Immortal Machine Mountain.
By the lakeside under the Spirit Mountain, after Zhang Ruochen recovered, five-coloured rays of light shot out from his body, as if he was casting and refining his body with five-coloured divine stones, full of inexhaustible power, making him feel unprecedentedly unrestrained.
Even the sky above Spirit Mountain seemed to be affected by the power within his body, condensing a five-coloured holy cloud for a long time.
“Heavenly River Division.”
Zhang Ruochen’s body, which automatically flew off the ground, flew hundreds of feet into the midair and struck out a Luo Water Fist Technique.
“Rumble.”
Deafening sounds of wind and thunder resounded throughout this piece of heaven and earth as a heavenly river silhouette presented itself, suspended in the sky dome, erupting with a heaven-destroying power that shook the Spirit Mountain gently.
Falling back to the ground, Zhang Ruochen withdrew his overflowing Saint Qi, and the multicoloured luster on his skin gradually faded, internalising into his flesh and blood.
Qing Mo was very pleased and let out a silver bell-like laughter, “Congratulations, Your Excellency, your injuries are healed and you will be invincible from now on.”
Zhang Ruochen smiled and nodded, when suddenly, a sharp pain came from all over his body, cold sweat broke out on his face, a blood vein protruded out, his legs were weak, and even standing was a bit unsteady.
The smile on Qing Mo’s face froze, and he hurriedly dashed over and assisted Zhang Ruochen, saying, ”Prince, what’s wrong with you? Could it be that there was an accident during the healing process?”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t know what was going on, he only felt a piercing pain emanating from every blood vein, meridian, and holy vein as if it was about to shatter all over again.
With his hands behind his back, Gu Songzi stepped out from the hut and hummed lightly, “Although the three veins in your body have been fully restored, even better than before, but, after all, they have just been conceived as if they were newborn babies, where can they withstand the violent handling of the blood qi and holy qi?”
Gradually, Zhang Ruochen felt that pain within his body, gradually diminishing and soothing.
Zhang Ruochen was smart enough to understand the meaning of Gu Songzi’s words and asked, “How long do I need to recuperate before I can fight someone?”
“With your physique, just half a month should be enough. Seeing that you, a brat, are quite agreeable, I am not in a hurry to drive you away, for the next half a month, you will stay here to recuperate!”
Ancient Pine Zi said lightly and left again with an idle stroll.
Qing Mo stared at Gu Songzi’s back and suddenly felt that this eccentric old man was not as unkind as he appeared.
“Gongzi, are you feeling better?”Qing Mo asked with concern.
“It’s fine, it’s because I was a bit too hasty myself.”
Zhang Ruochen smiled to himself, then, taking a deep breath, the heaven and earth aura in a hundred-mile radius transformed into a thread of light patterns and surged into his body, slowly flowing through his meridians and Sacred Veins.
It was only after a series of ten large circumferences of tempering that the pain completely disappeared.
“Gongzi, I’ll go catch a savage bird and come back to make soup, so I can give you a tonic.”
Qing Mo performed his body technique and ascended the lofty Spirit Mountain, disappearing in a layer of white mist.
Ancient Songzi had lived here for hundreds of years, so it was evident that this place must be quite safe, thus, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t worried about Qing Mo encountering any danger, and was prepared to go all out in his cultivation, using this half-month to further his cultivation.
Zhang Ruochen was well aware that once the news of his appearance at the Immortal Machine Mountain spread out, it would definitely attract many enemies over. Only by becoming stronger in cultivation would he be able to gain a greater advantage in the ensuing fight.
“Huh!”
Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power entered the Qi Sea and was surprised to find that the Buddha Emperor’s Sharizon was actually suspended in the Qi Sea, located above the Pure Destruction Divine Flame, emitting ten thousand feet of golden light and filled with a divine flavour.
“The Buddha Emperor’s Relic was obviously swallowed by me in my stomach, how could it appear in the Qi Sea?”
Feeling astonished, Zhang Ruochen stretched out one of his right hands and placed it at the centre of his eyebrows.
“Wow…”
The Buddha Emperor Relic flew out from the Qi Sea, passing through the Divine Martial Seal on his brow and falling into Zhang Ruochen’s hand, only the size of a peanut metre, with a single Buddhist text floating on it.
How could Zhang Ruochen not have expected that this remodelling of the three meridians would accidentally dissolve the hidden danger that was the Buddha Emperor’s Shariko?
“It should have been during the forming stage of the meridians and holy veins, as the holy qi raced, it also brought the Buddha Emperor’s Sharizi into the Qi Sea.”
Zhang Ruochen revealed a bright smile, it was true that a great calamity would bring good fortune, it seemed that his luck would get better and better in the future.
Re-incorporating the Buddha Emperor’s Sherri Son into the Qi Sea, it instantly levitated back above the Pure Destruction Divine Flame and slowly rotated.
The power released from the Sherry Seed caused Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation to increase at a tenfold rate even if he didn’t run his gong methods.
“The Buddha Emperor’s Sherri Son is truly a priceless treasure, no wonder so many cultivators want to obtain it. With it, it shouldn’t take long for me to cultivate Xuan Huang Qi and become a Xuan Huang Realm Saint.”Zhang Ruochen secretly said.
After entering the Saint realm, every level up was as difficult as climbing up to the sky.
It was with the assistance of the Buddha Emperor’s Relic that Zhang Ruochen was able to break through a realm and become an Upper Realm Saint despite having all three veins shattered.
Now, not only were all three veins renewed, but with the assistance of the Chaotic Qi, Pure Destruction Divine Flame, and the Buddha Emperor’s Sharis Seed, the rate of cultivation enhancement would only become even faster.
“Spiritual strength, it should have reached the middle stage of the fifty-third rank.”Zhang Ruochen made this judgement.
Spiritual power strength, in fact, was not that detailed in terms of division, only the number of orders.
However, being a spiritual power cultivator, one had a different assessment of one’s spiritual power strength. A spiritual power cultivator who had just broken through to the fifty-third rank was definitely far inferior to those characters who had already been cultivating at the fifty-third rank for decades.
In Zhang Ruochen’s opinion, the strength possessed by a spiritual power cultivator of the Fifty-Three Steps corresponded to a very huge span between a Martial Dao Saint of the Thorough Earth Realm and the Heavenly Realm.
Therefore, he divided the fifty-three stages into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak.
The early stage and middle stage, corresponded to Earth Thoroughfare Realm Saints.
The late stage and peak, corresponded to Heavenly Realm Saints.
Undoubtedly, the Divine Concubine Immortal Concubine of the Earth Goddess Hall and the Immortal Divine Flux of the Immortal Goddess Hall were both at the peak of the fifty-three stages.
Moreover, with their exquisite control of spiritual power and the awesome treasures they possessed, it made their strength far exceed that of a normal peak fifty-three rank spiritual power Saint. I’m afraid that only a figure of the Tongtian Blood General’s level would be able to contend with them.
The fifty-fourth ranked Spiritual Power Saint corresponded to True Saints and Supreme Saints.
The spiritual strength of the Painting Sect’s Sect Master Chu Siyuan was the peak of the fifty-fourth rank. Taking one step further and reaching the fifty-fifth rank, he would step into a brand new world and become a Spiritual Force Saint King.
Of course, what appeared to be a step away was a thousand times more difficult, and it was unknown how many Spiritual Power Saints were stuck at that level.
Just like Chu Siyuan, at the peak of the fifty-fourth juncture, he had been stuck for a hundred years at least.
Zhang Ruochen had gone from the early stage of the fifty-third juncture to the middle stage of the fifty-third juncture in just a few days, which was absolutely astounding in the eyes of other Spiritual Power Saint. All of this was because of the Buddha Emperor’s Relic.
If Chu Siyuan was able to obtain the Buddha Emperor Relic Seed, I’m afraid that he would be able to make a breakthrough in an instant and step into the level of Spiritual Force Saint King.
Next, Zhang Ruochen took out the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword, cupped it in his hand, closed his eyes, and a feeling of blood and flesh connection was born.
Using any other sword, one would not have such a feeling.
“Swish.”
Zhang Ruochen’s arm shook, and the huge black sword stabbed out, his feet following with subtle footsteps, leaving behind an illusory silhouette by the lake.
The sword followed the body, and the body followed the sword.
Dancing the sword right there, Zhang Ruochen was mesmerised, not using his holy qi, just using pure sword strokes.
Heavenly Heart Sword Technique.
True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique.
Nine Death Sword Technique.
Time Sword Technique.
……
As long as it was a sword technique that Zhang Ruochen had once cultivated and flipped through the sword dictionary, one move and one stance, at this moment, it was naturally performed, no matter what sword technique it was, each move was very coherent and appeared to be flowing and just right.
It wasn’t until in the distance, a charming scent drifted in, that Zhang Ruochen collected his sword momentum and stopped.
“Having already comprehended the ninth realm of the Seven of Swords, there is only the final tenth realm left, Sword Out Without Regret, and I will be able to cultivate the Seven of Swords to the great circle and be named a Sword Saint.”
Zhang Ruochen’s heart was still quite expectant, as a sword cultivator, who wouldn’t want to become a Sword Saint?
Right now, Zhang Ruochen was only one final step away from that realm that everyone dreamed of.
The tenth level of Sword 7, Sword Out Without Regret.
“Sword Out Without Regret, it seems that it is no longer a Sword Dao realm, but more like a life realm.”
Zhang Ruochen frowned, always feeling somewhat unable to grasp that final layer of the realm, could it be because he didn’t have enough experience?
The scent wafting in was even stronger, making Zhang Ruochen unable to meditate at all, so fortunately, he stopped thinking about it and prepared to go with the flow.
Qing Mo also didn’t know where he had grabbed a sixth rank savage bird from, but he had actually made a large pot of soup, the soup looked golden, and there was not only meat in the soup, but also some spiritual herbs.
Gu Songzi had already rushed out of his hut a long time ago and squatted beside the cauldron, staring with a pair of wide eyes, swallowing his saliva ceaselessly as he said, “Miss Qing Mo, it seems that you also have a deep research on the dan dao?”
“No research.”Qing Mo said.
“Impossible, the thirteen types of spirit medicines that you added into the soup, each of them has a different medicinal property, yet they are able to complement each other, making the medicinal properties extremely powerful, comparable to a half of a Saint Pill. Such a pairing is something that even old me has never seen before.”
Gu Songzi’s eyes did not leave the cauldron and licked his lips, asking very anxiously, “Hasn’t it been boiled yet?”
Qing Mo said, “This is the great tonic soup I boiled for Gongzi, and there is no share for you, why are you so anxious?”
Gu Songzi had been alone in Immortal Machine Mountain for hundreds of years, always swallowing blood pills to replenish the consumption of his physical body, and had never eaten food.
All of a sudden, Qing Mo however, boiled a large pot of soup outside his door, with Qing Mo’s culinary skills, coupled with the aroma emanating from the soup, one could imagine how great the attraction of this pot of soup was to Gu Songzi?
Gu Songzi said seriously, ”Zhang Ruochen has just recovered from a serious illness, it is not suitable for a large tonic. On the contrary, it’s the old man, who has been starving for hundreds of years, and was already thin and weak, falling down with the wind, and laboured to help Zhang Ruochen refine the Pulse Embracing Pill, lately I feel like my eyes can barely see the road, and my head is so foggy, so it’s just the right time to take a tonic.”
Zhang Ruochen came from afar, and hearing such shameless words from Gu Songzi, he couldn’t help but reveal a smile and said, “As long as Senior Gu can tell us the secret about the Dead Race, this pot of soup and meat will naturally have a share for you.”?
