After a brief moment of contemplation, Master Liangqiu shook his head with a smile, “God Cloak? Let’s forget about that, it’s the legendary pinnacle of spiritists.”
“In my lifetime, I won’t reach it, even if I had ten more lives—ten thousand more years—I doubt I’d have the chance.”
Master Liangqiu’s words weren’t baseless.
Beyond Venerable lies Supreme.
Beyond Supreme lies Martial Venerable.
And beyond Martial Venerable lies Half-God.
That’s a supreme realm, a being truly imbued with divine power.
What kind of talent, effort, and fortune would a martial cultivator need to climb from Supreme to Half-God?
In the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield, no one dared claim they could reach Half-God.
Forget Half-God—even Martial Venerable felt distant, unimaginable.
In truth, the gap from Supreme to Half-God mirrored the leap from Dragon Mark Saint Cloak to God Cloak.
It seemed like just one realm, but in reality, it was an unreachable chasm.
“Master Liangqiu, I’ve heard that God Cloak Spiritists wield power comparable to Half-God martial cultivators—is that true?” Hu Xian Niangniang asked.
“The ranks of spiritists are Insect Mark, Snake Mark, and Dragon Mark,” Liangqiu began.
“But legend says God Cloak Spiritists don’t follow the Insect, Snake, or Dragon Mark tiers.”
“From the start, they possess Dragon Mark-level power…” he continued.
“From the start, Dragon Mark-level? So God Cloak Spiritists don’t have tiers?” Hu Xian Niangniang pressed.
“Not quite, God Cloak Spiritists do have tiers—more of them, even,” Liangqiu replied.
“From weakest to strongest, they are…”
“White Dragon Mark, Gray Dragon Mark, Blue Dragon Mark, Purple Dragon Mark, Gold Dragon Mark, Royal Dragon Mark, Immortal Dragon Mark, Venerable Dragon Mark, and Saint Dragon Mark.”
“Nine tiers? That perfectly matches the nine ranks of martial cultivation!” Hu Xian Niangniang exclaimed, her face lighting up with shock alongside Wuming Xingyun.
Both had devoted themselves to spiritist techniques, favoring them over martial cultivation.
To them, a Half-God martial cultivator held less allure than a God Cloak Spiritist.
It had always been an undeniable truth that spiritists lagged behind martial cultivators.
But if God Cloak Spiritists truly possessed power no weaker than Half-God martial cultivators, that was a point of pride for them.
Though they’d never reach that realm in their lifetimes, it proved that mastering spiritist arts could rival martial cultivators—attaining godlike power.
“You two, how are you so calm?” Hu Xian Niangniang suddenly turned to Liangqiu Chengfeng and Master Longxuan.
Compared to her and Wuming Xingyun’s excitement, Liangqiu Chengfeng and Longxuan showed little reaction.
“I can understand Liangqiu Chengfeng—he grew up by Master Liangqiu’s side, he knows what the master knows, no surprise there,” she said.
“But Longxuan, what’s with your act of composure? Don’t tell me you already knew all this?” She shot him a skeptical, almost scornful look.
Today’s revelations from Liangqiu were things they’d asked about countless times before, only for him to brush them off—his willingness to share now stemmed purely from his elation.
To them, God Cloak Spiritists were shrouded in mystery, a realm they barely understood.
Since *she* didn’t know, she naturally assumed Longxuan didn’t either.
“You think everyone’s as ignorant as you, unaware of even basic knowledge like this?” Longxuan smirked at her, his grin dripping with mockery.
“Oh, getting cocky, are we? Then spill it—where’d you hear about God Cloaks?” Hu Xian Niangniang challenged. “Don’t say it was Master Liangqiu—he wouldn’t tell you, and neither would Chengfeng.”
“I didn’t say before because I feared misleading you, it’s just hearsay—I wasn’t sure if it was true,” Liangqiu interjected.
“Master Liangqiu, don’t overthink it—what you said is true, God Cloak Spiritists do wield power to rival Half-God martial cultivators,” Longxuan said with unshakable certainty, unlike Liangqiu’s hesitation.
“What makes you so sure?” Hu Xian Niangniang rolled her eyes at him.
“I’m not just sure—forgive my bluntness, but I might know more than Master Liangqiu,” Longxuan declared.
At that, not just Hu Xian Niangniang and the others, even Master Liangqiu’s gaze shifted toward Longxuan.
“Master Longxuan, you really know more about God Cloaks?” Liangqiu’s interest in the topic was palpable.
“Master, you’re actually buying what he’s saying?” Hu Xian Niangniang chuckled.
“I’m telling the truth, Master—yours is hearsay, mine’s solid fact,” Longxuan insisted.
“Fine, let’s hear it then,” Hu Xian Niangniang said, eyeing him like she was waiting for a punchline.
“Haven’t you noticed? The nine tiers of God Cloak Spiritists—White Dragon Mark to Saint Dragon Mark—mirror the progression of spiritist ranks: White Cloak, Gray Cloak, Blue Cloak, Purple Cloak, Gold Cloak, Royal Cloak, Immortal Cloak, Venerable Cloak, and Saint Cloak?” Longxuan asked.
“Do you even need to point that out? Anyone can see that,” Hu Xian Niangniang retorted.
“Then here’s the question: we’ve got White Dragon Mark to Saint Dragon Mark, but what about God Dragon Mark?” Longxuan pressed.
“How should I know? I don’t know squat about God Cloaks—if you do, enlighten us,” she snapped.
“The answer’s simple: God Cloak isn’t the ultimate realm for spiritists, there’s something beyond it,” Longxuan revealed.
“Oh?” At that, not only did Liangqiu and the others perk up, even Hu Xian Niangniang—who’d doubted him—grew intrigued.
“Beyond God Cloak, there’s another realm?” Liangqiu couldn’t help but ask.
“Master Liangqiu, there is indeed—it’s a realm that can rival True God martial cultivators,” Longxuan affirmed.
“What realm?” Liangqiu pressed.
“True Dragon Spiritist,” Longxuan answered.
