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Spirit Vessel (Web Novel) - Chapter 1205: Resources
Chapter 1205: Resources
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“What’s the matter?” Jiutian Yanyu saw him stop and asked curiously.“It’s nothing, I have to return to prepare for the conference tomorrow.” Feiyun thought that this was the home advantage - knowing the location of the battlefield first.
However, having it at Spirit Immortal World was ridiculous. No wonder why she said just surviving was already a victory.
“You... can’t stay tonight?” Her eyes were filled with both hope and disappointment.
No man could refuse such words regardless of his important business.
He took a deep breath and said: “I must, this pertains to the future of the human race.”
He had refused her for a second time - truly insulting for a beauty of her level. Nevertheless, she didn’t seem angry and said: “I’ll wait for your triumphant return, we will have a drink then.”
This was her third invitation. He agreed and left Void, choosing to go to the city lord’s residence.
***
In a mansion engulfed by demonic energy in Chaos City, the fourth prince of the golden crow was brought back - pulverized but still alive.
Prince Tyrant meditated inside a scorching cauldron with chaos energy running within. The trinity true flame within could burn anyone within a thousand feet to ashes.
This cauldron was identical to Feiyun’s Trinity Cauldron outside of the runes carved on the surface.
“Busi Butai.” His voice caused everyone in the mansion to kneel on the ground, trembling with fear.
A fiery lotus landed on the fourth prince, completely healing him outside of his cultivation.
“Brother, you have to avenge me and kill him, that bastard Feng Feiyun too...” He gritted his teeth, pale.
“You are my only brother yet he still crippled your cultivation, that is a slap to my face. As for that half-demon, he is still one step away from the pseudo stage, I will kill him at the conference.” Prince Tyrant spoke.
“Whoosh!” A majestic life force came from the destructive nature of the cauldron, forming the image of a divine tree.
Prince Tyrant’s energy rose considerably and erupted from the mansion, manifesting in a fiery tree filled with leaves. It looked capable of connecting heaven and earth.
“Brother, you have the dao of the Immemorial Heavenwood now!” The fourth prince was ecstatic.
Prince Tyrant recalled the tree and came out of the cauldron. Flames coursed through his flesh and oozed out of his pores, looking like suns.
He took a deep breath and said: “This is the ultimate yang dao in the world, the dao of life. After understanding it, I have created thirty-six saint laws, this is enough to kill ten of him.”
“What about Busi Butai?” The fourth prince was ecstatic for his talented brother.
“Don’t worry, he will die for injuring you. Of course, I must deal with the humans first, killing all eight of their geniuses to remove them from further ambition.” Prince Tyrant said.
“Yes, especially that Feng Feiyun, how dare that wretched half-demon imprison your avatar.” The fourth prince said.
Prince Tyrant felt something and smirked: “White Qilin, Moonbreak, and Kun, they must be here to plan against the humans.”
***
“Who is it?” A guard from the city lord’s residence emerged and stopped Feiyun.
Feiyun took out his new badge, prompting the guard to kneel and say: “Greetings, Ninth Lord.”
“I wish to go to the treasury, lead the way.” Feiyun said.
This treasury was highly guarded, only available to the city lords.
Feiyun placed his badge on the mortise and opened the gate. Rays and energies immediately greeted him.
As he entered, ripples could be seen in the air and he disappeared. In the next second, he came to a dimension with mountains and lakes.
On the ground were colorful spirit stones. Each step caused clanking noises.
“Bam!” A hill of spirit stones crumbled.
“It’s impossible to keep track of so many treasures.” Feiyun gazed at the horizon and saw pillars of light emanating from spirit stones and treasures.
This was a high-level realm with endless territories. The resources here have been accumulated for eras for the sake of mankind. A saint’s personal treasury couldn’t come close to this amount.
He teleported tens of thousands of miles forward and reached a massive lake. Instead of water, it contained dense Buddhist essences of a golden color.
His kingdom took ten thousand years to accumulate a river spanning one thousand meters. Alas, he had used all of it.
He came specifically for them to strengthen his beast souls. He walked on water and raised both hands, releasing ten thousand beast souls so they could absorb the essences.
They seemed to be alive again, playing in the lake and drinking the water. At Heaven’s Mandate, a single drop could boost them by one or two levels.
However, his current cultivation was too high. It didn’t take long before not a single drop was left in the lake. Only forty-two souls reached the sixth level, the rest were stuck at the fifth.
It didn’t take long before he found another lake with a radius of two thousand meters. It had double the essence of the previous one.
He took two hours to fully absorb it. 1,876 souls reached the sixth level while the rest were at the peak fifth level.
It took four lakes of essence accumulation before all of them reached the sixth level. One even made it to the seventh level and gained a spirit physique along with human-like intelligence. It could cultivate of its own volition and learn saint dao.
This was a golden lion with an immemorial bloodline. It had one dao law at this point.
Immemorial beasts had this advantage, capable of communicating with their ancestors’ saint dao after reaching the right cultivation level. The first law became their foundation known as the saint root.
As for humans, they needed to research and comprehend with time. Without this, they would never become a pseudo-saint.
After gaining its spirit physique, it became the same as a living golden lion, perhaps even stronger.
“I need all of them to have a spirit physique before reaching completion. At that point, one punch is equivalent to ten thousand pseudo-saints attacking at the same time, who can stop this?” Feiyun had a domineering gaze as he floated in the air.
