I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 234 - 140 Sword Dao Divine Power (Please Subscribe)

Huh?

After confirming receipt, Chen Yi was not pulled directly into the dream realm as before.

Instead, he saw rows of golden glowing characters successively appear on the light screen panel.

[Name: Chen Yi, Age: 45, Cultivation: Fourth Grade Spirit Aperture Realm (Limit Break), Sword Dao Mystical Realm.]

[Slain one commoner, slain two martial artists of Seventh Grade Origin Transformation Realm, slain thirteen martial artists of Fifth Grade Core Formation Realm, slain ten martial artists of Fourth Grade Spirit Aperture Realm, slain five martial artists of Third Grade Heavenly Union Realm, slain one martial artist of Second Grade Divine Travel Realm.]

[Slain one hundred and thirty-two demons, among them one of Second Grade Realm...]

Chen Yi looked at this information with suspicion, was this calculating the number of killings he had caused?

But, how could he not remember having killed any commoners?

After thinking it over, he was sure he hadn’t killed any commoners.

The only possibility Chen Yi could think of—the Sword Qi on the Little Jade Sword he left for Xia Wanwan had killed a commoner!

Could it be that his birth mother, Xia Wanwan, had also encountered an assassination attempt?

While he was thinking about this, he saw new content once again appear on the light screen panel, following the past killings.

[With Slaughter Sword Intent passing through the obscure, you belong to White Tiger among the Four Directions Life Palace, stand atop Taizhou Mountain in the west, Heaven and Earth Bridge erected beneath, ascend through the sword!]

[Condense the seed of Sword Dao Divine Power—White Tiger!]

White Tiger... Slaughter...

Four Directions Divine Beasts?!

But before Chen Yi could ponder deeply, he suddenly felt the world spinning around him.

Then, he heard a deep and mighty roar that reached his ears, causing his mind to falter, and he felt his heart tremble.

As his consciousness blurred, Chen Yi saw the surrounding darkness transform into a cosmic starry sky.

Seven enormous stars shone brightly, encircling him.

Among them, the three most dazzling stars, in red, black, and blue, cast their light upon him one by one, marking his body with several intricate and bizarre seals.

Then, a pale giant tiger appeared in a descending posture from the stars, approaching him slowly.

The next moment, he saw the White Tiger step on one of the stars and let out a heavenward roar.

A terrifying Slaughter Intent spread out, spanning the cosmos, astonishing in its might.

Chen Yi dumbly watched all this, his thoughts already frozen, devoid of any ideas.

Until the White Tiger turned into a stream of light, suddenly merging into his brow, a series of pale Slaughter Intent flowed from top to bottom, along his meridians into his limbs and trunk, bones, flesh, and even his hair.

At the same time, a cold and stern roaring voice resounded in his mind, echoing like a saint’s proclamation across all directions:

"Amass Tan Lang, Po Jun, and Seven Killings Star as ’White Tiger’ Divine Power, master of Slaughter!"

As the voice thundered throughout the cosmos, Chen Yi’s face remained calm, with a pale sword imprint emerging at his brow, the sword tip pointing downward, the hilt upward.

Three small stars circled above his head and shoulders, with a strong White Tiger vaguely emerging behind him, its eyes sharp.

[With the Slaughter Intent of Tan Lang, Po Jun, and Seven Killings Star, condensing ’White Tiger’ Divine Power, masters... Slaughter!]

Yet, Chen Yi sat cross-legged amidst the cosmos, his expression serene, as if unaware of the changes around him.

"In heaven as stars, on earth as fiends, Divine Monarch Palace, attest through Slaughter!"

Roar—The Tiger’s roar echoed again!

The vast starry heavens slowly spiraled and shrank until they appeared like a painting hanging in front of Chen Yi, and then a gleaming golden light screen emerged.

Subsequently, one after another, golden seal script characters successively emerged.

[Name: Chen Yi]

[Age: 45]

[Cultivation: Fourth Grade Spirit Aperture Realm (Upper Section)]

[Talent: Late Bloomer—The older the bone age, the faster the cultivation speed.]

[Nine Revolutions Profound Gang Technique: Great Success—Dantian illuminates like the bright moon, Profound Gang shines like thunder.]

[Sword Dao: Divine Power—White Tiger, Divine Monarch Palace, attest through Slaughter!]

[Rebellion Point: 0/100]

Not until the light screen disappeared did the tree hollow return to darkness, with a pale sword light enveloping Chen Yi’s body, dimly illuminating the inside of the tree hollow.

Yet he was unaware of these changes, still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, in peaceful countenance.

Only his hands, which were originally resting on his knees, now formed seals in front of his chest, fingers crossed upwards like a blooming lotus flower.

In the faintness, one could see a small White Tiger leaping and frolicking between his hands, seemingly playing.

After a while, the Little White Tiger appeared tired from the play, yawned hugely, and rested lying down between his hands.

"Wuu..."

...

As Chen Yi ascended to Sword Dao Divine Power Realm, the longswords by the side of every Sword Cultivator across the Tianyuan Continent vibrated several times.

Especially in places where Sword Cultivators congregated, like Sword Edge Mountain, South Pole Sword Sect, Hidden Sword Villa, and other Sect Holy Lands, it felt as if a sharp Slaughter Aura had gripped them, with a continuous chorus of sword cries.

In the Southern Barbarian Land, the night sky was originally shining with stars, but suddenly, dark clouds pressed down, the thick clouds spreading for thousands of miles, lightning flashing within, and thunder rumbling.

But that lightning was not the bright silver-white, it was a pale color, hidden beneath the clouds.

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At the same time, the dense forest was enveloped by a thin mist.

Even places with the Southern Barbarian Sect’s unique sacrificial Blood Seal around the altar were shrouded in a thin layer of white smoke, like a sheer veil before one’s eyes.

"Gali?"

"Kwei!"

A crowd of barbarians poured out, guarding outside the grand and majestic palaces of the Southern Barbarian Sect, as if facing a great enemy.

The leading female barbarian, draped in furry attire and much smaller in stature at only two zhang long, wielded a golden staff and shouted two sentences in the barbarian language.

The entire Southern Barbarian Land vaguely trembled, attempting to resist the surrounding white fog.

Beside her, several tall barbarians wearing white Demon Beast masks danced around her, occasionally uttering a few barbarian growls.