CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: CRAZY BREAKTHROUGH

On the other side, the core leaders of Silence Sacred Land were quite excited.

They watched the firefly-like ghostly spirits continuously converging toward a specific location, not knowing what was happening.

"Where... are they going?"

"Below Ascending to Saint, the manifestation of spirits is a miracle!"

"They must be too unwilling, moved the heavens, hence such a miracle descended!"

"Heaven won’t forsake us Silence Sacred Land, this is a consolation from the heavens..."

"I hope that the junior can come back to life!"

Venerable Yuqu, who had seen all sorts of worldly matters, let two streams of turbid tears flow from his dim eyes.

Wasn’t this scene indeed quite touching for them?

The Supreme Elder suddenly made an astonishing move.

In the Void, he slowly knelt down and bowed three times toward the place where the spirits were converging.

As a Supreme Elder, it can be said that ninety-nine percent of the disciples couldn’t see him throughout their lives.

Even if they did see him, they wouldn’t dare to look up.

The gap in power and status was too immense between them.

Besides, even if the juniors died, the seniors wouldn’t need to pay their respects.

Now, he was bowing to them entirely because of the unending succession of changes causing an overwhelming stir in his emotions.

"Go on, all of you"

Sect Leader Venerable Mirror Origin also knelt down.

"I hope your spirits in the skies blessing us Silence Sacred Land to rise once again to glory!"

Great Elder Venerable Mirror Ring also knelt.

"Bless us in our first battle to achieve overwhelming victory, to slay Mingxin Sacred Land, and forever suppress that witch Lan Ti!"

Soon after, all of the remaining fifty senior leaders knelt down as well.

These ruthless old foxes, were unexpectedly sentimental this time.

And all of the surviving over three thousand disciples, without exception.

Everyone knelt before Jiang Cheng’s soul location, expressions incomparably solemn, emotions immensely heavy, gazes exceedingly reverent.

Unfortunately, Brother Cheng was currently overwhelmed, unable to savor this delightful moment.

He was amidst a world of ice and fire, in both pain and pleasure.

The pain was due to the influx of a hundred thousand spirits; although they lacked independent consciousness after death, they still retained a tremendous amount of pure experience.

What’s the concept of experiences from a hundred thousand people?

Some lived for hundreds of years, some for thousands or tens of thousands, and some even nearly a million years.

Most of their experiences were within these spirit fragments; even one person’s was enough for him to digest well, let alone a hundred thousand.

Within these experiences, there were trivial daily matters, secluded cultivation, and training past experiences.

If not for the system forcibly helping him absorb, he might not withstand three people’s worth before being overwhelmed to lose his self into an idiot.

Because his experiences were less rich than even the youngest among these people.

With the system’s help, this absorption disregarded common sense.

No matter how large, all were absorbed without omission.

His Divine Soul Realm quickly surpassed the Ascending to Saint Barrier, yet it didn’t stop.

Ascending to Saint First Layer!

Ascending to Saint Second Layer!

Ascending to Saint Third Layer!

A hundred thousand spirits were indeed too immense.

If they were ordinary people it’s fine, but the crux was that these were all cultivators.

Each had hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation experience; their divine souls were already exceedingly powerful.

Thousands were in the Daoist Palace Realm.

While the spirits weren’t their entire divine soul, this staggering quantity piled together was ultimately unfathomable.

Ascending to Saint Fourth Layer!

Ascending to Saint Fifth Layer!

Ascending to Saint Sixth Layer!

Poor Brother Cheng had never even been an Ascending to Saint cultivator, completely bewildered by it all.

He only knew his divine soul was becoming increasingly large.

If before, his Daoist Palace Realm divine soul was a small lake, it now had become a vast ocean, still crazily expanding.

Ascending to Saint Seventh Layer!

Ascending to Saint Eighth Layer!

Ascending to Saint Ninth Layer!

Boom!

He seemed to see something explode open, a white emptiness before him.

The sensation was like entering an entirely new world suddenly.

Starting from Soul Splitting Realm, cultivators began to understand divine souls, and cultivation started to involve this domain.

All the way from Spirit Platform, Celestial Fate, Daoist Palace, Ascending to Saint...

By now, the divine soul finally underwent a qualitative transformation!

His divine soul realm had reached the Saint Tier level.

At this point, only a few thousand of those hundred thousand spirits were left.

When this final part fully merged, his divine soul realm thoroughly stabilized at Early-stage Saint Tier.

"Ding, Host has officially resurrected!"

This was indeed the most prolonged resurrection process yet.

Full two minutes, far beyond the 30 seconds resurrection the system initially mentioned.

But in truth, when those hundred thousand ghosts surged in, he was considered resurrected.

After resurrection, he saw the group of elders kneeling uniformly before him.

"What the hell, what are you doing?"

"Did you know I’m going to slaughter everywhere, kneeling early to beg for mercy?"

These two sentences startled everyone present.

Venerable Yuqu and Venerable Mirror Origin hurriedly stood, but did not recognize the young man before them.

"Who are you?"

"Could it be you are the embodiment of our hundred thousand disciples?"

At this time, Jiang Cheng had restored his true appearance, no longer the previous altered visage, which they had never seen, only feeling this lad really damn handsome.

His figure, his demeanor, that faintly discernible mysterious aura, all looked exceedingly extraordinary, far beyond all previous Saint Heirs!

Probably only the hundred thousand spirits converging could create such a unique existence, right?

Their fanciful thoughts were interrupted by Venerable Mirror Ring’s furious roar.

"It’s you!"

"It’s unexpectedly you, that scoundrel!"

He recognized Jiang Cheng.

This time attacking Mingxin Sacred Land, others were targeting Lan Ti; only he was wholly focused on figuring out how to kill that bastard.

"I should have guessed it; only you can be so cunning and ruthless!"

The old man’s eyes emitted fury, immediately deploying his domain again.

"What?"

"He’s an enemy?"

The remaining experts startled, quickly summoned their treasures and Daoist Palaces, surrounding Jiang Cheng.

Indeed, this conforms to the routine!

If pleading for mercy, wouldn’t I lose the chance to show off?

"You’re the one who turned into Venerable Mirror Ring just now?"

The Supreme Elder’s face was expressionless, even his tone devoid of emotion.

But the more so, the more it was a prelude to thunderous fury.

"Yes, it was me. I always leave my name when doing good deeds." Sect Leader Jiang remained honest.

"Why are you still alive?"

"Causing the death of our sect’s hundred thousand disciples, it seems even heaven doesn’t wish to receive you, intending us to punish you..."

This time, the show-off mode was permanent, Brother Cheng wasn’t in a hurry.

But towards Venerable Yuqu’s remark, he wished to voice an opinion.

"Hey, old man, you’re mistaken. Those two thousand were killed by your own hands just now."

"You want to avenge someone, right?"

"Then hurry and commit suicide; you’re the most direct culprits yourselves."

A set of words left the already furious group of elders fuming in pain.

Yet they couldn’t refute.

They were indeed the most direct culprits.

If they had asked a few more questions just now, been a bit more patient and careful, at least the last two thousand wouldn’t have died.

But everyone deliberately avoided this point.

Actually, this incident was a thorn in their hearts.

Now, Jiang Cheng openly pointed it out.