Ancestral Spirit Realm, North World.
On a vast desert, stood a rocky mountain close to 10,000 metres high, in the mountain, there were dense wind caves, scattering out the Evil Shakra power, so that in the sky above the mountain, thickly shrouded with a bizarre gloomy clouds.
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint came to the bottom of the desert, cloaked in long, in his gaze, with a cold look, said, “Come out!”
“Wow…”
From those wind caves, densely packed Rakshasa Clan cultivators rushed out, numbering over a hundred thousand.
Among them, there were also more than sixty Rakshasa with double wings, soaring in the dome of the sky and charging towards the Nine Spectres Sword Saint.
It was important to know that any Rakshasa with wings possessed the cultivation of the Saint realm.
The Nine Spectres Sword Saint was fearless, a pair of holy eyes stared forward, and immediately, there were dense sword qi flying out, like tens of feet high waves, splitting the attacking Rakshasa into a mass of blood mist.
At the same time, the Nine Spectres Sword Saint grabbed a holy sword and flew into the sky, killing into the group of Rakshasa Saints.
Every time the sword slashed down, a Saint would die.
About two hours later, this desert was filled with tens of thousands of Rakshasa cultivators’ corpses.
Only the Nine Spectres Sword Saint was still standing straight on the desert, his body spotless.
When some of the great figures from the Heavenly Court Realm saw this scene, they were all a little surprised.
“This Saint from the Kunlun Realm is also too powerful, it is estimated that he already has the strength to fight against Saint Kings.”
“This person is only at the Saint realm, and with his attainments in the Dao of the Sword, according to the division of the Daoist lineage, he should have already cultivated the Eight of Swords to the Great Perfection. Focus on this person, write down his name, we must bring him into our Ten Thousand Cities Realm.”
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Ancestral Spirit Realm, Western World.
Chu Siyuan stood in the centre of a large lake, holding a two-metre-long brush and using blood as ink, he was drawing on the surface of the lake.
“Kill.”
On the four sides of the great lake, there were hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa Clan armies, including more than eighty Rakshasa Clan Saints, rushing towards him, and the entire heaven and earth was wrapped up in dark red Evil Rakshasa Qi.
Chu Siyuan injected his spiritual power into the painting and shouted, “The sun shoots blood beads that will drip to the ground, and the wind turns over the flames that want to burn people.”
In the next moment, the water in the great lake, as if it had turned into oil, burned violently.
In a matter of moments, a thousand miles in a radius was turned into a sea of fire.
In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa Clan troops were burnt to ashes.
Of course, those Rakshasa Race Saints with high cultivation realms didn’t burn to death as they spread their wings and immediately fled towards the distance.
“Still want to leave?”
Chu Siyuan used a paintbrush and quickly sketched on the surface of the lake.
With every stroke, a fire dragon flew up from the lake and chased after the dozens of Rakshasa Clan Saints who were still alive. Soon, in the sky, there was the sight of more than a thousand fire dragons flying together, burning all the Rakshasa Clan Saints who tried to escape.
Some of the great worlds in the Heavenly Court Realm were once again stirred.
“This old man’s spiritual strength is infinitely close to the fifty-fifth rank. The point is, his attainments in the Dao of Painting are just too terrifying.”
“Why hasn’t this kind of person broken through to the Saint King realm yet? Could it be that he is deliberately suppressing his realm just to wait for the Saint Merit Battle?”
“Not necessarily, it’s not necessarily because the cultivation environment of the Kunlun Realm is too poor, making it difficult for them to break through to the Saint King realm.”
“Make a note of his name, this person’s attainments in the Dao of Painting are so high, and after coming to the Celestial Court Realm, with a large amount of cultivation resources, it’s only a matter of time before he breaks through to the Great Saint realm.”
Whether it was the Nine Spectres Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan, or some of the other Kunlun Realm’s older generation figures, they actually all possessed quite terrifying natural talent, only that the environment suppressed them, causing them to cultivate for hundreds of years, but they were also still stuck at the Supreme Sage Realm.
The Sword Dao of the Sword Saint of the Nine Phenomena, and the Painting Dao of Chu Siyuan, had all reached extremely high levels. Their hundreds of years of accumulation was not something those juniors could compare to.
Soon more than twenty days passed, and Zhang Ruochen cultivated in the inner space of the Space-Time Crystal Stone for three whole months, refining all the Condensed Truth Holy Dew on his body.
“Reaching the realm of half-truth and half-void, it’s still a little bit short of the True Saint realm.”
The Heavenly River in Zhang Ruochen’s Qi Sea became much more solid, and a single Saint Dao rule was revealed, flowing in the river.
It was only one final step away from “transforming emptiness into truth”.
“Still underestimating the Tongtian River’s need for Condensed Truth Sacred Dew, it is estimated that three thousand drops of Condensed Truth Sacred Dew are still needed to break through to the True Saint realm.”
“Other Saints, they only need five hundred drops of Condensed Truth Sacred Dew to break through from the early Tong Tian Realm, to the True Saint Realm. Even a genius like Bu Ji only needs two thousand drops. I, on the other hand, have refined ten thousand drops, and surprisingly, it’s not even enough.”
“Where else can I find three thousand drops of Condensed True Sacred Dew?”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a bitter smile, then, walked out of the Space Crystal Stone.
Coming to the Ancestral Spirit Realm, the length of the Sacred Eating Flower’s growth had become particularly fast, and the flower at the top of the vine had already withered, and in its place was a tiny fruit.
This was the second fruit that the Food Saint Flower had produced!
The first time the Food Saint Flower blossomed, the fruit it bore was the virtual body of the Food Saint Flower.
The virtual body had already become one with its real body.
The second time the Sacred Flower blossomed, the fruit it bore was the physical body of the Sacred Flower.
Of course, right now, the second fruit had only just taken shape, and there was still a long way to go before it matured.
Zhang Ruochen asked, “How much blood and holy souls have been collected?”
The Sacred Flower Eater took out two precious bottles and handed them over to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen used his spiritual power to probe and frowned slightly as he said, “Only 1,540 drops of blood and 2,032 strands of Sacred Soul.”
“Master, I’ve been going all out to catch up, I only encountered Rakshasa and killed them in passing.”The Sacred Flower Eater said.
Zhang Ruochen put away the two precious bottles, took out the map, and asked, “What location are we at now?”
“Jade Gold Mountain Range.”Sacred Flower Eater said.
Zhang Ruochen found the location of the Jade Gold Mountain Range on the map and said, “Spending more than twenty days to travel two million miles, I can see that you’ve tried your best.”
“However, it’s still a long way from the Giant Whale River Basin.”Sacred Flower Eater said.
“Therefore, we must save time …… and only borrow wormholes. You see, at the end of the Jade Gold Mountain Range, with the Giant Whale River Basin, there is a wormhole that can connect the two places.”Zhang Ruochen said.
On the map, the location of each wormhole space was marked.
The Sacred Flower of Eating advised, “Master, never. All the wormholes in the Ancestral Spirit Realm are all under the control of the Rakshasa Clan, with a large number of armies and powerhouses guarding them.”
“I’ve also gone to explore that wormhole in the Jade Gold Mountain Range. There are millions of Rakshasa Clan troops stationed there, and the number of Saints is over a thousand, and there’s even more than one Supreme Saint’s aura that radiates out from the troops.”
“With that many powerful people gathered together and striking a blow at the same time, a Saint King wouldn’t be able to withstand it. What’s more, in the vicinity of the wormhole, there are also a large number of formation inscriptions, so for us to barge through would undoubtedly be asking for death.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes, narrowed slightly as he said, “Surprisingly, there is such a huge amount of Rakshasa Clan cultivators gathered, it seems that wanting to take down a wormhole really isn’t an easy task.”
“That’s right.”Sacred Flower Eater said.
“However, they are also a great amount of merit value, and I’m really a bit unwilling to give up just like that. Follow the original route back and take me to that wormhole space to have a look.”Zhang Ruochen said.
Since Zhang Ruochen had made a decision, the Sacred Flower Eater was naturally unable to resist and had to lead him, rushing to that wormhole at the end of the Jade Gold Mountain Range.
Zhang Ruochen sat in the Golden Step Dragon Carriage, and while rushing, he took out the thousands of War Soldiers that the Sacred Flower Eater had collected and gave them to the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword to refine.
Those war soldiers were not of a high grade, and the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword’s refining degree was extremely fast, refining three or four war soldiers almost every breath of time.
Zhang Ruochen picked up one of the axe shaped War Soldiers and felt the aura above the giant axe and detected an extremely evil force, “Is this the Evil Shakti Qi mentioned in the book? It’s a bit weaker compared to the Evil Qi of Death, and is similar to the Blood Bane Qi of the Immortal Blood Race. It seems that in the Hell Realm, the status of the Death Race should be higher than the Rakshasa Race and the Immortal Blood Race.”
The advantage of the Undying Blood Race was that their life force was strong, and their fleshly body strength was over the average human cultivator, so they could cultivate to fleshly sainthood more easily.
The males of the Rakshasa Race, almost all of them were born with divine strength, and their physical bodies were also extremely powerful, enough to be comparable to the Immortal Blood Race.
The females of the Rakshasa Race, however, possessed extremely high talent in terms of spiritual power, and could more easily cultivate to become spiritual power half saints, or even spiritual power saints.
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While Zhang Ruochen was rushing to the Jade Gold Mountain Range Wormhole, a large number of Saints from the Blade Prison Realm, one of the Seven Realms of the Shadrachians, had also gathered here.
Because, they had received news that the Sector Son of the Blade Prison Realm had spotted the Southern World’s Merit Book Wall in the Giant Whale River Basin, so they were prepared to rush over to meet up with the Sector Son.
At this moment, they were gathered inside a canyon roughly twelve thousand miles away from the wormhole, and there were more than eight hundred and fifty Saints.
Among them, for that matter, were two Supreme Saints and six True Saints.
A male True Saint with a scaly face said with some disdain, ”Apart from those First Class Marquises, the rest of the cultivators of the Rakshasa Clan are all rabble and are not to be feared. Today, we’ll round up and kill all the Rakshasa guarding the wormhole, just so we can earn a large amount of merit value before rushing off to meet the Realm Son.”
A Supreme Saint sitting at the very top, with a total of six arms and a long white beard, snorted lightly, “Xu Fang, don’t think that you can be arrogant just because you’re ranked in the top twenty amongst the True Saints of the Blade Prison Realm. A few days ago, Old Man encountered a Rakshasa Clan’s one Second Grade Marquis and was nearly killed by the other party. What do you think, how does your strength compare to that of Lao Fu?”
“Really? The strength of a Second Grade Marquis is also so terrifying?”
The True Saint called Xu Fang revealed a shocked expression.
The Six-Armed Supreme Sage nodded and said, “In the Rakshasa Clan, only those who have reached the Saint realm can be named a Marquis. Marquises are further divided into ten classes.”
“Lower realm Saints, are tenth grade Marquises.”
“Middle realm Saints, are ninth grade marquises.”
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“A Rakshasa who has just reached the Supreme Saint realm is only a third grade Marquis.”
“Only the top powerhouses within the Supreme Saints can be crowned as Second Grade Marquises.”
“As for the First Grade Marquis, each one of them is a legend, and can be called an invincible existence under a Saint King. Right now, there are only a few First Class Marquises that have shown up, and everyone should have already heard of them. In just over twenty days, each one of them has killed over a thousand Saints of the Shadrach Seven Realms.”
“Even if one of the Rakshasa Clan Saints guarding the wormhole had a Second Grade Marquis, it would cause us to suffer heavy losses. If we encounter a First Class Marquis, I’m afraid we’ll be wiped out.”
“It’s better to be careful, after all, we’ve collected a lot of blood and holy souls that must be safely delivered to the Giant Whale River Basin
