The Imperial God Emperor

Chapter 45 – Ancient Book Repayment

Ye Qingyu was surprised, about to ask the voice why. At this moment, he had already floated thirty feet tall. Accompanied by the sound of an object darting through the air, shackles of black chains emerged from the air and walls, firmly clinging to Ye Qingyu's body…

“Aching..”.

Ye Qingyu sighed, feeling the pain that radiated through his entire soul. Every bone in his body seemed to be smashed into pieces, and caused an inability to gather yuan qi. He fell to the ground, hit a hard surface, and did not recover for a long time.

If he was not at the peak of body refinement, with strong muscles and durable bones, this would definitely turn him into meat paste.

“Hahahaha ....” From the next page came a thunder-like rumbling sound, not at all disguising his joy from Ye Qingyu's misfortune.

Ye Qingyu sat down, rubbing her back. Other than being shocked and offended, he could not help but feel awe. The walls of the courtyard were filled with formations that prevented any noise from passing through, so for the laughter of this person to be clearly heard, the laughing person had to have a terrifying strength.

On top of his head, the shackles still trembled, slowly fading away.

Ye Qingyu carefully inspected these objects and found that this was in no way ‘benggu’. These were black runes that were grouped together, forming dense beams. It seemed that he had previously floated too high and activated some sort of formation. That was why he was hit so hard and had such a painful experience.

“Fuck, wait until your father I am strong enough, I will definitely dismantle this formation..Ouch, ouch, it hurts so.”.

Ye Qingyu bitterly cursed.

The voice from behind the wall sounded again, “Good little boy, you have the same temperament as me. You have ambition, I like you.”

Ye Qingyu continued to breathe violently and after recovering from the pain all over her body, her curiosity appeared. He shouted loudly, “Who is the person behind the wall? Why are you laughing at my suffering so hard?”

This time, there was no answer.

Ye Qingyu was slightly surprised, shouting loudly again.

There's still no reply.

“Damn him, is he mute?” Ye Qingyu quietly boiled over, and seeing that the discussion would not continue, did not ask any further. He began to sit in a meditative position, recovering the yuan qi he had expended to try to control the object and float.

Previous experiments, had spent over a quarter yuan qi in Spirit springs. The consumption cannot be ignored.

Just after an hour, the amount of yuan qi in his body recovered to its previous condition.

Ye Qingyu nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, something unexpected happened.

As yuan qi recovered to its optimal condition, Ye Qingyu could suddenly feel an active heat in his mind. Before he could react, his sea of consciousness suddenly shone with a golden splendor. The mysterious Bronze Book [Fiendgod* Titled Chart] [**1] was activated, vibrating with a humming sound, as if to be alive.

“What happened?”

Ye Qingyu was shocked by the incident.

At this moment, he could clearly feel within the desert world within his dantian, the yuan qi within the Spirit spring as if it had lost control. It spread wildly throughout his body, finally turning into a stream of heat that entered his sea of consciousness and was absorbed by the Bronze book.

The speed at which this happened was extreme.

There was no way Ye Qingyu could control this process.

In the blink of an eye, half the energy in the Spirit spring was forcefully absorbed by the Bronze book, [Fiendgod Titled Chart].

And this process, continues to become increasingly violent.

Under Ye Qingyu's panic, she quickly tried to stop yuan qi, wanting the yuan qi inside the Spirit spring to stop flowing outside.

From the point of view of an expert in the Spirit Spring stage, the yuan qi within the Spirit spring was the foundation of everything. After everything was gone, not only would martial artists need to repeat the [Making Yuan] process to dig out new Spirit springs, it would also injure the foundations of martial artists.

But the suction power of the Bronze book was great. No matter how Ye Qingyu struggled, even using a nameless breathing technique to prevent absorption, the effect was not very useful.

Within his dantian world, the Spirit spring seemed to have turned into a fountain. It was crazily spouting out spirit qi, heading towards the Bronze book within its sea of consciousness.

Ye Qingyu's body, as if losing control, was even difficult to move.

Time passed by second by second.

This process lasts for approximately an hour.

An hour later, Ye Qingyu's face was deathly pale, gasping for breath.

The Spirit spring that he had managed to dig after so much effort had been sucked completely dry, turning into a wasteland again. There was only a deep, dry crack hole left, where the Spring Eye used to be…

An unprecedented feeling of weakness and inadequacy, enveloped Ye Qingyu's entire body.

He was like an old man who had lived his life, reaching the end of his path. The flame of his life was like a candle blown by the wind, probably extinguished at any moment.

“I'm done, I'm done, this time I'm completely finished..This Bronze Book is too evil, it really absorbs all the yuan in. The inner yuan that I have developed so hard has become the property of this Bronze book .. “

Grain of sweat that was as big as a pea, started dripping from Ye Qingyu's forehead.

His brain was working hard, thinking about all the possibilities, trying its best to find a solution.

At this moment, within his sea of consciousness, the vibrating Bronze book [Fiendgod Titled Chart] finally stopped moving. It was emanated with a pale golden light, extremely bright and luminous.

Strange characters and writing characters appear on the fine cover of the book Bronze. Faintly one could see a faint red color on these characters, as if they were written using blood.

This scene is so strange.

The next second, something abnormal happened again. A pale golden light, as if sucked in by a giant whale, entered the inside of the Bronze book. The originally smooth ancient book was as if it was exposed by the spring breeze, crashing unexpectedly and automatically opening …

Ye Qingyu's vision was not bad, but even he could only vaguely see the scenery within the book, unable to clearly see what was written.

And then the Bronze book closed seamlessly again.

Then, it started buzzing and shaking again.

Before Ye Qingyu could react, a pale golden light gushed out again, turning into a long barrage of yuan qi. It passed through an endless sea of consciousness, as if traveling through space, and once again entered into Ye Qingyu's four limbs and bones. The energy contained within it was even purer and warmer, eventually turning into an inner yuan flow, returning to a dry Spring …

This type of change was entirely outside of Ye Qingyu's calculations.

And what it brings is inexhaustible energy.

Ye Qingyu could clearly feel that his body, which had become malnourished and starving, was once again beginning to be filled with life. The feeling of weakness was completely swept away, and what replaced it was a force even greater than its previous condition.

In his inner vision, the dehydrated spring eyes had been filled with signs of life again.

The diameter of this spring was at least ten times larger than before, at least fifteen or sixteen meters in diameter. The water yuan qi in it was clear and bubbling as if boiling water, filled with vitality. It was purer by who knew how many times, and one could not observe the slightest bit of dirt within it.

The yuan qi spring erupted in the air as if it was a geyser, shooting over several hundred meters away. This surging roar was like the growl of a dragon.

“My inner master is much purer than before, with faster flow rate and greater potential! The rate at which he nurtured the desert had a direct impact on your cultivation speed, this meant that the time until digging for new Spirit springs had shortened as well!

Ye Qingyu was stunned as well as excited.

He never imagined that such a thing would happen.

After the Bronze book completely absorbed all of his inner yuan, Ye Qingyu thought he was completely finished. He had decided that this Bronze book was some kind of evil object, and had never thought that the Bronze book would absorb the yuan in and purify it, returning it to him once more.

This process, like repayment.

The newly acquired inner yuan was purer, more viscous, and more resilient. It's just a completely new change.

“This Bronze Book is definitely a treasure!”

Ye Qingyu had already assessed without any uncertainty.

If according to the normal cultivation speed, according to Ye Qingyu's estimation, he would need at least a month before the purity and size of the Spirit spring reached such a state and had such vitality and flow rate!

But through the Bronze book, [Fiendgod Titled Chart], absorbing and returning the yuan in, in less than an hour this was completed.

Ye Qingyu realized he had found a treasure.

A priceless treasure.

Just through the fact that it could help in cultivation, this type of treasure was enough to break into the top ranks of Spirit instruments!

His mood suddenly changed for the better.

“Hahahaha... when luck comes, nothing can stand in his way.”.

The Bronze Book that he had only discovered by chance, who would have thought it was an extremely magical item.

In a state of excitement, Ye Qingyu observed his sea of consciousness.

He could only see that within the sea of consciousness, the Bronze book returned to its previous state of calm and peace. It did not tremble or buzz anymore nor was there any light emitted from it. It was as if it had once again returned to endless sleep.

Ye Qingyu tried to communicate with him using his will, but there was no reaction at all.

Too mysterious.

It seemed like this Bronze book, the [Fiendgod Titled Chart], truly contained an endless mystery.

Ye Qingyu guessed that through the absorption and return of the deep yuan process, the Bronze book had also received some sort of energy replenishment, so some changes had occurred with it. But most likely, his inner yuan stage was too far away and unable to meet his needs at all.

In other words, in order to awaken the Bronze book, it takes a large amount of yuan in?

Of course, this was only Ye Qingyu's guess.

But after all, the existence of this Bronze book should not be known to others.

Ye Qingyu's mind was sharp and cunning. He was able to guess some of the secrets and mysteries behind this Bronze book and made up his mind.

As her emotions calmed down, Ye Qingyu thought of something again. With the will of his heart, the Bronze book came out of his sea of consciousness. Accompanied by the shining light, the palm-sized book again appeared in his right hand.

It was still heavy as before.

Ye Qingyu tried to open the book.

The first page can be opened.

This page Ye Qingyu had already opened before, and what she saw was a strange character set in some sort of index.

It was still a character from the Fiendgod Age, complicated and complicated. For normal people, once seen it will make them dizzy.

But not for Ye Qingyu.

Through these days of study, Ye Qingyu had comprehended all the books about characters and forgotten languages. He was able to recognize characters from the Fiendgod Age, although his comprehension was still basic, but he was able to grasp the general meaning.

Ye Qingyu could clearly remember the first time he tried to open this Bronze book, he was able to open the first page and see something similar to the index. But for the next pages, he could not open them in the slightest, no matter what method he tried.

But this time it's different.

The first line of characters on the index is not gray but has changed to a pale gold color.

“This means..”.

Ye Qingyu suddenly moved, his finger placed on the silent character. The sensation seemed to touch the delicate skin of a lover, and the previously closed page automatically opened, switching to the directed section of the book.

On a palm-sized page, an illusion-like virtual projection was generated.