Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 533 - 345 Vengeful Spirit Skill_2

Chapter 533 -345 Vengeful Spirit Skill_2

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of incense turned into a golden light rain that fell down, with golden light flowing like water, flowing over the Divine Statue’s abdomen, submerging the cave entrance.

After a moment of glittering golden light, the wound on the abdomen of the Divine Statue had vanished into thin air, its body as good as new and emitting a faint majestic pressure.

The Power of Incense was elusive, yet through the Vengeful Spirit, Zhao Sheng was now exceptionally clear in sensing it.

Indeed, after years of diligent research, combining Qiu Santong’s Summoning Divine Skill and several lifetimes of experience, he had created an unprecedented secret technique of Divine Tao.

The full name of this technique is the Vengeful Spirit Fake Body Puppet Skill, simply called the Vengeful Spirit Skill. The essence of this technique lies in artificially creating a Vengeful Spirit, using the main Vengeful Spirit’s body to indirectly gather and control the Power of Incense.

The Power of Incense is a lower form of Will Power yet three parts more mysterious than nature’s spiritual energy.

Will Power originates from the Innate Five Virtues Dao, which is some kind of manifestation of the power of the Tao. In the Constant Sand World, Will Power is magical and almost omnipotent.

The Innate Five Virtues stand side by side with the Innate Five Great Five Luck, divided into Saintly Virtue, merit, Blessings, Yin De, and Moral these five Tao.

As for the mysteries of the Five Virtues, even ordinary mortals are aware, so there is no need to elaborate.

Of course, Zhao Sheng had no illusions about penetrating the Innate Five Virtues Dao through the Power of Incense.

His goal was very simple, firstly, to explore the mysterious Will Power as preparation for his future breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Secondly, he wanted to evolve the Five Passes God into the Five Elements—Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—and then settle within his fleshly body’s five viscera to transform into a Spirit God.

The Vengeful Spirit Skill was just the starting point for one of Zhao Sheng’s grand ambitions; it was merely a rudimentary form that would continue to be deduced and perfected in the future.

Perhaps he would discover that this path was a dead end, and he might need to tear down and rebuild it several times.

For the time being, the Vengeful Spirit served only as a container for collecting the Power of Incense, not yet of much use.

However, Zhao Sheng had time. He could wait. If not in this life, then in the next.

He rolled up his sleeves and slapped his spirit beast bag with his right hand.

A flash of light and shadow passed, and suddenly there was a White Hedgehog on the Magic Platform as big as a calf, but with a body as pure as jade.

The beast’s eyes, like jade beans, flickered with an intelligent light, clearly indicating its high spiritual nature.

Zhao Sheng looked indifferently and asked coldly, “Wretched beast, it’s been such a long time. I’ll ask you one last time, will you sign this hundred-year Spirit Contract or not?”

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” The White Spiritual Hedgehog crouched on the ground, whimpering pitifully.

Over the past few months, it had been beaten countless times and was thoroughly subdued by Zhao Sheng, not even daring to think of escaping.

“Hmph!” With a cold snort, Zhao Sheng’s palm suddenly flashed with a cluster of thunderous Electric Light, ready to be released.

Squeak~

The Spiritual Hedgehog trembled with fear at the sight of the Thunder Light, nodding desperately and shedding tears of grievance from the corner of its eyes.

“Stop crying. After you serve me for a hundred years, I will set you free. But I fear that when the time comes, I’ll have to chase you away because you will not want to leave,” he said, pointing to the Divine Statue and commanding, “Go, offer your Heart Blood to the Divine Statue, then do as instructed.”

With that, he shot a Divine Thought from his brow into the hedgehog’s head.

Suddenly, a great deal of information appeared in its mind, and a golden talisman emerged above its Soul Sea.

Moments later, under Zhao Sheng’s despotism, the Spiritual Hedgehog submitted and signed the Spirit Contract, becoming the first Messenger of Divine under the Five Passes Hedgehog God.

Thereafter, Zhao Sheng put the White Hedgehog back into the spirit beast bag and collected the Divine Statue into his Storage Space.

And then he turned into nothingness and disappeared.

…

In the Cultivation Room of the cave mansion, Zhao Sheng reseated himself cross-legged on the cushion and lifted his hands, inspecting them carefully.

After a palm faintly glowed, a dark, gleaming spike emerged from the center of his palm and rapidly lengthened, reaching three inches in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Sheng looked at the black spike in his palm thoughtfully.

Ever since the Vengeful Spirit replaced the Five Passes Hedgehog God, some of the Divine Arts that originated from the “Divine Spirit” had naturally come under Zhao Sheng’s control, almost becoming a kind of instinct.

Although the lethality of such a transformation spell was weaker than ordinary First-tier Magic, its significance and the future potential of such Divine Arts were incredibly vast.

Subsequently, he turned his gaze inward, yet found no origin for the black spikes—they seemed to have grown out of thin air.

Fortunately, at a thought, the black spikes instantly retracted into his skin and vanished without a trace.

Thus intrigued, Zhao Sheng immediately began trying different methods to delve into the mysteries of the Divine Arts.

The next second, Zhao Sheng raised one hand with the palm facing up before his eyes, his body emanating a billowing red light that formed layers of light shields enveloping his palm.

With a mere thought, black spikes began to sprout silently from the center of his palm.

As his will intensified, the black spikes grew rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and soon made contact with the light shield.

In a blink of an eye, the black spikes suddenly shattered into small wisps of black qi, yet more and more black spikes continued to emerge.

Waves of black spikes broke off incessantly and grew out just as unstoppably.

The entire process was captured in his gaze.

Zhao Sheng was extremely astonished because these black spikes didn’t deplete even a fraction of his spirit, as though some other “external force” was continuously supplying the energy.

But soon, a look of surprise appeared on Zhao Sheng’s face; he had realized that the black spikes originated from the Vengeful Spirit, but their source was the Power of Incense.

With this thought in mind, to verify another idea, his expression grew stern. His Divine Sense burst forth with full force, concentrating his spirit to a singular point.

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Suddenly, the black spikes began to grow wildly,

and a bizarre scene unfolded.

On the surfaces of the original black spikes, layers upon layers of new spikes began to pile up, forming a second and third layer, which quickly fused and thickened, making the spikes appear even sharper and more durable than before, undoubtedly doubling their destructive power.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the thick black spikes shimmering with cold light, a flash of understanding in his eyes; the light shield enveloping his hand dissipated as suddenly as bubbles bursting.

With a “puff,”

a flash of black light pierced deep into the wall three meters away, leaving black voids the size of thumbs, with scorch marks all around the edges.

“Tsk tsk, this is almost comparable to a strike at the Qi Refining Late Stage—it’s equivalent to the destructive power of a first-tier upper-level magic. Truly impressive. One must not underestimate the Divine Spirits of this realm; with the Heavenly Dao’s blessing, these beings are ten times more formidable than cultivators of the same stage,” Zhao Sheng marveled, waving his hand to dissipate the black spikes lingering in his palm.

“Now, it’s about time to find a suitable temple sacrifice for the Five Passes Temple. How can a temple such as this be uncared for?”

As the echo lingered, Zhao Sheng had disappeared from the Cultivation Room.

…

On this day, while Gu Yu was refining a treasure in a secret chamber, a buzzing noise suddenly emanated from his waist.

Startled, he flicked his sleeves and drew out a Communication Disk from the other side.

On the disk’s surface, amidst the flickering white light, a row of faint golden characters emerged.

He squinted at the text, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

“Hasn’t Senior Wuying been missing for a long time? I thought he had long since passed away, but now he suddenly makes an appearance. And he wants me to meet him at the Moon Invitation Tower right away. What could this mean?”

After muttering to himself, he still put away the disk in his hand and stood up to leave.

Shortly after, Gu Yu descended from a Cloud Car in front of a nine-story building. Just as he was about to stride in, he sensed something and turned to look in another direction.

He saw, not far away in the sky, a green wooden boat hurtling towards him, stopping just above his head within a few breaths’ time.

A figure then flashed, and a young man in brocaded clothes with a jade-like face leapt down from the boat.

“Brother Gu, are you here as well? Were you also summoned here?” the brocaded young man asked with a hint of surprise upon seeing Gu Yu.

“Gu indeed has matters to attend to here. But what do you mean by ‘summoned’? Could it be…” Gu Yu asked with a flicker in his eyes.

“I received a message from Old Taoist Wuying, which is why I hurried over here. I’m not too clear on the reasons either. Aren’t you the same? He was once a Guest Elder for your family,” the brocaded young man remarked, equally puzzled.

“That was before; now it remains to be seen. Since that’s the case, let’s enter together. We will likely know the reasons once inside,” Gu Yu nodded, his expression contemplative.

The brocaded young man naturally agreed, and the two men entered the building side by side.

When the maids of the Moon Invitation Tower saw the two gentlemen, one of the strikingly beautiful women came forward and said with a bow:

“Young Masters, Senior Wuying awaits in the main hall. Allow this servant to guide you there.”

“Lead the way,” the brocaded young man responded without hesitation.

This person was a scion of the direct lineage of the Wu family, known to be quite amiable and approachable.

And so, the two were led by the maid towards the highest floor of the nine-story building.

Moments later, when the two men arrived at the main hall on the top floor, they were taken aback by the group of people already seated inside.