Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8507: Preaching Dao (1)

Divinity is essentially the core of a God, serving as the essence for any God-grade powerhouse. It also represents Zhao Hai's nine-word mantra Pearl. This treasure holds immense value. Beyond absorbing spiritual Qi, it can manipulate the power of faith. Possessing it allows one to harness faith's power, elevating them to God-grade status.

Yet in the blood sea realm, acquiring a Godhead doesn't earn the title of God-grade expert. Instead, it's the mark of an Island Lord-grade powerhouse. Thus, the Godhead determines Island Lord-grade attainment. Even in a body cultivation group like the giant demon sect, reaching Island Lord-grade yields a Godhead.

That said, Xenomorphs boast formidable defense and offensive capabilities, yet they lack Godheads. It appears they cannot generate more, leaving Zhao Hai uncertain about their Island Lord status. To test this, Zhao Hai once led Xenomorphs outside to check for heavenly Tribulation.

The aliens failed to trigger the heavenly Tribulation. This discovery astonished Zhao Hai further. Still, he harbored no doubts regarding the aliens' prowess. Even without exerting full force, he couldn't pierce an alien's shell. Their defenses were simply impenetrable.

Crucially, the aliens possessed two additional talents. The first, blood mist transformation, rendered them nearly impervious to physical strikes, freeing them from enemy assaults. The second, potent poison, amplified their strikes. The Xenomorphs' saliva and blood carried lethal toxins, enhancing their lethality.

Even more vital, they had drawn in death Qi from the forefather's fingers. This infused their claws, fangs, and tails with death Qi, boosting attack potency significantly. Such an asset proved invaluable to Zhao Hai.

Consider Zhao Hai's predicament now: the once-mighty bloody massacre sect dwindled to just 10,000 survivors. Zhao Hai was convinced his longtime ally, Yan Bei, had perished. He sensed the alien gifted to Yan Bei had also fallen. Had the alien survived, Yan Bei might have endured. But with the alien gone, Yan Bei's fate was sealed.

Regarding his master, uncle-master, and Shen Nanzheng, Zhao Hai believed none had survived. Against the corpse demon ancestor's onslaught, escape was impossible. Thus, the blood Gale Island survivors were extraordinarily fortunate. The bronze man's swift retreat and shielding saved them. As an array-born entity, the bronze man differed from typical beings, allowing the blood Gale Island group a narrow escape. Absent such a protector, survival elsewhere was inconceivable.

Moreover, Zhao Hai resolved to stay hidden. Major sects had dispatched forces into the blood massacre sect's domain. Though saturated with death Qi, this Qi merged with the blood sea's blood mist, birthing a corrosive new energy that hindered cultivators greatly.

Underestimate not these grand sects' might, for they devised methods to lessen the energy's toll. This enabled incursions into the blood slaughter sect's lands. By this point, countless cultivators from diverse sects had breached the territory. Venturing out risked detection by foes, endangering any remaining blood slaughter sect disciples. Hence, Zhao Hai chose seclusion for the moment.

Zhao Hai opted to recuperate within the secret realm. Following the hell dimension's upgrade, he dispatched the cold wind ghost flag, flexible sword, and God-slaying saber there for enhancement. The God-slaying saber immersed in the blood pool. After dual upgrades, the hell dimension's blood pool had evolved remarkably. Suited to its bloodthirsty essence, the pool nurtured the saber, sharpening its ferocity.

The yin Wind Ghost flag now drew in ownerless souls from the infernal realm, converting them to ghostly servants. Note that the infernal realm's aimless Yin souls had advanced too, their spiritual force intensified. These offered prime nourishment for the yin Wind Ghost flag.

Among the trio of artifacts, the flexible sword ranked lowest in potency. Its forging materials paled against the God-slaying saber and cold wind Ghost flag. Plus, its prior wielder had skimped on development, capping its promise. Nonetheless, Zhao Hai refused to abandon it, opting to cultivate it gradually in hell.

Zhao Hai persisted with the flexible sword due to its solid potential as an artifact. Though inferior to the God-slaying saber, proper rearing could render it formidable. He refrained from wielding the God-slaying saber currently. The cold wind Ghost flag excelled in mass combat, empowering armies via buffs, not solo duels.

Zhao Hai had leveraged the yin Wind Ghost flag to vanquish two Island Lords, securing victories. Yet this owed much to the divine Secrets technique, which amplified any method. Thus, he bested them. For single-target damage, however, the yin Wind Ghost flag fell short.

Looking ahead, Zhao Hai required a personal combat tool. While the divine Secrets finger sufficed at times, a fine artifact proved handy too. Here, the soft sword's role emerged. Eventually, Zhao Hai could deploy it for strikes.

Having arranged matters, Zhao Hai gradually parted his eyelids. Checking the elapsed time, he was stunned to realize merely conversing with lower realm folk, grasping blood lotus and space shifts, and consigning the three artifacts to hell's space for care had consumed three full days. This baffled him. By his prior estimate, such chores demanded no more than two to four hours. How could it drag so long?

Zhao Hai promptly consulted Laura, who swiftly clarified. The anomaly stemmed from his sea exploration sect interaction. During that linkage, time accelerated within him. Seemingly brief exchanges with the sea exploration sect equated to two days in the upper realm. Essentially, while connecting to the lower world, his local time flux matched the lower realm's pace, explaining the delay.

Stunned, Zhao Hai rose abruptly, spotting Chang Jun and companions gazing his way. They anticipated his discourse but found him in trance for three days. Unwilling to interrupt, they lingered patiently. His awakening sparked their delight.

Noting their eager faces, Zhao Hai grinned. "Looks like you've grown impatient waiting. No matter, let's skip delays. All assemble—the Dao lecture commences now." Thrilled responses echoed as they swiftly convened. They settled cross-legged, fixating on Zhao Hai with devout gazes.

Zhao Hai beamed. A hand gesture summoned the blood lotus underfoot, elevating him steadily. He halted above ten meters up, then assumed a cross-legged pose atop the lotus, hands forming seals. He intoned, "Lin. Bing. Dou. Zhe. Jie. Formation. Row. Forward. Xing!" His timbre carried an eerie penetration, like enchanted whispers burrowing into souls. All felt invigorated, their essences abruptly transcending. Inner turmoil—excitement, sorrow, hopelessness, dread—evaporated. They mirrored serene ascetics, devoid of emotion yet minds crystalline, plunging into a profound, ethereal trance.

Next, Zhao Hai's timbre resonated from their cores: "Cultivators pursue Dao for eternal life. Countless paths among 3000 great DAOs lead to immortality. Rivers merge into oceans, oceans birth myriad streams. Rivers become sea, sea embodies Dao. Yet grass, trees, blooms, stones—all harbor Dao. Dao permeates heaven and earth, heaven and earth are Dao..."

Layer upon layer of esoteric sutras bloomed in their consciousness, enrapturing them. Knotty cultivation puzzles long unsolved clarified instantly, like divine revelation. All sank into profound contemplation.

Suddenly, select individuals perceived a stir. Mana within them roiled, poised for imminent breakthrough. These were dharma cultivation peaks dwellers. Success would crown them Island Lords. Xu Gang and Wen Yuming numbered among them.

Aware of their verge, these poised breakthrough seekers recognized the mystical immersion's pull. They prepared to withdraw, seeking seclusion, mindful not to disrupt nearby comrades with their ascension.

Yet as they stirred to depart, Zhao Hai's timbre echoed inwardly: "Dao follows nature, nature is Dao. Yield to flow, great Dao awaits!" The rising figures, hearing this, re-immersed instantly, remaining seated. Unbeknownst to them, spatial veils isolated them from others. Thus, breakthroughs posed no interference risk. Zhao Hai orchestrated this seamlessly, ensuring their ascensions disturbed none.