Divine Son Reincarnated With A Domination System

The spiritual energy coming from the system entered his body slowly, making Tang Yin a quick and safe level up.

Since the spiritual energy bestowed upon him by the system was so docile, it allowed him to use it at will and process it quickly, making the whole process easy to perform and carry.

From Level 7 to Level 8 he moved up easily, but the spiritual energy kept coming to him, so he didn't stop, and soon he had reached half this level, making him frown a little.

'I'm not going to stay that close; I'll go straight up.' He thought and immediately swallowed five pills of the Spiritual Advancement.

These went down his throat and soon became an intense stream of spiritual energy pouring all over his body as his spiritual entrances began to absorb it quickly, so as not to waste any of it.

Still, he soon frowned and popped another five pills into his mouth.

'Shit, this divine soul sure does consume.' He thought and began to process again.

This time, the amount of spiritual energy in his body had increased drastically, so his face was sweaty as he tried his best to process it as fast as possible.

Moving the spiritual energy back and forth in his body and putting it into his spiritual bowl slowly, his cultivation began to move again.

This time, it wasn't slow, he quickly reached the top of level 8, and soon entered directly into level 9.

Just as he arrived here, the spiritual energy continued to be processed as it was converted into cultivation, and so he spent several hours cultivating, until all the spiritual energy had been processed.

His cultivation had been stuck at the ninth level since he arrived, but that is normal.

Just as he finished this, Tang Yin wanted to open his eyes, but soon felt his body falling from a high place and felt a powerful sword energy on his skin.

This stunned him, so he instantly opened his eyes and found himself in an immensely large place.

The entire ground was black sand, while a large number of shooting stars were crossing the sky from one side to the other.

It didn't stop, stars kept constantly passing by, as if there was an immense rain of stars in this place.

Tang Yin was stunned to see this. He had never seen anything like it before. But in his memory, there was a memory of a similar scene that is written in the history books of his sect.

'The First World?' He thought in shock, but soon, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a small movement nearby. He turned his gaze doubtfully.

There was a muscular man who looked to be about 40 years old with a sword in his hand.

There was absolutely nothing interesting about the sword.

It was not even an external spiritual weapon.

It was simply a sword forged from the most common iron of all.

In fact, around this man was a hammer, common iron, and a blacksmith's table.

So, Tang Yin could assume that the sword in this man's hand was forged by himself.

Still... 'Why a normal sword?' Tang Yin thought and carefully approached this man to avoid attracting his attention.

He only wanted to see what this man was doing in front of him.

The man didn't notice and didn't care either.

He simply looked at his sword with a calm and peaceful face. He had no action on his face, but his eyes revealed an intense pride and a powerful presence.

After looking at his sword for a moment, he turned his gaze to the sky and stared at the stars passing through this huge and beautiful sky.

After looking at them for a moment, he put the sword in his hand, in the scabbard he had made specifically for it.

There was nothing special about the scabbard. It was the most common of the most common Tang Yin had ever seen.

Once he put it in his scabbard, the man grabbed it with his left hand and went back to looking at the sky for a long while.

Minutes passed, 10 minutes, 15 minutes...

30 minutes...

One hour later, the man who had been standing in the same place all this time finally moved.

His right hand moved at an incredible speed towards the sword in his left hand and grabbed it by the handle, then his body leaned forward a little, without him averting his gaze from the sky.

Following that, he made a small movement with his right hand as if he wanted to unsheathe it, but after this small movement, he pulled his sword firmly back into the scabbard.

And soon, 32 flashes came out from this place and, with a flash...

*SWING*

A deep sound of something splitting sounded throughout this place, as four shooting stars that were traveling at enormous speeds were split into four parts, and there was a powerful explosion in the night sky.

"Tsk, only 32." Said the man in frustration.

His voice sounded ancient and reverberated throughout the area.

This left Tang Yin in shock.

'This... Is 'that' technique!? Shit, 32 flashes!?' He thought in shock, recognizing the blade technique he recently learned as this one.

There was no mistake, the initial concept was the same, it was the authentic technique that has never been given a name!

Still...

'Who the hell is this man!? How is it possible that he can create 32 flashes of this absurd technique, without taking a single damage to his body!!?' He thought in shock and remembered his wife.

The time she showed him the highest peak she had ever reached came to his mind.

His wife, a peerless genius, had managed to create 16 flashes of this sword technique after training for hundreds of years.

That was already a shock to the cultivation world on the entire plane.

That time, she received quite heavy damage to her body from the recoil of this technique. It was then that she realized that the higher go in this technique, the more dangerous it is, for she had not received damage from such a technique in hundreds of years until that moment.

'How is it possible that this person can create double and not take any damage?' He thought in shock, but after the man turned around and drank water, he returned to his original position and launched that powerful attack again.

32 flashes again, and he scowled in intense frustration, which left Tang Yin in shock.

"It's hard to reach your level, Tang Wuming. But I assure you I will make a place for myself. I will build my throne high in this world and you will see how mighty the swords are." Said the man at that moment, other words that shocked Tang Yin.

'Great Ancestor Tang Wuming!?' He thought in shock, remembering the great ancestor of his clan.

The only one on his plane to have borne that name and also... The most powerful existence remembered from his sect.

The founder of the Tang Family.

As Tang Yin was deep in thought, an explosion followed by another and another brought him to the moment.

The man had launched successive attacks of this technique, all of which created 32 flashes.

And so, the hours and hours passed.

A place that seemed to have no day, only night.

After countless hours watching this, Tang Yin felt he was gaining a lot.

Every time this man launched an attack, it was surrounded by intense learning for him, and this left him stunned.

So much so that he didn't even sit down or wonder again what kind of place he was in.

And soon, the man looked at his sword again and pulled it out of the sheath.

It had already totally shattered the sword, so he smiled.

He tossed it aside and patiently made a new one.

Some unknown time later, he was again in the same position without making any movement.

Words began to come out of his mouth as he gazed up at the night sky and the numerous shooting stars.

"Blades were made to murder. To cut. That's why sword techniques are focused on horizontal attacks, which give you the most cutting force. My sword technique, Swordsman's Pride is not a cutting technique..."

"Swords were not made to assassinate, but to demonstrate a new way of fighting. My sword technique, Swordsman's Pride, I made it to demonstrate how powerful we swordsmen can become."

"If it's not a cutting technique..., What is it?"

"No, my sword technique was also created to cut planets. So, it is indeed a cutting technique, but with an expanded world-level view... Should I change the position?"

His words reflected his thoughts as he tried to find the problem in his sword technique.

"A new position..."

"A position of Pride..."

"The hammer of Tang Wuming. The Spear of the God Xin. The Scepter of the Goddess Abrilth..." His mind wandered back and forth as he began to recall the battle form of all the great ones he could remember.

A while later, his eyes glowed brightly, and he looked at his sword for a moment.

Then he quickly strapped his sword to his back, making it stay with the handle facing up.

After that, he looked up at the sky with intense excitement in his eyes.

He moved his hand slowly to the handle of his sword but did not make a move, he simply watched the shooting stars cross the sky again and again.

"And The Sword of Yan Zitao!" he shouted and slightly moved his right hand up and then firmly placed it on his scabbard again.

His small movement created a powerful sword energy all around, and before he finished a blink, a powerful explosion proudly in the distance...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

...

Explosion after explosion, over and over again...

128 times!

128 stars, 128 times!