Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1052 - 447: Soul-Breaking Needle Reaches Supreme Treasure Level (2)

With his current Divine Sense at the Divinity Transformation Level and his increasingly profound understanding of Artifact Refining, he has absolute confidence in thoroughly refining it within four to five years.

"Once this puppet is accomplished."

Xu Ping’s eyes flickered with anticipation, "With my current powerful physique and abundant blood essence of the Fourth-rank Upper-grade, I can estimate to perfectly control a military formation composed of 4-6 Fourth-rank Upper-grade Puppets simultaneously."

Such a military formation, with its combined strength, can definitely confront an Early-Stage Divinity Transformation cultivator head-on without difficulty.

This will be his third powerful trump card to reach the Divinity Transformation Level steadily after the Sword Dao and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"By then, measures against the enemy will be more flexible and varied."

Xu Ping planned quietly, "The Sword Dao can be primarily executed by the ’Wood Spirit Avatar’. Although its power might be slightly inferior compared to my personal control, it’s enough to restrain strong enemies."

"And my true body can focus on maneuvering the Puppet Array to exert frontal suppression and break through strongholds."

"Combined with the elusive Ten Thousand Souls Banner that specializes in attacking the Divine Soul..."

Xu Ping was even confident that with the cooperation of these three trump cards, even if he couldn’t quickly defeat the old demon of Hehuan, he could thoroughly suppress him, making it difficult for him to retaliate.

However, though the idea is beautiful, reality still requires effort.

There is still quite some time until the first Fourth-rank Upper-grade Puppet is completely refined.

And at the moment, Xu Ping has a more urgent task that can also immediately enhance his combat power.

Xu Ping waved his hand to carefully store away the precious half-finished puppet framework, and then sat cross-legged.

A moment later, he opened his mouth and expelled two beams of dark light, thin as a hair, exuding an extremely cold and sharp aura, floating slowly before him.

These were precisely the Soul-Breaking Needles he had nurtured for years.

Xu Ping’s eyes sharpened, his hands forming seals, casting the Secret Technique of "Spirit Descending Art".

He forced out several drops of pale golden blood at his fingertips, containing immense vitality and Lifebound Magical Power, which slowly flew towards the Soul-Breaking Needles as if alive.

The blood touched the needles but didn’t slip off; instead, it was absorbed rapidly like droplets of water being soaked up by a sponge.

The Soul-Breaking Needles trembled slightly, emitting a barely audible but soul-penetrating hum.

The dark light on their surface became deeper and more restrained, with spiritual fluctuations increasing visibly, and the depth stored within them grew more profound.

Finely sensing the changes in the Soul-Breaking Needles, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Xu Ping’s mouth.

"Four years of continuous nurturing with blood essence have finally... reached a critical point."

Xu Ping could clearly perceive that the current spiritual intensity and foundational accumulation of these Soul-Breaking Needles were almost comparable to the state of the Canghua Divine Wood Sword before the tribulation.

They are vastly stronger than the previous Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.

It’s time to trigger the Thunder Tribulation to assist their ascension to a treasure!

This time, Xu Ping does not plan to seek the Nine Nether Elder’s help to shelter and protect them.

He harbors deep apprehension toward this peculiar ghost cultivator, who might have some unknown connection with the ’Emperor Xuan’ from ten thousand years ago.

The more hidden a powerful trump card he has, the more opportunities he has to protect himself or even counter in potential future changes.

This Soul-Breaking Needle, after ascending to treasure, might just become an unexpected trick.

...

Three months later.

In the depths of the remote sea, in a desolate sea area far from any shipping route and even rarely visited by Demon Beasts.

The sky is always lead-gray, and the waves feebly lap against the few bald reefs.

Xu Ping’s figure quietly appeared on the largest of the reefs.

With a wave of his sleeve, dozens of Array Flags shot out, precisely inserted beneath the void and the seawater.

A complex array encompassing concealment, defense, and a certain degree of disturbance to Heavenly Machinery quietly forms, isolating the aura of this sea area from the outside as much as possible.

After preparing, Xu Ping no longer hesitated.

At Xu Ping’s mental command, the Soul-Breaking Needles, nurtured to full spirituality, flew out from his forehead’s Sea of Consciousness, hovering mid-air at the array’s center.

"Go, today is your time to transform from mortal to saint," Xu Ping conveyed encouragement through Divine Sense.

The Soul-Breaking Needles, connected with his mind, already understood their mission.

The needle bodies no longer restrained their aura, instead explosively released all the accumulated spirituality and profundity over the years.

Buzz!

A terrifying aura, icy, sharp, piercing to the soul’s core, erupted instantly like an invisible storm.

The seawater seemed frozen, the air became viscous, and even the light appeared dimmed.

This aura was entirely different from the majestic and righteous aura of the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, filled with extreme concealment and destructive qualities.

The appearance of a treasure attracts celestial might!

Even with the array concealing it, the perception from the Heaven and Earth Laws could not be completely shielded.

In an instant, the originally lead-gray sky became even darker and threatening.

It wasn’t the gathering of dark clouds but a deep blackness that seemed capable of devouring all light, painting the firmament.

Strange gray-black electric serpents grew and roamed within the clouds, emitting an eerie, soul-targeting, heart-wrenching hoarse thunderous sound.

This Thunder Tribulation wasn’t the destructive divine thunder of pure yang and hardness, but the more sinister and elusive "Soul-Corrosive Ghost Thunder".

The Soul-Breaking Needles floated in the air, their tips pointing defiantly at the tribulation clouds.

They were nurtured by Xu Ping’s own Divine Sense and blood essence, with purity and resilience in spirituality.

"Sizzle—!"

The first gray-black Soul-Corrosive Ghost Thunder slashed down like a twisted venomous python, tearing the sky apart.

Even before the lightning arrived, a chill that eroded the soul had descended.

The Soul-Breaking Needles moved.

They didn’t resist head-on but transformed into two barely visible streaks of faint dark light, deftly weaving through the gaps in the lightning at the critical moment.