Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he immersed his spirit and concentrated all his power to break through the invisible barrier.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Spiritual Energy within Shen Qing finally reached a critical point. A power like never before exploded within him, instantly tearing apart the last shackles between his Primordial Spirit and Physical Body.

In an instant, Shen Qing felt the world spinning, as if the entire world was collapsing and reforming before his eyes, and his Primordial Spirit, like a true dragon breaking free from its bonds, soared high into the skies.

When he opened his eyes again, a completely different scene lay before him.

No longer confined by his Physical Body, his consciousness seemed to merge with this world, allowing him to clearly sense every fluctuation in space and every flow of Spiritual Energy.

He tried waving his hand lightly and saw ripples immediately spread through the void, even causing the space itself to tremble.

This power was far beyond what the Primordial Spirit Realm could compare to.

Shen Qing felt indescribable excitement and shock surge within him.

He finally understood why the Kongyou Realm was revered as the supreme state—it was not only because one could completely transcend the Physical Body but also because of this profound comprehension and control over the laws of the universe.

He felt like a part of the universe, able to traverse the void at will.

"Is this the Kongyou Realm?" Shen Qing muttered to himself, then burst into laughter.

With a single thought, he encompassed the entire treasure vault within his Divine Sense.

"Huh, I can't sense Liu Chengyan and the others' presence. Could it be that they have all perished?" Shen Qing's brow furrowed slightly, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

There were no celestial bodies in the treasury; he could not sense the passage of time and changes, but from the looks of it, even the Formation had grown dim, it seemed at least nearly a year had passed.

"Never mind, everyone has their own fate. It looks like there's something here suitable for me to go and take."

Shen Qing activated the Great Void Shifting Technique, traversing hundreds of miles in a single step, arriving in front of a Golden Hall.

He placed his hands on the massive doors and pushed them open.

Accompanied by a dull booming sound, the interior of the Golden Hall gradually revealed itself.

The Golden Hall was dim and filled with an aura of cold desolation and ancient times.

Shen Qing stepped inside.

Whoosh!

The moment Shen Qing entered the hall, a series of dull, zombie-like gazes shot his way.

In the hall stood two rows of differently shaped Ancient Cultivator corpses.

These corpses were in tattered clothes, their eyes devoid of life, leaving only emptiness and silence.

Their attire suggested they were all Cultivators from the Tai Xuan Sect.

Only, after countless years, their vitality had been eroded away, leaving only a will lingering within them, turning them into walking corpses.

Shen Qing's gaze swept over these corpses, his curiosity deepening.

He wondered what the Tai Xuan Sect had gone through during the Ancient Times to end up like this.

Unfortunately, no one could answer this question.

The corpses, baring their teeth and clawing, flew at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing dared not be careless.

These Ancient Cultivators had been strong before their life force was extinguished, their flesh as tough as iron.

Even just their shells were not to be underestimated.

Spiritual Power surged within Shen Qing, and his hands quickly formed a seal, executing the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal.

A golden light burst forth in front of him, condensing into an ancient large seal that filled the entire hall, a powerful force enveloping the Golden Hall.

"Annihilate!" Shen Qing shouted lowly, and the golden seal shone brightly, pressing down like a mountain, obliterating the Ancient Cultivator corpses as it passed, leaving not even a trace behind.

Shen Qing's heart skipped a beat, not expecting his cultivation in the Kongyou Realm to be so strong.

The Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal had become several times more powerful, and using it, he didn't feel the slightest bit exhausted; he still appeared vibrant.
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"I really don't know, if I were to break through to the Unity Realm or even the legendary Heaven's End Realm, what kind of state would it be."

Shen Qing's lips curved slightly upwards, growing more expectant for the future.

Having dealt with these obstructions, Shen Qing continued deeper, arriving in front of a massive crystal at the back of the Golden Hall.

This crystal was as tall as a person, standing quietly there, radiating a soft and pure light.

Shen Qing approached and saw a simple and ancient bow sealed within the crystal. Intricate totems were engraved on the bow body, exuding a sense of ancient vicissitude.

This bow had shone like the sun within his Primordial Spirit's perception, impossible to ignore.

Now, standing before it, it felt even more so.

This bow was extraordinary, likely a magic treasure from Ancient Times, or perhaps an even rarer treasure.

Shen Qing held his breath and concentrated, carefully touching the crystal, then suddenly struck it with his palm.

Crack, crack, crack!

A series of soft cracking sounds continued.

Under Shen Qing's gaze, the crystal transformed into specks of light and dissipated into nothingness.

Only the bow slowly floated in front of him.

Shen Qing gently picked up the bow, and an indescribable connection was established within his Primordial Spirit.

On the bow body, a line of ancient text slowly appeared: "Hou Yi's divine shooting, shattering all things, stabilizing heaven and earth."

"Is this…Hou Yi's Bow?"

Shen Qing held the bow before him and scrutinized it closely. An overwhelmingly dominant aura hit him, giving him the illusion of standing atop a high mountain under the Golden Crow.

"Extraordinary, truly extraordinary." Shen Qing was delighted, "This Hou Yi's Bow is definitely a divine weapon."

While Shen Qing was immersed in the joy of obtaining Hou Yi's Bow, a deep rumbling suddenly came from the depths of the Golden Hall, as if something was awakening.

His heart tightened, and he looked around, only to see the originally calm Golden Hall beginning to shake. Ancient runes rose from the ground, converging into a massive seal, firmly trapping him.

"Hmm?"

Shen Qing pondered inwardly. Given the decorations of this ancient hall, its status within the Tai Xuan Sect must be high; it would unlikely lack prohibitions.

Perhaps thousands of years had caused the hall's prohibitions to lose their effect, but with such an extraordinary Hou Yi's Bow, the Tai Xuan Sect definitely wouldn't let it be taken easily—likely, a backup formation had activated.

Just as he thought this, an overwhelming oppressive force descended from the sky.

Shen Qing looked up and saw a colossal demon beast phantom condense, its eyes like two burning stars, locked onto Shen Qing as if intending to devour him.

The palace suddenly darkened, thunder roared, and a lightning bolt as thick as a barrel tore through the sky, striking directly at Shen Qing with a formidable heavenly might falling upon him.

"Hmph, trying to suppress me with this kind of heavenly might?" Shen Qing snorted coldly, his hand tightly gripping Hou Yi's Bow, Spiritual Power surging within him fiercely.

He fully executed the Great Void Shifting Technique, veering to the side and traversing through the void, skillfully avoiding the attack.

At the same time, he tensed the bowstring in his hand and shot an arrow.

The Sun Shooting Bow Technique surged.

An arrow, forged from amassed Spiritual Power, streaked through the night sky like a meteor, colliding with the lightning, generating a deafening explosion, mutually annihilating.

Immediately after, the surrounding space twisted, and countless demon beast phantoms converged again, lunging at Shen Qing from all around.

Shen Qing's eyes were resolute, showing no signs of backing down.

He pulled the bowstring fully once again, arrows following one after another.

Arrows, like a torrential downpour, poured out.

Above, rounds of light that resembled the sun exploded continuously, all the demon beast phantoms shattered entirely, obliterated.

But the next moment, these beasts reassembled.

Shen Qing smirked, noticing that the aura of these newly appeared demon beast phantoms was much weaker than before.

He did not hesitate, his movements unceasing.

The combination of Hou Yi's Bow and the Sun Shooting Bow Technique displayed a terrifying scene.

The beast phantoms burst under the barrage of arrows, continually transforming into nothingness, breaking apart before they could even fully form.

After all, with the erosion of many years, the measures left by the Tai Xuan Sect were hard to maintain.

Soon, under Shen Qing's continuous shooting, the formation casting over the Golden Hall began to crack, and then with a loud "crack", it completely shattered.

When the formation broke, the demon beast phantoms also dissipated like bubbles, and the Golden Hall once again returned to calm.

Shen Qing stood in place, silent.

He placed Hou Yi's Bow into the Hundred Treasure Pouch and, without looking back, walked out of the hall, heading to the next location.

Having come here, how could he possibly leave empty-handed?