

"Oh, that's right. We haven't seen the Holy Daughter of the West Heavenly Realm yet," the

large black dog said. "What does she look like?"

"How mysterious, but who cares!" Ling Han didn't care.

The next day, Yunshu Bodhisattva appeared. This time, he would bring Ling Han and Wide

Clouds Heaven to the East Heavenly Realm.

Ling Han finally saw the Holy Daughter of West Heavenly Realm. She could barely be

considered a beauty, but her figure was slender, and she had an otherworldly temperament

that made one feel comfortable just looking at her.

Very strong.

This was Ling Han's second impression of Wide Clouds Heaven, and she had attained the third

form of the True Self Heavenly Venerate, which gave him a very strong pressure.

Wide Clouds Heaven glanced at Ling Han, and revealed a faint smile, "Buddha Son."

Ling Han nodded, clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister."

When it came to seniority among cultivators, it was naturally those with higher cultivation

level that had higher status.

Yunshu Bodhisattva tore a rip into the Void. With a flutter of her sleeve, she had already brought the two of them through the Void.

A Venerate Tier elite led the way, so their speed was naturally fast. After a few days, they arrived at Origin Planet of the East Heavenly Realm. This was the base camp of the East Heavenly Realm Buddhist Race.