Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1745 - 937: Han Lin Obtains the Pearl, Zhang Xusheng Gains the Jade

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The Zizai Heavenly Demon Lord approaches Zhao Sheng, seeking a Star Lord quota for his junior. Zhao Sheng initially refuses, having already granted it to a family member. The Demon Lord then proposes a wager: the visualization practice method of the Great Brightness Root Mantra in exchange for a 'battle of words'. The terms are set: the Pure Light Realm becomes a chessboard, living beings are the pieces, and they will each choose a 'piece' to see who becomes the era's protagonist within a thousand years. Zhao Sheng agrees and uses a Ten Thousand Years of Good Fortune Pearl to imprint his chosen piece, while the Zizai Heavenly Demon Lord reveals he has already selected his through a piece of broken jade.

A dark, cloud-laden sky loomed overhead.

Towering peaks gave way to a broad river that snaked through the land, eventually flowing into the vast, fertile expanse of the Songma Plain.

Howling winds whipped across the water, raising choppy waves and creating dense vortexes. Now and then, colossal aquatic creatures would breach the surface, only to crash back down with immense splashes.

Just then, a lifelike paper kite, approximately two meters in length, emerged from the mountain depths. A figure, clothed in crimson, sat cross-legged upon its back.

This individual possessed sharp, austere eyebrows and wore blood-soaked garments. Exposed flesh on his chest bled profusely, the crimson fluid trickling down to stain the paper kite below.

Han Lin's face was ashen. He twisted his head to look behind him while fumbling for a Revitalizing Pill bottle from his waist. Focusing his remaining Spiritual Power, he desperately tried to suppress the

Han Lin's complexion was drained of color, crimson bubbles continuously spewing from his lips, his chest wound worsening with each burst.

Just as one tribulation subsided, another loomed!

Before Han Lin could even draw a proper breath, an enormous beast abruptly surged from the murky depths of the riverbed.

Han Lin experienced a fleeting moment of darkness, a dizzying sensation, and then oblivion claimed him.

After an indeterminate period, he abruptly roused himself from his unconsciousness.

Upon regaining his senses, Han Lin endured excruciating pain throughout his entire body, accompanied by an overpoweringly foul odor.

In the subsequent instant, a chilling realization struck him as he found himself pressed against a fleshy wall, the confined space claustrophobic, every inch coated in a fetid, decaying slime, interspersed with the remains of countless piscine victims—their desiccated forms and skeletal fragments.

What is this place...?

Han Lin's heart plummeted as he immediately grasped that something was terribly wrong.

Recalling the fleeting image before he lost consciousness, he confirmed his terrifying suspicion: he had been consumed by a colossal leviathan.

This is dire!

Han Lin's face grew deathly pale. He hastily retrieved his pill bottle, consuming the entirety of his remaining Revitalization Pills before reluctantly producing a solitary, vibrant crimson Elixir Pill, which he placed beneath his tongue.

The pure, incandescent medicinal essence rapidly disseminated, instantly invigorating Han Lin's spirit. This revitalizing force transformed into a torrent of Spiritual Energy, permeating his very being, coursing through his limbs and bones.

Han Lin could not afford to waste precious moments on recuperation. He promptly assumed a cross-legged posture, eyes shut, dedicating all his focus to refining the dispersed Spiritual Energy, converting it into his personal Spiritual Power.

Yet, he remained unaware that nestled beneath him, a dull, grayish-white Stone Bead was absorbing the permeating Spirit Liquid, which then integrated into his skin.