"Kun... Peng?"
Chang Qing’s pupils suddenly constricted as he looked at the Little Peng King in front of him,
"How did you know that the Celestial Doctor must have the method of bloodline fusion?"
The Celestial Doctor Inheritance is undergoing transformation, even he doesn’t know what’s inside the inheritance.
How could the Little Peng King know?
Moreover...
Kunpeng, such a creature, and that legendary existence in his memory share the exact same name.
"My bloodline tells me so."
The Little Peng King did not hide it and spoke, "The bloodline of the Tian Peng clan can be traced back to ancient times."
"I suppose, back then, the Celestial Doctor must have possessed this method."
"Or perhaps, my ancestors had witnessed the Celestial Doctor’s methods, and thus created this technique."
Chang Qing fell silent upon hearing these words.
It seems his speculation was correct, the pinnacle of medical arts is the fusion of biological bloodlines and genes.
And the Celestial Doctor has already ventured far on this path, conducting experiments as well.
"I wonder what kind of inheritance the Celestial Doctor left behind..."
Chang Qing pondered for a moment, then looked at the tensed Little Peng King in front of him and chuckled softly:
"Find the bloodline of the Kun tribe and come to me again."
The advancement of the Celestial Doctor Inheritance is in its final stage, and will be completed soon.
By then, helping the Little Peng King would also serve as a way to gain experience in applying the Celestial Doctor’s Secret Technique.
"Alright!"
The Little Peng King gave Chang Qing a deep look, "If it’s successful, I owe you my life!"
To the Tian Peng clan, Kunpeng holds a special significance.
After all, it’s a height that even the ancestors of the Tian Peng have never reached.
Yet, Chang Qing didn’t say anything in response, he merely shook his head and smiled.
"Eh, has the Little Peng King changed his ways?"
At this moment, Chu Xi also approached, looking curiously at Chang Qing and the Little Peng King, who hadn’t started a fight.
In the past, the Little Peng King was quite arrogant, but now, in front of Chang Qing, he’s uncharacteristically humble.
"Hmph!"
The Little Peng King snorted coldly and turned his head without speaking.
"Chu girl."
Chang Qing chuckled upon hearing this and said, "Now that we’re in a foreign land, remember to keep a low profile."
"The grudges among the continent’s cultivators should be set aside here if possible, after all, the Ten Thousand Races and demons are the common enemies."
"Got it~" Chu Xi replied with a drawn-out tone.
She’s proud, but not foolish.
The Ten Thousand Races hold grievances against the beings of the continent, plus demons are lurking menacingly.
If the continent’s cultivators don’t band together, they might just be bullied to death in this foreign land.
"Indeed, lone battles in the foreign land won’t work."
Miao Feng and Li Bufan also stepped forward, with Li Bufan saying:
"Within the Nine Emperor Road Gates, there are countless opportunities, and Guardians sealed by the Heavenly Dao."
"Every cultivator who defeats a Guardian will gain a significant amount of law fragments, greatly boosting their combat power and cultivation."
"But to defeat those demon Guardians, one must join forces and also guard against other races trying to seize the law fragments."
"When we reach the Emperor Path, we must unite."
Being from a secret family, Li Bufan has detailed knowledge of the Emperor Path.
The opportunities and fortuitous encounters on the Emperor Path are endless, but dangers lurk everywhere.
Only by joining forces can one gain more initial advantage.
"Don’t worry, with Chang Qing here, what is there to fear?"
Miao Feng said with a mild laugh, "With a prodigy like him, what should we worry about?"
Upon hearing this, both Li Bufan, the Little Peng King, and Chu Xi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The tension of stepping into the foreign land eased considerably.
Having a giant tree to lean on makes resting easy.
Now, Chang Qing has already become a pillar-like figure in the continent.
However, upon hearing this, Chang Qing shook his head and said:
"In the short term, I’m afraid I won’t challenge the Emperor Path Gates."
Everyone present was stunned, and Chu Xi couldn’t help but ask: "Why?"
"Only by stepping onto the Emperor Path can we quickly grow stronger."
"If you’re too late, others might leave you far behind."
The resources of the continent might be good, but for a prodigy like Chang Qing, they’re still too little, too ordinary.
Why are so many geniuses from major forces fighting tooth and nail to get to the Emperor Path?
Because, to cultivate from the Divine Skill Realm to a Saint, Quasi-Emperor on the continent might take hundreds, even thousands of years.
But on the Emperor Path, it might only take three years? Five years? At most no more than ten years!
The Emperor Path is a fast track to the peak!
As long as they don’t die, their cultivation realm will undergo a profound transformation in a short time.
For any prodigy, entering a day later means falling significantly behind others.
This is why, as soon as the Emperor Path opened, the continent’s prodigies gathered here.
But now, even though the Emperor Path is just a step away, Chang Qing still wants to return to the continent?
This choice left Chu Xi and others somewhat baffled.
Chang Qing didn’t say much more, only shook his head and said, "My path is not on the Emperor Path."
Just as Chu Xi was about to ask more questions, suddenly, a powerful aura rushed in swiftly from a distance in the foreign land.
As time passed, the powerful entities sought by the Ten Thousand Races began to arrive one after another.
"Such boldness!"
Even before the person arrived, a voice laced with killing intent resounded in the world.
Looking closely, they saw a man with a divine eye standing upright on his forehead walking in mid-air towards them.
"Lord Night Vision!"
The genius from the Three-Eyed Race, trapped by Chang Qing, showed an immediate expression of joy upon seeing this.
The newcomer was indeed the top genius of their race, Night Vision!
Upon arrival, Night Vision first glanced at the Ten Thousand Races genius lying in a pool of blood, then coldly gazed at where Chang Qing and the others stood.
"Was this your doing?"
Chang Qing’s gaze fell as he responded, "What guidance do you have?"
"Heh, die!"
Without any superfluous words, the moment Night Vision arrived, he chose to strike without hesitation.