Chapter 64 - The clouds after the rainbow (1/2)

”Whirl!”

”Boom!”

Strands of spirit energy could be seen flowing in the air, mainly the colour of light wind and purple, the spiritual energy in the room was so immense that the walls seem to be breaking apart.

Nightin who was sitting down in the middle, was finally making his final breakthrough to the Martial Lord realm, after four months of training day and night.

To top it off, he also managed to learn and comprehend the first stage theory of all the nine recognised professions, all he was lacking right now is the next stage of applying it to visual practical situations.

Nightin who was sitting down in the middle sucked in all the spirit essence flowing around him, his spiritual core was breaking apart into pieces. The more pieces they break into now, they more his spiritual core would evolve and bring him greater benefits.

There's a reason behind why Martial Spirits are nothing but mere ants in the eye of Martial Lords, when a Martial Spirit undergoes the dangerous change of evolving their spiritual core, their spirit essence thickness and purity including the volume would be increased.

The Martial Lord realm was the first realm of divisions, the second realm of division being past the Martial Saint realm which is unheard of in this cultivation world.

The spirit core can be divided into nine grades, if the spirit core doesn't break apart, that person would be a first grade Martial Lord who would never progress any further. Two times two making it four pieces, will make someone a second grade Martial Lord.

To become a saint, the qualifications would require someone to break their spirit core into seven times seven, forty nine pieces. Many people believe that forty nine is the limit, never would they know that all the Martial Saints are in a dilemma because of this, they didn't have the chance to turn back time.

Even for the younger generation, none of them were able to escape the fate of being capped at forty nine spirit core pieces, this is with the assistance of Martial Saints, countless precious resources, the best cultivation grounds, the strongest cultivation techniques and the perfect foundation to everyone.

Many cultivators in this world are thinking of changing the spirit core into seven grades officially, but every Martial Saint has issued an order of rejection, none of them were willing to accept this new policy. If that really happens, their era would never rise up and they'll eventually collapse.

For Nightin right now, his spirit core was gradually breaking apart into pieces, rapidly breaking apart all the way until thirty six pieces. Just one more step and he would be able to contend against the top geniuses of this world.

”Crack!”

His spirit core reformed again before breaking into forty nine pieces. Nightin scanned within his body, only to realise that this painful process wasn't over. The step towards the Martial Lord realm isn't a small one, the main reason for death is due to weak willpower, if one can't endure the pain, death awaits them on the other side.

”Argh!”

Nightin groaned in pain as he clenched his teeth, sweat was dripping down his back as his robe stuck closely to his skin, his three swords were spiralling around him as his Gale blade stayed above him without moving.

Nightin felt like giving up right now as he forcibly stops the process, that might damage his foundation and roots and end this cruel process, but there was that one rope which suddenly hanged down from above.

”Plop! Plop!”

To Nightin's view, there was a fountain with two circular layers, the beautiful rainbow light source shone upon them as they radiated off bright colours into his eyes. The sky was of a cheerful yellow, the fountain was of peaceful water, the ground was of sturdy protection and to his far end right was a courage gate of flames.

Nightin felt like he was in heaven as he closed his eyes to immerse himself in this peaceful paradise and travel further away from the gate blazing with flames, yet he felt a strong desire tugging his heart. His legs weren't listening to his mind as they inched closer to the gate second by second, one step at a time, every step took him years, but he still made it eventually.

With his half opened eyes, he slowly pushed open the gate and stepped into it.

”Creak!”

In front of him were nine steps, the nine steps were made of dark red jagged rocks, below them were hot molten lava which gave off scorching heat.

The first seven rocks were blazing with a orange glow and gave off the feeling of cooling heat in this dry atmosphere.

Nightin wasn't a fool and understood that the remaining two which has yet to be glowing, are the remaining two grades of his spirit core. If he takes the two steps now, it would lead him one step further. He understood the difference between him and those from space, his talent was probably only that of a mortal there.

With slow steady steps, he stepped onto the first rock, onto the second, all the way until he reached the seventh rock. Closing his eyes, he exhaled heavily as he took out his sword once again, it gave him courage whenever it was within his grasp.

Taking out the eighth step, the flames started to wrap around his body in an attempt to devour him, he had to disperse off the flames before he can advance onto the eighth step. Tightening the grip on his sword, he stepped forwards while mustering all his strength.

”Argh! I can't give up here, this is only the first step of mine in paving out my way to the true cultivation world!” As this thought flashed by, his leg landed on the eighth step safely as it started to glow, he had activated the legendary eighth grade spirit core, but would he be able to continue?