Chapter 79: Hegemonic Gun - Yuan Zhe Ling

  At the moment Yang Yuxi transformed into a black dragon, in a remote and unknown place on the land of Great Zhou, a pair of eyes that had been tightly closed for who knows how many years suddenly opened.

  "The Second Overlord Body..." A low and muffled voice like thunder rumbled in the darkness, with an aura of dominance overflowing from those eyes.

  A figure slowly stood up in the darkness, and it was clear that he had been sitting there for a long time, as dust fell from his body when he got up.

  "Boom boom boom"

  He took a step forward, like a small mountain moving.

  "Boom!"

  A mountain peak suddenly shattered, and a majestic figure flew out from the broken rocks.

  This is a middle-aged man like an iron tower, with dark skin, every muscle so angular and distinct, with blue veins bulging on his muscles.

  "Ancestor, Ancestor has come out of his trance!!"

  A middle-aged man's foot stepped on the village, and a excited voice suddenly burst out.

  Then one after another, men rushed out of the village, each with a strong and sturdy figure, even the women looked very capable.

  Everyone looked up at the middle-aged man in the sky with excitement on their faces.

  A middle-aged man looked down at the crowd under his feet, and a warm current surged in his heart, but when he saw the dilapidated village, his heart ached again.

  "Alas..." He let out a soft sigh, his eyes fixed intently, and an unshakeable determination surged forth from his heart.

  "Elderly and above, come to convene a meeting."

  A heavy sound like a mountain pressed on everyone's heart, and all people immediately took action.

  A moment later, those above the elder level gathered in the hall.

  It's called a meeting hall, but it's actually just a large wooden hut.

  Everyone's face was solemn, the whole wooden house was silent as a cicada, except for the sound of the wind whistling through the gaps.

  A middle-aged man named Batian is the village chief of this village.

  Ba Tian opened his eyes and swept his gaze over the crowd below, saying slowly.

  "I just had a premonition, someone has cultivated the 'Indestructible Dominant Body' to the second stage - Beast Body."

  The expressions of all the elders suddenly froze on their faces.

  Ba Tian continued: "Moreover, his beast body is one of the legendary strongest beast bodies - the Dragon Body."

  The old men's chins dropped to the ground in shock.

  An eerie silence lasted for about ten seconds before erupting into a deafening explosion.

  "How is it possible?!"

  "Second Beast Body?!"

  "Dragon Body!!"

  "True transmission! The true transmission of 'Indestructible Body'!!"

  ……

  All the elders were excited and the nest below was blown open.

  Looking at the excitement of the elders below, the overbearing heart let out a light sigh. His own clan's inheritance had been lost since ancient times, and it was hard to maintain even the incense fire, not to mention the glory of the past. The entire clan had already reached the brink of collapse.

  "The Indestructible Body" is the core true transmission of our clan, no one knows its significance, it has been lost for too long.

  Ba Ti raised his palm, and all sounds immediately disappeared. However, everyone's face showed a flush of excitement.

  "Perhaps, our clan has finally reached the moment of its resurgence!"

  A single sentence from the overlord sent all the elders' excitement soaring to an extreme.

  "Elder, give the order! We'll go find him, he's our only hope!" An elderly elder spoke up, spitting flying saliva, all wrinkles on his face relaxed, extremely excited.

  "Yes, old ancestor, give the order!!" More and more people echoed in agreement.

  A warm current surged up in his mind, he slowly stood up, strongly suppressing the excitement in his heart, his hands pressed against the table, and said in a low voice.

  "Alright, I'll give the order. The whole tribe will intensify their training and select one of the most outstanding youngsters to represent us in searching for this person!"

  ………………………………

  After practicing for a while, Yang Yuxi returned to the cave to eat some dinner and then went back to his own hole.

  On the wall of the cave, Yang Yuxi carved out a window.

  The white moonlight generally pours in from the window, sprinkling on Yang Yuxi's hard stone bed, the cold bed surface is enveloped by the soft moonlight, rising a piece of silver-white light.

  Yang Yu Xi lay on the bed, her hands crossed under her head, and gazed out the window at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

  The evening breeze stirs gently, and the fragrance of the moon floats.

  The gentle evening breeze blew through Yang Yuxi's hair in front of his forehead, and his thoughts were like the black hair floating in the air, stretching out endlessly.

  Gazing at the moon and thinking of home, the feeling of homesickness becomes even more intense.

  The surging tide of homesickness suddenly submerged Yang Yu Xi, and his eyes instantly welled up with crystal tears.

  Dad...

  Grandpa Yang Lin...

  Chen Hu...

  Everything in the evening city, like a linked picture, flashed before his eyes, like countless tear gas, repeatedly hitting and collapsing the seemingly solid heart defense line he had at ordinary times, until it reached the softest place in his heart.

  His eyes reddened.

  He wiped his face.

  The moonlight is like a wash, and from time to time, the sound of birds chirping is heard in the forest outside the window, mournful and melodious.

  The moon rises over the mountains, startling the birds, and they sing in the spring valley.

  It's autumn now, and the chirping of birds is inevitably tinged with a sense of sadness and sorrow. Yang Yuxi's heart suddenly hurts like it's being torn apart.

  He suddenly stood up and opened the cabinet where he usually stored things, searching frantically for something.

  His eyes were bloodshot, his eyes bulged out, and his hands were extremely rough and lawless.

  No, it's impossible...

  There must be some trace of hometown... there must be!

  How can there be no trace at all?

  How is this possible!!

  Yang Yu Xi's hands moved faster and faster, with a blood-red spider web spreading across the whites of his eyes.

  The whole cabinet was rumbling and shaking.

  More and more debris was scattered all over the ground, the ground was instantly filled with debris, and the sound of "crackling" continued to echo in the cave.

  "Slap"

  A book fell from the cabinet to the ground, Yang Yu Xi's body was shocked by this sound, he slowly came back to his senses.

  His eyes, filled with bloodshot emptiness, slowly moved to the book, his whole body slightly trembling. The empty eyes gradually lit up and refocused bit by bit.

  He suppressed the trembling of his body, slowly crouched down, and with a shaking right hand picked up this book from among the miscellaneous items.

  Put the book upright and blow gently, the dust accumulated on the cover flew out.

  A few grains of dust floated into Yang Yuxi's already red eyes, he squinted and rubbed his eyes hard with his left hand, the eye sockets were already filled with tears, and they all fell down with a splash.

  But his mouth corners, however, revealed a cheerful smile like a little kid's.

  He narrowed his eyes and looked at the book in his hand.

  "The Latest List of Yuanqi Controllers"

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  Yang Yu Xi sat back onto the bed, cross-legged, with "The Latest Yuan Qi Controller's Biography" placed flat on his knees.

  He gently closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, reopened them, and for the first time in four years, opened this book.

  The moment he opened it, he had an illusion that the long-sealed hometown flavor came to his nose, making him dizzy for a while.

  He suppressed the turmoil of emotions in his heart and turned page after page backwards.

  Gradually, he was thoroughly conquered by one of those mythical existences. The hot-blooded heart of the young man could not be restrained and was boiling over.

  The latest controller of Rujian is Yuanru, who is also the current leader of Ru Gate, which means that Rujian is still in his hands.

  Yuán Rú was not his real name, but after becoming the controller of Yuán Qì, in order to show respect for Yuán Qì, each controller would change their surname to "Yuán".

  Each generation of Confucianism has a master, and none of them are not exceptionally talented. Yuan is naturally the highest level of talent, and at the age of ten, he was invincible among the young generation of Confucians, firmly occupying the first throne of Confucianism. He eventually became the undisputed master, gaining recognition from the Confucian sword and creating a glorious era.

  In general, the deeds of each yuanqi master are almost the same, equally brilliant, equally dazzling, equally unattainable, and equally stirring the blood of every young man.

  Undoubtedly, the brilliance of Ren Jianyuan and others is something that 99.99% of people can only look up to, but among the previous generation of Yuanqi controllers, their glory was all overshadowed by another person.

  That person is, Ling Yao (Gun)

  The brilliance of all eight former wielders was overshadowed by him alone; he is the true one who cannot be surpassed.

  Yuan Ruo was very strong and undoubtedly the number one in Confucianism, but when he encountered Yuan Zhe Ling, he couldn't even last ten moves.

  It's not just him, the other seven people are also like this.

  If Yuan Ru is the first in Confucianism, then Yuan Zhe Ling is the first under heaven.

  The power of the tyrant gun was fully demonstrated in his hands.

  In itself, the nine major yuan instruments have no distinction between strong and weak, but due to Yuan Zhe Ling, Ba Qiang was once called the first of the nine major yuan instruments by the world.

  Mototsu Ling's most notable battle was when he single-handedly fought against four Mototsu wielders and ended in a draw.

  Later, the other four yuanqi controllers all publicly acknowledged that their combined strength was originally not a match for Yuan Zhe Ling, and they were only able to hold their own completely due to the power of the yuanqi.

  The tyrannical gun was strong, but when it encountered the other four equally powerful primordial artifacts, it could only end in defeat. However, relying on Yuan Zhe's Ling's reverse heavenly strength, he managed to fight to a draw.

  Some people speculate that if they were to fight purely based on strength, the other eight yuanqi masters would have to work together just to barely hold their own against Yuan Zhe.

  At that time, Yuan Zhe Ling was the only myth, the only legend!!

  Yang Yu Xi's blood was boiling, his whole body trembling non-stop. Yuan Zhe Ling's story had shaken him to the core, shocking every inch of his nerves.

  This is what it means to be a man! This is what it means to be a god-like man!!

  He couldn't wait and continued looking down.

  But his face suddenly froze, and the expression of adoration vanished instantly, he was stunned by the next sentence in the book.

  Ba Qiang Yuan Zhe Ling led all the cultivators to launch the final battle, and four of the nine major Yuan Qi controllers were killed. Later, Yuan Zhe Ling changed into an ordinary person, his overbearing aura disappeared, and he became decadent. In the first year of the Great Zhou calendar, Ba Qiang Yuan Zhe Ling suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the world, and there was no news about him since then. Afterwards, other Yuan Qi controllers also retired one after another.

  Yang Yu Xi snapped out of her daze, gently closing the book in her hand, and a flurry of thoughts flooded her mind.

  He lay on his back on the stone bed, at this time the moon had already sunk in the west, and the eastern horizon was slightly white.

  Yang Yu Xi gazed at the faintly bright sky, but his mind was preoccupied with some thoughts.

  What happened? Let a god-like man suddenly become decadent?

  And... what was that war all about?

  Yang Yu Xi thought for half a day but couldn't figure out what was going on and finally fell asleep.

  Not far away, the rooster crows at dawn.