Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao C.3914: Pseudo-Emperor Doga

Pa, pa, pa! More and more prodigies fell to their knees. Even if Prosperous Heaven was the Holy Daughter of the Buddhist Race and her willpower was incredibly strong, so what? In front of such intimidation, she could only be outmatched.

This overflowing might far surpassed that of Saints. It was like the manifestation of heaven and earth, descending into the mortal realm.

This was far too astonishing. He was only a sheet of human skin, yet it was as if he had become an invincible Great Emperor.

Everyone was trembling in fear, cold sweat pouring down their bodies like rain. Without a doubt, this sheet of human skin must be Buddha Doga from before. He was a dignified Pseudo Emperor, and was only a step away from becoming an existence like the Ancestral King.

Imperial might pervaded the air, as if it had blasted through the heavens. Even the heavens would have to bow their heads, and the earth would have to prostrate.

They were too naive. To actually dare to blaspheme the remains of a Pseudo Emperor, this was practically courting death.

Just how violent had this person been in the past?

This was a demon king that had tortured Saints to death, and refined the corpses of Saints into lamp oil!

Everyone bowed, and only Ling Han remained standing.

He clearly knew that this would make him stand out like a swan in a flock of chickens. It would be too special, and too obvious, but with his pride, he could not kneel down no matter what.

He could bend the knee, but only respected those who were virtuous.

Buddha Doga looked over, his eyes focused on Ling Han.

Boom, the great explosion of the universe's planets instantly appeared in front of Ling Han's eyes, followed by the rapid orbiting of the endless galaxies, making him feel how insignificant he was. In the long passage of history, he was practically negligible. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Since he was negligible, why didn't he kneel down?

Ling Han gritted his teeth, and his willpower instantly became as firm as iron.

His head could be severed, and his blood could flow, but his will could not be subdued.

He was indeed a minor character now, but what Great Emperor in history had not started off as a minor character?

"Hahahaha, never would I have thought that I would be able to see someone with quite a bit of backbone." Buddha Doga laughed loudly. He pinched his fingers like flowers, and moved them lightly. Then, he said to himself, "So I have already slumbered for so long."

Slumbered?

'You f*cking died. Have you come back to life now?'

Buddha Doga looked at Prosperous Heaven, and revealed a faint smile, "Come to think of it, you are also my junior. Though there is enmity between me and Ah Han, it is not to the extent that I would take out my anger on a junior."

He paused for a moment, "You want to fuse with my skin, and let you undergo a complete transformation, right?"

Everyone was shocked. As it turned out, Prosperous Heaven was actually so ambitious.

Merging with the skin of a Pseudo-Emperor, while it may not be obtaining all the good fortune of a Pseudo-Emperor, her future accomplishments would at least be from Saint Tier onwards.

In this world, there was no Ancestral King in this generation. Saints were the most powerful beings, and Prosperous Heaven had fused with the skin of a Pseudo-Emperor. Thus, after becoming a Saint, she would definitely belong to the category of the most powerful Saints. This was really a great ambition. Unfortunately, who would have thought that after millions and millions of years, Buddha Doga would still be able to "revive" with just a sheet of human skin?

What kind of existence was a Pseudo Emperor? He was practically freakishly strong.

Prosperous Heave trembled all over. In front of a Pseudo-Emperor, she was extremely insignificant. A single thought from Buddha Doga could kill her several hundred times over.

"Disciple Prosperous Heaven pays respects to Ancestral Buddha Doga!" She forced herself to kneel upright and respectfully kowtowed.

Buddha Doga didn't give her another look. Instead, he focused his gaze on Ling Han and strode toward him.

Ling Han could remain unyielding under the Imperial Might, but this did not mean that his physical body could also withstand it. When a Pseudo Emperor approached, the skin all over his body cracked, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Hehe, what a little kid." Buddha Doga stretched out a hand and pressed down. Ling Han's bleeding immediately stopped.

A Pseudo Emperor was practically the strongest in the world, and had extraordinary means. "Interesting, interesting." Buddha Doga stared at Ling Han, as if he was admiring a supreme treasure, "I never thought that having actually missed it once, but the heaven and earth are impermanent, and this kind of opportunity would come again in the blink of an eye."

"In the past, I made a grand vow to enter hell and become a demon, expiating the dead souls, and become Emperor in a different manner."

"There seems to have been a slight error. I turned into a demon with a thought, and I have indeed done a considerable number of evil deeds."

Everyone was baffled. Why was Buddha Doga so interested in Ling Han? Furthermore, what was he saying?

Entering hell to become a demon, expiating the souls of the dead, wanting to become an Emperor in a different manner. In the end, he had become a demon with a single thought, and that was why he had captured so many Saints and tortured them to death.

Once this benevolent Buddha became a demon, he would be even more terrifying than anyone else.

There could only be one Emperor in a single era. This was decided by the heaven and earth. Luck could only be bestowed on a single person, but Buddha Doga wanted to become an Emperor in a different manner, what kind of boldness, great intelligence, great comprehension ability was that?

Unfortunately, he did not succeed. Instead, he turned from good into evil, and turned from Buddha into Demon.

"On this path of yours, can you reach the peak?" Buddha Doga asked Ling Han. It was as if he were asking Ling Han a question, but in truth, Ling Han was not qualified to answer him at all. The gap between the two of them was definitely miles apart.

However, Buddha Doga had no intention of getting an answer from Ling Han either. Instead, he was answering his own questions.

"Hehe, I really want to see what kind of result would be produced if a rock was thrown into

this muddy water."

"Come!" He beckoned with his hand, and gave a light shout.

The Pseudo-Emperor spoke, and his words were law.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! In an instant, three streaks of light descended from above the stone chamber,

and began to revolve around Buddha Doga.

"Celestial light!" Quite a number of people called out mentally, but with a Pseudo Emperor in front of them, even if there was only a sheet of human skin left, who would dare make a

sound?

The outsiders all revealed heated gazes. Though there were many precious treasures in the White Lotus Mystery Realm, in terms of the most precious, it was definitely the celestial light. And now, three streaks of celestial light had actually flown over in a single stroke. If he could obtain even one, that would be a supreme fated opportunity.

Unfortunately, in front of a Pseudo Emperor, who dared to move a single finger?

Buddha Doga moved, and a streak of celestial light was forcefully injected into Ling Han's body, followed by a second streak, and then a third.

Being able to capture a streak of celestial light was already a supreme opportunity, but now, Ling Han had actually been struck by three streaks of celestial light. This was practically

enough to make one die of envy.

How could there be such good luck?

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Everyone knew that the crux of the matter lay in the words that Buddha Doga had said to himself before, but no one understood what he meant. What muddy waters?

Even a Pseudo-Emperor called it muddy water, so what kind of major event was that?

"Wu!" Ling Han groaned. He had been instilled with three streaks of celestial light at the same time. This was completely capable of killing him.

Just think, if the divine light of lightning hadn't been suppressed by the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower, how many times would Ling Han have been killed? And if it weren't for the fact that there were countless living beings in the dimensions inside Ling Han's body that could share the pressure, his mind would have long since exploded from the illusions seeping out from the divine light.

However, now that three streaks of celestial light had gathered, just how terrifying was this?

The three streaks of celestial light were actually all lightning-aligned, but they were not pure. They were Divine Water Yin Lightning, Second Wood True Lightning, and Third Fire Yang Lightning, respectively. Thus, these three streaks of celestial light were completely different, and wreaked havoc in Ling Han's body, instantly severing all his vital signs.

However, if Buddha Doga wanted to kill him, there was no need for him to do so.

He delivered a palm strike, and the three streaks of divine lightning were immediately suppressed, unable to cause any further damage to Ling Han.

This Pseudo Emperor waved his hand casually, and Ling Han channeled three Celestial Cauldrons. They each swallowed a divine lightning, and began to fuse together.