BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: Saint Zhao Hua

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After a long moment.

”Try using soul power.” Wei Yang said.

As he spoke, soul power surged from the center of his brow and spread outward like a tide. Yet the moment his soul power touched the surface of the ribs, it was as if it had struck an invisible wall—it bounced right back.

Wei Yang’s eyebrows lifted, but instead of disappointment, a faint smile appeared.

”There’s a seal on the surface of the bone.” He said softly.

”A seal?” Xiao Yan was startled for a moment, then broke into a grin.

Wei Yang also smiled.

If there’s a problem, that’s good. The only thing to fear is when there isn’t one. A mere seal—no big deal.

”I’d like to see just how tough this seal really is.” Wei Yang took a deep breath.

The next instant, a vast surge of soul power erupted from between his brows, violently crashing against the three ribs like countless fine steel needles, madly drilling inward.

Ka ka ka~

The air around them grew extremely oppressive and heavy, emitting faint cracking sounds like glass under unbearable pressure.

”So this is the strength of a Half-Step Heaven Realm soul... truly terrifying!” Xiao Yan instinctively retreated a few steps, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead in awe.

It was his first time experiencing, at such close range, the sheer might of the Half-Step Heaven Realm. If Yao Lao hadn’t lost part of his Essence Spiritual Qi, and if his soul had returned to its peak, he too would have possessed this same intimidating power.

Ka ka ka~

Under the invasion of such overwhelming soul power, even the faint residual energy that leaked out caused the surrounding space around the three ribs to twist, tear, and distort in rippling waves.

”Hm? This seal has quite some resilience.” Wei Yang murmured. He immediately increased the output of his soul power once again.

Time passed, second by second.

The contest between soul and seal continued. Xiao Yan stood quietly at the side, patiently observing.

Meanwhile, Wei Yang’s brow gradually furrowed. He could only sigh inwardly—no wonder this was a seal set by a Dou Sheng. Even after countless years, it remained this troublesome. Truly extraordinary.

In the original story, Xiao Yan had needed to burn this same seal with his Heavenly Flame for a full ten hours before breaking through it. That alone proved how terrifyingly tough it was, even after all these ages.

”Alright then.” Wei Yang exhaled through his nose with a sharp hum. His soul power began to carry traces of scorching heat and faint electric arcs.

The struggle continued.

After nearly half an hour—

Boom!

A deafening explosion thundered through Wei Yang’s consciousness. Then, his perception suddenly felt as though a floodgate had burst open, a torrent of awareness rushing violently inward. His vision blurred for a moment before slowly becoming clear again.

When his senses stabilized, Wei Yang realized that his consciousness was now within a strange space. The space wasn’t vast—empty, lifeless, and utterly silent.

Wei Yang’s ’gaze’ swept across the void, and then suddenly stopped at a certain point. There, a solitary figure stood with hands clasped behind his back.

The man’s appearance was extremely ordinary—Wei Yang couldn’t sense even the faintest fluctuation of Dou Qi or soul energy from his body. He looked just like an average person. Yet this very lack of presence made Wei Yang’s heart grow heavier.

After all, for someone to appear within such a mysterious sealed space—how could they possibly be an ordinary being?

If his guess was right, this figure was the true master of the Great Heaven Creation Palm—the owner of that Dou Sheng Skeleton. A powerful Dou Sheng from the ancient era.

”This should be the memory space hidden within the seal of the Dou Technique. That figure isn’t a remnant soul, but rather a fragment of memory left behind by that Dou Sheng.” Wei Yang thought to himself, studying the ordinary-looking figure.

With his current level of strength and experience, he no longer felt easily startled. A brief observation was enough for him to understand what this was. After all, creating an imprinted thought of this kind—he himself was now capable of doing that as well.

The difference merely lay in the method.

Just as Wei Yang had expected, that ordinary-looking figure didn’t even glance in his direction. Shortly after he entered this space, a calm, water-like voice slowly echoed within the void.

”The Great Heaven Creation Palm, a Low-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique, is the culmination of my life’s work — a fusion of hundreds of techniques, and my proudest creation.”

”This palm technique embodies the meaning of Creation itself — a strike that can shatter the heavens, a force that can crush all things.”

Hearing that placid, self-narrating tone, Wei Yang’s expression grew solemn.

”Heaven Grade Dou Techniques transcend the ordinary. Since you’ve managed to uncover the secret hidden within my bones, junior, it means you were destined to find this.”

”The Great Heaven Creation Palm places tremendous demand on one’s physical strength. Even for a Dou Sheng cultivator, if the body isn’t strong enough, it’s nearly impossible to withstand the explosive force it unleashes at the moment of execution.”

”Within these three ribs, I left behind Golden Spirit Saliva. You must use it to temper your palms. Remember well — the Great Heaven Creation Palm can only be executed with hands that have been tempered to a sufficient degree. Otherwise, you will suffer a violent backlash—bones and meridians will shatter instantly.”

”So this Dou Technique requires such an absurd level of physical endurance...” Wei Yang muttered in mild astonishment.

He frowned slightly. ”I wonder... with my current physical strength, could I possibly use it without going through that Golden Spirit Saliva tempering process?”

Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside and continued to observe.

”The Great Heaven Creation Palm

contains the power of Creation itself. Junior, watch closely!”As that calm voice continued, the ordinary-looking figure suddenly began to emit a faint radiance. Then, its entire body became translucent, revealing a clear network of internal meridians.

Within those meridians, streaks of dark-golden energy flowed rapidly, tracing out a highly complex meridian pattern.

”This... is the meridian circulation route for cultivating the Great Heaven Creation Palm.”

Seeing this, Wei Yang’s eyes lit up. He immediately steadied his spirit and began memorizing the intricate flow of that golden energy in full detail. The circulation pattern was extremely complicated. After running through several complete cycles, it slowly began to fade.

But Wei Yang had already committed every motion of it to memory. As the glowing pattern vanished, the light around that figure’s body also dimmed again. However, the dark-golden brilliance on his palm suddenly flared up intensely. Then—

Boom!

He struck forward with a single palm.

A deafening blast erupted as a terrifying wave of energy surged outward like a raging storm. A massive black halo condensed beneath the man’s palm, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded outward at lightning speed.

The surrounding space shattered like fragile glass, collapsing into dust. The same scene from the ancient ruin—when the Dou Sheng’s skeleton had unleashed that palm—replayed vividly before Wei Yang’s eyes.

Great Heaven Creation Palm!

Hum!

Watching the pitch-black halo expand within his pupils, Wei Yang took a deep breath. Yet instead of panic, he showed calm respect. His soul power condensed into a humanoid form, which then bowed deeply toward the ordinary figure standing within the black light.

”Thank you for passing down your art, Senior. I will not allow your remains to fall to decay. I will restore vitality to your bones and let you live once more through them.” Wei Yang said softly.

”Fated one... remember my name. I am— Saint Zhao Hua.”

The serene voice suddenly thundered through Wei Yang’s mind like a bolt of spring lightning.

The figure within the black halo grew increasingly faint—until it finally dissipated completely, fading into nothingness.

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