Chapter 202 - Regal Chaosfiend (1/2)
Tianming had once felt that the Flameyellow Rock had its own will. And now, he felt every single one of the eighty-one saintly heavenly patterns pulsating lively, like they were sapient. Countless mysteries of the arcane were contained within in the form of limitless condensed spiritual energy. The moment he touched the tombstone, the eighty-one patterns were like spiritual bodies that seeped into Tianming's body through his arm.
How terrifying. The spiritual energy in them is too intense. Each of the patterns seemed to have enough spiritual energy to fill an ocean. If even one pattern's energy flooded into his body, he could be torn apart from the raging powers! However, the eighty-one heavenly patterns merely gently permeated every corner of his being. Tianming was now s.h.i.+ning as blindingly as the tombstone itself.
I feel like I'm surrounded by an endless ocean of spiritual energy.... The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced. However, why wasn't he being torn apart? He guessed it was because the ancestral blood had filled his own body. The combined power of the ancestors of the Li Saint Clan helped Tianming control the saintly heavenly patterns on the tombstone of Li Shenxiao. With them helping regulate the flow, Tianming felt safer than ever, as if he was being blessed by the ancestors themselves and enjoying their gifts.
While Li Wudi might not know that Tianming was a decabane, he definitely knew that the blood essence was circulating within his body. The tumultuous storm of spiritual energy continued intensifying; the effects of being surrounded by an endless spiritual energy storm was far better than using any spirit medicine or pills. This was proof that he was making endless progress. It only took him revealing himself as a pentabane for Li Wudi to bring him into the ancestral mausoleum to show him these benefits. Who in their right mind wouldn't cherish talent of that caliber?
The saintly patterns continued flowing in Tianming's body, as well as the chick's and cat's.
”This is great!” chirped Ying Huo as it continued converting the spiritual energy into beast ki using the Aeternal Infernal Codex. Its little yellow feathers danced wildly in the storm, revealing the small pink horn on its head.
As for the black cat, it jumped about, trying to pounce on the saintly heavenly patterns on Tianming's body, only to leave a number of scratches over him and miss the patterns entirely. Tianming was at a loss for what to do. Ever since he’d gotten the lazy cat, he was covered in scratches.
”You’d better cultivate seriously!”
”Myaaa!”
After a short round of discipline, the cat finally stopped. It had already refined the saint beast War-Soul and developed a horrifying new spiritsource ability that Ying Huo didn't have. Even with a saint beast War-Soul, the probability of a new spiritsource ability being developed was no more than five percent. Most of it could be attributed to unlocking of the bindings of its Genesis Chaos Thunderfiend bloodline. In other words, the old saint beast War-Soul, the Devil-Monarch Wildsoul, was no more, replaced instead by the Regalfiend Wildsoul.
Now, the cat was a Genesis Chaos Thunderfiend no more. Instead, it was now the Regal Chaosfiend! It was so powerful that Tianming had decided he wouldn't pester it about cultivating b.e.a.s.t.i.a.l arts anymore and let it fight with brute force in the future.
Each of the saintly heavenly patterns was like a sea of spiritual energy, rapidly fueling Tianming's progress. Within his dantian, his infernalsource and lightningsource grew stronger at a horrifying rate. His ten bane-rings and two primordial arts, coupled with the tombstone, made it so that his rate of progress was second to none in the entire Grand-Orient Realm! It was too early for Lady Long to claim to be the fastest rising star ever in the entire realm.
His infernalsource rumbled like a truly h.e.l.lish realm as boundless magma flowed and shook within, while his lightningsource was covered in billions of black lightning bolts like a chaotic overcharged battery. Tianming, the white-haired devil, forged his way forward for four whole days.
The infernalsource and lightningsource in his body finally achieved full capacity.
”Finally, I've reached the ninth Spiritsource level.” Now, he had finally caught up to the top genius of Ignispolis. However, his true combat capabilities were far beyond Spiritsource. It was only after he stabilized his foundations and ended his first round of cultivation that the tombstone began darkening. By the time Tianming opened his eyes again, his surroundings were dead silent.
The mountains behind Shenxiao Mountain were covered in b.l.o.o.d.y mist once more, having calmed down. It was as if nothing had happened.
Tianming turned back, only to see Li Wudi with three jars of wine beside him. He was flat on the ground with his limbs splayed, exposing his round belly and snoring away. He almost seemed to be spending his days too leisurely. Not one bit did anything in his appearance suggest he was a person who held a deep, lifelong grudge.
Tianming estimated the time he had been in here and reckoned the three other bloodlines from the clan would be arriving tomorrow outside the mausoleum.
”Senior Li, shall we go out? The three bloodlines will be here tomorrow. I have directly a.s.similated the seal, so I believe they won't just keep quiet and not make a commotion out of it.”
Li Wudi drowsily opened his eyes. ”Huh? Oh, go out yourself. Don't disturb my rest,” he mumbled.
”Are you coming tomorrow?” His question fell on deaf ears; Li Wudi had fallen asleep once more. Tianming figured he wouldn't be of much use anyway, having been crippled by the Venomdrake Spike.
”Guess I can only count on myself.”
As the descendant of the ancestors that had cared for him so much, he felt not an ounce of fear. He had risen from the ashes at Ignispolis despite all odds. But here in the Grand-Orient Sect, he was bound to blow through all obstacles during his meteoric rise. So, he descended Shenxiao Mountain alone. When he reached the bottom, he saw the Void Kunpeng once more.
This was a legendary saint beast. It was asleep just like Li Wudi, seeming weaker than ever. He wondered how powerful it would be at top form; after all, even the Devil-Monarch Wildsoul was a spiritsource ability that awakened in a saint beast. Naturally, saint beasts with awakened spiritsource abilities weren't lifebound beasts, but rather wildbeasts. Wildbeasts that were on the same level as saint beasts were called demon beasts.
The Regalfiend Wildsoul was actually an awakened spiritsource ability of demon beasts. However, the cat was no longer a Genesis Chaos Thunderfiend, but a Regal Chaosfiend. This kind of change was akin to the process by which Jadefire Armor morphed into Infernal Armor.
Tianming hastened his steps and left the Li Mausoleum. The moment his figure disappeared into the b.l.o.o.d.y mist, Li Wudi, who was supposedly deep asleep at the peak of Shenxiao Mountain, suddenly curved his mouth into a smile.
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That night, in the Grand-Orient Mountains, one could see countless lights in the direction of the main sect mountain peak. There were still countless lifebound beasts roaming the landscape, their fanciful colors a sight to behold. Tens of thousands of beasts of all kinds of species and attributes were everywhere. Only the very best disciples in the seven hundred plus nations neighboring the Grand-Orient Realm could come to the sect to train.