Imperial God Emperor (Web Novel)

The Ye Qingyu who was situated within the [Light Palace], naturally did not pay attention to the urgent piercing cloud eagle.

Right now, he was at the most crucial moment of breaking through.

Sitting cross-legged above the jade stone bed, his eyes focused on his breathing, his breathing focused on his heart. Activating the nameless breathing technique, he fell in a meditative state, activating all the yuan qi energy within his power.

Before entering the stone palace, Ye Qingyu had already completely liquefied the inner yuan within his body, truly entering the Bitter Sea stage.

The stage he wanted to breakthrough to was namely the River Stage of the Bitter Sea.

Right now, the desert world within Ye Qingyu's dantian had thunder and lightning rumbling, cloud swirling and air steaming. The winds and clouds moved, water swirling. A mad and berserk rainstorm was currently being created and bolts after bolts of heaven shattering lightning exploded, as if these bolts of lightning were about to destroy the entire world.

Within the desert world, the waters of the streams had also become explosive.

The riverbeds of the streams constantly gathered, little streams becoming little rivers. The waters of the rivers rumbled, as if it was being moved by an invisible energy. It caused wave after wave to constantly charge forward. When the waters of the river had reached it's end, the charging water once again created new pathways...

The sand and soil blocking the way of the river were constantly being charged past.

The water constantly gathered.

The sand and soil were constantly being broken apart.

The explosive streams of water were like restless brushes. It continuously drew water coloured marks crossing over each other on the grounds of the desert. Line after line of water was drawn on this barren and lifeless desert world, causing the entire world to slowly become bright and fresh.

If one viewed this from above, the paths of the rivers were like ancient formations. It drew strange patterns on the ground of the desert. A mysterious power, was seeping in and changing this strange world bit by bit.

The Ye Qingyu who had immersed himself entirely into the dantian world, seeing this scene, , suddenly had a idea.

The marks of the yuan qi rivers, since it was so like formations, if he caused them to become true formations, would a miraculous thing occur?

Such a thought, was like a madly growing vine that began to uncontrollably take root within Ye Qingyu's heart.

After a brief hesitation, Ye Qingyu decided to try.

Trying such an extra matter at the crucial moment of breaking through was an extremely dangerous matter.

But without knowing why, a strong instinct rose within Ye Qingyu's heart. He became increasingly determined.

The clear spring waters were formed from Ye Qingyu's inner yuan. It was the fruits of his bitter cultivation, it was the energy source of a martial expert. It naturally could be controlled by a martial expert. Under Ye Qingyu's intentional direction, the waters of the river started to roar, and charge at the soil, creating a new river path according to an intended direction.

But very quickly, Ye Qingyu encountered another issue.

His own formation knowledge, although it had some foundation, but it was after all, something he had learnt on his own. It was not as excellent as a true formation grandmaster. Just what sort of river formation pattern should he excavate within the desert world in his dantin?

After careful thought, Ye Qingyu decided to use the hundred and eight ancient characters-- that is, to etch such characters in the shape of the rivers within the desert world.

The strokes of the ancient characters, flashed by in Ye Qingyu's eyes.

He controlled the rivers to constantly change its path amongst the dry and withered land. Cutting through soil, using the powerful flow of the water, he created ordered and uniform paths.

Without question, this was much more difficult than previously allowing the yuan qi waters to automatically create the river paths as the water flowed.

Following the strokes of those ancinet characters needed river paths to be created on mountains and high grounds. The water flow needed to excavate harder rocks and soil, which needed a much greater force from the water. The expenditure of yuan qi was many times greater than normal.

Time passed by minute by minute, second by second.

The one hundred and eight ancient characters gradually began to be formed.

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

Ye Qingyu had never been in closed isolation training for as long as this.

Outside the stone palace.

Every morning, Liu Jingyan and the other Envoys of Light would come and report to him.

But in this month, they had not seen Ye Qingyu appear at all.

Without Ye Qingyu, they had no way of approaching those floating stone steps, so they had completely no clue of what was happening within the stone palace.

Such news naturally began to spread out through some channels.

Only those people who truly understood how terrifying the Palace of Light was would still pay attention to such a place after everyone’s attention had diverted elsewhere. Ye Qingyu, as the Lord of the Light Palace, because he had not appeared for a whole month, it caused several people to feel unrest.

Bai Yuanxing, Jin Ling'er as well as Mother Wu waited everyday.

The divine doctor, the Pill God as well as Lin Baiyi waited for Ye Qingyu's reappearance.

Or perhaps, they were waiting for something different happen.

Amidst such expectation, time passed by exceedingly slow.

Within the stone palace.

Ye Qingyu was like a statue, sitting on the jade stone bed. He had already been in such a state for thirty-one days.

In these thirty-one days, apart from the wind blowing his hair, there was no signs of his body moving at all.

But within his body, the power of the yuan qi had never stopped moving. It was still madly roaring, rushing past within his meridians and into the desert world of his dantian. It transformed into clear river water that once again excavated new river channels. Time after time again, it charged forward, and created new paths according to Ye Qingyu's will within the desolate desert...

Ever since Ye Qingyu had entered into the Bitter Sea stage within the [Palace of the Formation Sovereign], in this long half a year, Ye Qingyu had never broken through another cultivation level. He had always gathered force, storing yuan qi from the outside world. After drinking the Drunken Immortal wine from Aunt Han, it caused the yuan qi power held within his body to reach the peak he could reach at his current state.

Such deep accumulation of yuan qi was finally put into effect.

Within the mountain range, the thick soil, sandbanks, and hard rocks in this desert world was broken apart by the charging yuan qi river.

But even after such deep accumulation of yuan qi, it was difficult to continue going on after thirty-one days of expenditure of such a great yuan qi river...

When the streams had gathered to its end and transformed into a hundred large roaring rivers that constantly neared, and as it was about to converge, the flow of the water finally began to weaken.

Within all the meridians and acupuncture points on Ye Qingyu's body, all the yuan qi returned to the desert world in his dantian.

All the power from his four limbs, his flesh and bones also entered into his dantian world.

The flesh on his body was somewhat withered. It was no longer as translucent and as elastic as previously, but was hard like steel. The blood within his vessels had lost its essence, and was like mud, nearly stopping its flow. There was only one last shred of life within his chest, and his black hair had lost its radiance. It was like a withered plant that looked like it would snap off at any moment...

Ye Qingyu ued all the yuan qi power he could control, and sent it within his dantian.

All the other parts of his body, was nearly completely withered.

Thankfully, Ye Qingyu had made preparations.

Advancing a martial level not only relied on deep accumulation, but also needed meticulous preparations.

The descendants of the large noble families would have powerful experts protecting as well as reinforcements of pills and medicines every time they attempted to break through to a higher level. This would increase the chance of them breaking through.

What Ye Qingyu relied on was the formation within the stone palace.

With a thought, the last shred of yuan qi energy within his body and organs, entered into the formation inside the stone palace.

In an instant, there was a bright and glorious silver radiance that began to emit throughout the entire stone palace. The formation array lines that had been crawled out by the silver snake, could finally be seen again. That mysterious formation once again began activating.

In the sword pit below the stone formation, the Earth Fire was roaring furiously.

An orange magma aura that was like a wave began to be absorbed out by the stone palace and into the structure.

This earthen flame aura passed through the formation of the stone palace and was purified by the formation of the stone palace as well as the jade stone bed. It entered unendingly into Ye Qingyu's body.

As such, as a result of this, there was suddenly a torrential rainstorm that descended within the skies of Ye Qingyu's dantian world.

That explosive rainstorm that was like a downpour, every drop contained pure yuan qi energy.

It was the power of the Earth Fire after being purified.

The torrential rainstorm scattered over the entire world. The waters of the river was finally replenished, causing the waters of the river to once again surge and rise viciously. Like it was reborn, it charge forward, forming wave after wave. As lightning and thunder rumbled, it charged through the sand banks at the end of the rivers. LIke a gigantic divine python, the hundred rivers, finally began to converge.

Ye Qingyu had already reached a state that made him forget himself.

It was as if heaven and earth had combined together. The flow of the water flowed along with his will, charging forward, roaring, whistling, changing this world that lacked for life.

Outside the stone palace.

Bai Yuanxing and the others currently cultivating were staring at the stone palace that had suddenly lit up.

At this time, even Liu Jingyan and the other Envoys of Light had sensed the disturbance, rushing forward. They looked with shock and uncertainty at this abnormal scene within the divine palace. A divine silver flame constantly emitted from the divine palace, a pure and holy aura wrapping around the entire earth. There was light and fast sounds that emitted from the fire tree forest, a fire red cloud floated above the Earth Fire sword pit. Up and down, like it was breathing...

"What's happening?"

"Such a scene... could the Lord finally be breaking though?"

Thinking of those days were yuan qi encircled around Ye Qingyu's body, their first through was that Ye Qingyu had broken through. But after breaking through, would he be able to leave?

Everyone was waiting expectantly.

Within the stone palace.

Ye Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

His figure faintly flashed, arriving at the ground.

His body stood tall, his white robes flitting. A silver light shone from within his body, making his body seem somewhat unreal. Within his eyes, there was a silver light that shone out like a deity, that light shining on the walls of the stone palace. There were strange images that appeared, like ancient formation after ancient formation…

It was namely the image of the one hundred and eight characters.