Beast Taming: the More the Better

Chapter 1338: Chapter 547: Qian Yi’s Evolution! Emperor Level!

He opened his eyes and familiarized himself with his Emperor Level spiritual power. Setting aside everything else, his Beast Taming Talents had all made tremendous strides—the line of sight for his Spirit Vision Eye, the speed and altitude of his Levitation Skill, the suppressive effects of his Dragon Might, and a myriad of other miscellaneous enhancements.

And that didn’t even account for the power of the Netherworld God Mark, which he could fuse with at any time.

For Su Ping, describing this trip to the Heavenly Tomb as a complete rebirth would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

However, no matter how great his own changes were, they couldn’t compare to Qian Yi’s transformation at this very moment. Indeed, after opening his eyes, Su Ping didn’t even pay attention to the surrounding situation. He immediately fixed his gaze on Qian Yi beside him.

The reason he had uncontrollably broken through to the Emperor Level was that the power fed back from Qian Yi’s Evolution was so formidable that it had far exceeded his expectations. And with his breakthrough complete, Qian Yi’s Evolution was also drawing to a close.

Amidst the most miraculous Rule Power on this Blue Star, he could already foresee exactly what kind of transformation and elevation his second Pet Beast—one that always brought him endless surprises—was about to undergo.

The light slowly faded.

The figure beneath the fading glow remained standing there motionless. It was as if it hadn’t yet recovered from the afterglow of its completed Evolution, seemingly still savoring the rapidly surging power it had experienced during the process.

Su Ping kept his eyes locked on Qian Yi. At this moment, Qian Yi was vastly different from the Paper Sword Immortal it had previously evolved into.

The most significant change was the Dark Sword tightly gripped in its hand!

The Sword of Death!

This weapon—or rather, a body part—that originally belonged to the Mythical Level creature of the Netherworld God had now become a part of Qian Yi.

Aside from the sword, Qian Yi’s entire body had turned a dark gray. Gone was the cheap, fragile texture of paper. It now looked as though it were forged from the highest-precision steel. Yet, beneath that "steel" lay the writhing sensation of flesh and blood, exuding a powerful aesthetic of raw strength.

Its body had grown another size larger, now standing at roughly 1.6 meters tall. However, it didn’t give off any sense of being short; instead, it possessed an indescribable proportionality.

Coupled with the Sword of Death, which emanated streaks of black death aura like burning flames, Qian Yi at this moment bore absolutely no resemblance to the previous "Sword Immortal." Instead, it looked more like a Sword Demon that had just walked out of hell.

Perhaps it was meant to be this way. As a creature of the Undead Series, this was exactly what Qian Yi was supposed to be!

However, just as Su Ping wanted to take a closer look at exactly how much of a power boost Qian Yi had gained, a tumultuous wave of energy suddenly pulsed from the periphery.

He abruptly turned his head to look, his pupils shrinking.

Unbeknownst to him, countless shadowy figures had emerged in the Darkness, forming an endless perimeter about two kilometers away from them. Among them were quite a few figures that made even him feel a sense of dread.

"ROAR!"

Lord Bai let out another warning roar to assert his dominance.

However, it was completely useless. The Undead that had originally been lingering at the edges actually took another step forward.

"ROAR!"

The Bai Hu’s murderous aura radiated outward. Seeing that his threats were futile, he was just about to attack directly when he suddenly froze in place.

In the very next moment, the countless Undead that had surrounded them in thick layers did something that none of them—not even the Bai Hu—could have ever anticipated.

Millions of Undead—perhaps even infinitely more—suddenly prostrated themselves on the ground at once, as if they were paying homage to their king.