Chapter 1225 - Thirty-three Levels (1/2)
Chapter 1225: Thirty-three Levels
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen’s sword mastery could rival that of the top-tier sword master talents. The sword master rules he refined were more profound than palm master rules.
Rules of sword mastery gathered like spider nets, condensing a saint sword that was dozens of feet long.
It was a sword shaped into a saint look.
It was not a human shape.
Most of the saint looks condensed by monks were giant human shadows that looked exactly like the monks themselves.
Even sword warriors were no exceptions.
Only few of them could condense sword shapes into saint looks.
“Continue.”
Zhang Ruochen separated the rules of fist way and condensed the third saint look.
The third saint look wasn’t in human shape either, instead, it was a tumbling saint river above Zhang Ruochen. It looked like a real river.
“Is that the mythical Water Luo?”
Zhang Ruochen knew that he could only perform the fist way saint look because of Luo Water Fist Technique. Luo Water Fist Technique was a fist technique created by Luo Xu, which contained the essence of Luo Water.
It was only a river, yet it had its saint way rules. How could it not be amazing?
“I have to get back to Heavenly Devil Mountain and see the Luo Water,” Zhang Ruochen whispered to himself.
Blackie’s eyes popped and looked at Zhang Ruochen like it was a demon. It said, “What did you do, Zhang Ruochen?”
Four-wing Silver Light Crane was also shocked. It wondered how terrific that human being was.
The more saint looks emerged, the heavier the Four-wing Silver Light Crane felt. Fortunately, it had solid cultivation, otherwise it wouldn’t have enough strength to carry them anymore.
“I don’t know what’s happening either.”
Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath. He didn’t dare keep refining saint looks anymore as he was afraid that something might go wrong.
“I thought you were very knowledgeable. Do you know any other creatures who can refine so many saint looks?” Zhang Ruochen asked Blackie.
“No.”
Blackie kept shaking its head and it didn’t know what had happened to Zhang Ruochen.
However, Blackie immediately changed and said, “I’ve learnt of some legends in an ancient cla.s.sic. It says that some mysterious creatures a long time ago were able to refine more than one saint look and condense several saint sources.”
“What kind of mysterious creatures?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“Creatures that don’t belong to any of the five elements,” Blackie said.
Five elements: Gold, wood, water, fire and mud.
Everything in this world belonged to the five elements.
Zhang Ruochen said, “I’ve refined five elements chaotic body, which means I’m still within the five elements. How will you explain this?”
Blackie smiled, “Those are mere legends. I don’t believe there’re any creatures who can transcend five elements, unless they’re G.o.ds.”
“Don’t overthink. If you can refine one more saint look, then you can form one more saintly source. Perhaps it’s better for you to refine your saintly way. Not every creature gets the opportunity you have.”
Zhang Ruochen then talked with Blackie for a while, asking it the questions about turning to saints from half saints.
After all, Zhang Ruochen had been exploring by himself without a proper guide. He’d only learnt some methods to refine saint looks and condense saintly sources from books.
Zhang Ruochen started to refine saint looks again after the talk.
His sword master, palm play and fist way had all been refined into saint looks, and now, he was going to refine time way and s.p.a.ce way.
Both time way and s.p.a.ce way were shapeless, and the saint looks they were condensed into were also shapeless. Only Zhang Ruochen was able to see them.
Time saint look and s.p.a.ce saint look didn’t have any forms. They only looked like two giant whirlpools.
Blackie also noticed that. Its eyes popped, and it took out a hundred-patterns saint weapon and threw it toward the s.p.a.ce saint look.
Pi Pa.
The hundred-patterns saint weapon was dragged inside by the whirlpool around the s.p.a.ce saint look.
An invisible force twisted that hundred-patterns saint weapon, and then, an iron ball the size of a fist fell from the sky.
“A hundred-patterns saint weapon is very solid, yet it’s been pressed into an iron ball.”
The four-wing silver light crane was so scared that it started to s.h.i.+ver. It feared that the saint look might drag it inside and kill it.
Blackie was a bit surprised. It then took out another hundred-patterns saint weapon and threw it toward the time saint look.
Peng.
The second it touched the whirlpool around the time saint look, it exploded and turned into metal powder.