Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8507 8507: Preaching Dao (1)
Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
The core of a deity, known alternatively as divinity, serves as the essence of a God-grade expert. It doubles as Zhao Hai's pearl from the nine-word mantra. This treasure holds immense value, capable of drawing in spiritual Qi while also harnessing the power of faith. In essence, owning such an artifact allows one to wield faith's power and ascend to the ranks of God-grade powerhouses.
Yet, within the blood sea realm, acquiring a Godhead doesn't earn the label of God-grade specialist. Instead, folks declare such a person an Island Lord-grade powerhouse, making the Godhead a key marker for that level. This holds true even for physical training groups like the giant demon sect; upon reaching Island Lord-grade through cultivation, they too generate Godheads.
That said, the Xenomorphs boast formidable defenses and striking power, yet they lack any Godheads. It seems unlikely they'll develop more, leaving Zhao Hai uncertain if they qualify as Island Lords. To test this, he even attempted to lead the Xenomorphs out to check for heavenly Tribulation.
Nothing happened; these aliens failed to trigger the heavenly Tribulation. This outcome stunned Zhao Hai further. Still, he held no doubts about their prowess. Even without exerting his maximum effort, piercing an alien's tough shell proved impossible. Their defenses simply overwhelmed.
Beyond that, the aliens possessed two additional potent abilities. The first involved transforming into blood mist, rendering them resistant to nearly every physical assault, freeing them from fear of enemy strikes. The second was their poison, with venom so potent in saliva and blood that it amplified their offensive might tremendously.
Even more crucially, they had taken in some death Qi from the forefather's fingers. This infused their claws, fangs, and tails with death Qi, boosting attack strength significantly. Such an enhancement proved vital for Zhao Hai.
Now, considering Zhao Hai's predicament: the once-mighty blood slaughter sect dwindled to just 10,000 survivors. He felt convinced his longtime ally Yan Bei had perished. The alien he'd gifted to Yan Bei had also met its end, signaling Yan Bei's fate was sealed. Had the alien survived, Yan Bei might have endured, but its death confirmed the worst.
Regarding his master, uncle-master, and Shen Nanzheng, Zhao Hai believed none had made it out alive. Facing the corpse demon ancestor's onslaught, escape seemed unattainable. Thus, the blood Gale Island group was extraordinarily fortunate. Only the bronze man's swift retreat and shielding allowed their survival. As an array-born entity, the bronze man differed vastly from typical beings, enabling the blood Gale Island survivors to scrape by. Absent such a guardian like the bronze man, no one else could have possibly lived.
Moreover, Zhao Hai had no intentions of venturing outside. Major sects had dispatched forces into the blood slaughter sect's domain. Though saturated with death Qi, this Qi merged with the blood sea's blood mist to create a novel energy form. Possessing strong corrosive properties, it gravely affected cultivators.
Don't dismiss the capabilities of these grand sects, though. They devised methods to lessen the energy's effects considerably, permitting entry into the blood slaughter sect's lands. By this point, numerous cultivators from diverse sects had penetrated the area. Should Zhao Hai emerge and get spotted by them, especially with blood slaughter sect remnants still breathing, peril would follow. Hence, he chose to stay put.
Zhao Hai opted to hole up in the secret realm for recovery and rest. Following the hell dimension's upgrade, he dispatched the cold wind ghost flag, the flexible sword, and the God-slaying saber there for nurturing. The God-slaying saber went into the blood pool. After two enhancements, the hell dimension's blood pool had evolved into something extraordinary. Given its bloodthirsty essence, the blood pool suited the God-slaying saber perfectly for tempering, sharpening its ferocity even more.
The yin wind ghost flag could now draw in ownerless souls from the infernal realm, converting them into spectral servants. Note that the mindless yin souls there had also advanced, their spiritual force growing robust. These served as prime nourishment for the yin wind ghost flag.
Among the trio of artifacts, the flexible sword ranked as the least potent. Its construction materials paled compared to those of the God-slaying saber and the cold wind ghost flag. Plus, its prior owner hadn't invested sufficient care in its development, capping its growth potential. Nonetheless, Zhao Hai refused to abandon it, opting to let it mature gradually in hell.
His persistence with the flexible sword stemmed from its solid foundation as an artifact. Though inferior to the God-slaying saber, proper cultivation could render it formidable. He avoided deploying the God-slaying saber currently due to risks. Meanwhile, the cold wind ghost flag excelled in mass combat, enhancing group forces and army might rather than duels.
Despite using the yin wind ghost flag to overcome two Island Lords victoriously, the wins largely hinged on Zhao Hai's divine Secrets technique, which amplified any method employed. That's what toppled the Island Lords. Yet, for pure single-target damage, the yin wind ghost flag fell short.
Looking ahead, Zhao Hai required a reliable weapon for battles. While the divine Secrets finger served well, a quality artifact often proved invaluable in certain scenarios. Here, the soft sword's role would shine, allowing Zhao Hai to strike with it as needed.
Having arranged everything, Zhao Hai gradually lifted his eyelids. Checking the elapsed time shocked him; mere chats with lower realm folks, grasping shifts in the blood lotus and space, and consigning the three artifacts to hell's space for care had consumed three full days. This baffled him, as he'd estimated just two to four hours tops. How could it drag on so?
Zhao Hai promptly queried Laura, who promptly explained. The culprit was his interaction with the sea exploration sect. During that link, time's pace within his form sped up dramatically. It felt like brief exchanges with the sea exploration sect, yet two days slipped by in the upper realm. Effectively, while connecting to the lower world, time around Zhao Hai accelerated to match the lower realm's rhythm, accounting for the extended duration.
Stunned, Zhao Hai rose swiftly, noting Chang Jun and others gazing his way. They awaited his discourse eagerly, unaware his meditation spanned three days. Unwilling to interrupt, they simply endured the wait. Seeing him awake now filled them with joy.
Noting their eager faces, Zhao Hai grinned. "Looks like you've all grown impatient waiting. No more delays, then. Everyone, assemble. The Dao lecture commences shortly." Thrilled responses echoed as they swiftly formed up in record time, settling cross-legged with devout gazes fixed on Zhao Hai.
Smiling, Zhao Hai flicked his wrist, summoning the blood lotus underfoot to elevate him gently. He halted at over ten meters up, then assumed a cross-legged pose atop it, hands weaving seals. He intoned, "Lin. Bing. Dou. Zhe. Jie. Formation. Row. Forward. Xing!" His words carried an eerie resonance, like inherent enchantment, burrowing straight into hearts. All felt their souls stir, then elevate in a profound uplift. Inner turmoil—excitement, sorrow, hopelessness, terror—vanished utterly. They resembled serene meditating elders, devoid of emotion yet with minds crystal clear, slipping into a miraculous trance.
Next came Zhao Hai's voice, echoing from deep within, "Cultivators pursue the Dao for eternal life. Countless paths to 3000 great DAOs of longevity exist, each guiding to immortality. Like rivers merging into the ocean, which in turn births myriad streams. Rivers join to form the sea, embodying the Dao. Yet every leaf, branch, bloom, and rock can embody the Dao too. The Dao permeates heaven and earth, which themselves are the Dao..."
Successive waves of deep scriptures flooded their thoughts, enrapturing all. Knotty aspects of their cultivation arts, long puzzles, suddenly clarified in epiphanies. As if awakened, they plunged into profound contemplation.
In that instant, several individuals detected inner shifts. Mana within them churned wildly, on the verge of breakthrough. These were dharma realm peaks, poised to become Island Lord masters. Xu Gang and Wen Yuming numbered among them.
Aware of their impending ascensions, these poised figures prepared to exit the ethereal state. They planned to seek secluded spots for the transition, mindful of not disturbing nearby companions during the process.
But as they moved to rise, Zhao Hai's voice resonated inwardly once more, "The Dao follows nature, and nature is the Dao. Yield to its flow, and the grand path awaits!" At these words, the would-be risers sank back into the wondrous realm, remaining seated. Unbeknownst to them, Zhao Hai had spaced them apart in isolated zones. Thus, breakthroughs here wouldn't impact others—a boon entirely due to Zhao Hai's oversight. With him present, interference proved impossible.