C8

The Art of Shocking News

Dugu Yifeng finally got rid of the title of "Idiot" and no one was laughing at him anymore. At the same time, everyone was looking at him with reverence. At this moment, he finally fit his identity as a prince. The wangfei also looked at him strangely. After all, the change in his son from beginning to end was too great …

The next night, the prince called Yifeng out. In the empty backyard, the prince heard everything.

"Feng, do you know why I called you out?"

"Royal Father, your son is ignorant. I wonder why Royal Father called me here."

"Ha, ha! You don't know that it's natural, because it was just my idea. "

Dugu Yifeng muttered in his heart: "Since that's the case, why did you ask me just now? I'm sick." Of course, he could only say this sentence in his heart, but he could only say it out loud, "Please enlighten me, Royal Father."

Dugu Zhantian said slowly: "Alright! I'll tell you! Our Dugu Family has a family's secret technique, its name is Desolations Emperor Divine Spell, only talented people with direct blood from my Dugu Family can learn it, although you are my son but your talent is stupid, you do not like martial arts, Royal Father did not force you, did not pass it down to you. However, today I realized that you are not stupid, and you could even be considered to be talented. I decided to teach you the [Desolations Emperor Divine Spell], hoping that you, my son, would bring glory to him, and let me, Dugu Xianwei, shine. "

After the experience with laozi's saliva, Dugu Yifeng finally heard his laozi enter the main topic.

Desolations Emperor Divine Spell was a type of body refining technique, a total of twelve levels, the first level being Qi Cultivating, the second level being Qi Cultivating, the third level being Qi Condensation, the fourth level being Core Formation, the fifth level being Dan Shattering, the sixth level being Black Iron, the seventh level being Bronze, the eighth level being Silver, the ninth being Gold, the tenth being Dark Crystals, the eleventh being Dark Crystals, and the twelfth being Universe.

Legend has it that after reaching the fifth level, one would be invulnerable to weapons and weapons, and be able to pierce through metal and stone. Upon reaching the seventh level, one would be immune to all poisons, and it was difficult to destroy water and fire. When one reached the ninth level, one could use their body to withstand thunder and lightning and ascend in power. If one trained to the twelfth level, one would be able to reach the divine body. Unfortunately, no one had ever heard of anyone who could reach the seventh level, let alone the ninth and twelfth level that could ascend by day.

If he could reach level 12, then he would be a god. Not only would he be able to reach level 9, but he would also be able to ascend by leaps and bounds by leaps and bounds by leaps and bounds. Damn, that would also mean becoming an immortal!

Dugu Yifeng, who was lost in his fantasy, inadvertently asked: "Then what level has Wu Tie reached?"

Dugu Zhantian heard his son ask him, and he could not help but show a trace of pride on his face, and said leisurely: "I started to practice this godly technique since I was three years old, now I have reached the fourth level in thirty-nine, thirty-six years, and now I have almost broken through to the invulnerable fifth level. Even if it's just the fourth level, as long as it's not a godly weapon, I will not be able to harm a single hair on father's head."

Dugu Yifeng immediately said coldly, "So it was thirty-six years before I connected to the fourth layer."

"Of course."

Dugu Zhantian, who was lost in his own self-satisfaction, couldn't hear his son's words in time. When he came to, he saw his youngest son covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

Dugu Zhantian fiercely hit his youngest son on the head, and then said angrily: "Brat, what do you know? The Desolations Emperor Divine Spell was an ancient divine art, a type of divine cultivation technique. Compared to the immortal cultivation technique of the legends, how much higher was it? Even if the cultivation method has not reached a hundred years, it would still be very difficult for it to reach father's level. Furthermore, this Divine Art does not only rely on one's own talent, but also luck. "

"Oh! "So that's how it is. Then how long does it take for Royal Father to watch his son reach the 12th level?" Dugu Yifeng asked.

Dugu Zhantian looked at his son and said, "It will at least take 100,000 years!"

"What about the ninth floor?" Dugu Yifeng refused to give up.

"It should be close to ten thousand years!" Dugu Zhantian answered casually.

Dugu Yifeng felt the sky spin and the earth spin. His entire body was powerless. Ten thousand years. A hundred thousand years. Could he live for so long? Even if he could live that long, by that time, not to mention his parents, just saying whether Earth existed or not would be a problem. Was he really hopeless to return home in this lifetime? God, you are ruthless! "

Looking at his son's depressed look, Dugu Zhantian comforted him, "Feng, actually, it doesn't have to be that long. As long as you are lucky and talented, you can ascend in a thousand years or even become a god."

Dugu Yifeng felt full of energy in his whole body, but when he heard that he had to rely on luck, Dugu Yifeng was stunned again, "Just by relying on the wall of my previous life, when you see the wall fall, you can walk on it, even if you go to a bank, you would run into a bank robber, and for no reason, there would be bombs for you to lean on, and even after you die, you would be eaten by a black hole. Can you practice well?" Dugu Yifeng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Dugu Zhantian didn't know why his son was sad. He thought it would take too long for his son to cultivate the Godly Technique. He was afraid that his son would be greedy so he slowly asked, "Actually, father's words can be considered to be conservative? Some people haven't even reached the level of being able to ascend by the sun for tens of thousands of years, let alone becoming a god. "

Dugu Yifeng, who was deep in thought a moment ago, suddenly became dejected. He seemed to have lost his soul and told his father that he was not feeling well. He would go back tonight and give a reply to Royal Father tomorrow. He then slowly walked out of the back garden and headed towards his own room.

Dugu Zhantian looked strangely at his son who was walking out of the back garden step by step. That figure was indescribably desolate and helpless, but Dugu Zhantian thought he was mistaken. After all, how could a three year old child be so sad? Dugu Zhantian shook his head and slowly walked out of the back garden.

Who would have thought that there would be someone in this world who had reincarnated with the memories of his past life? Even if he could, he wouldn't have thought that his own son was one of them right?

Dugu Yifeng, who was sitting in front of the window, looked at the crescent moon in the sky and then looked at his own shadow. He couldn't help but think of the words he had written about sadness in his previous life, "A lonely crescent moon can't help but form a river of tears." A stream of tears couldn't help but flow down his face …

(Would Dugu Yifeng be able to return to Earth in his parents' lifetime? Would he be able to master Desolations Emperor Divine Spell in a few years?) Please continue to pay attention to Devouring the World.)