Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8549 8549: Level up _1

"Roar!" "Roar!" Twin thunderous tiger roars erupted suddenly from the rulers. Cheng Wanchun felt no dismay; instead, a tingling sensation washed over him from the sound, bringing with it an unnameable sense of comfort. Before his eyes, the two rulers shifted and morphed into a pair of small tigers.

In that instant, Cheng Wanchun perceived every restriction and array woven into the tigers' forms. It was as if they had sprung into vitality. Energy threads pulsed between the arrays within their bodies, weaving them together and elevating the power of the two tigers to new heights.

While Cheng Wanchun remained mesmerized by the ruler's transformation, he was suddenly struck by an overwhelming surge of force flooding from the artifacts. This power surged into his Dantian, merging with his Dharma power, which began to boil with intensity. He fought to retain control over his inner energy, and after a grueling struggle, normalcy returned. Yet, a peculiar instinct bloomed in his heart: he was on the precipice of breaking through to become an Island Lord level expert.

Just then, Zhao Hai’s resonant voice echoed in his mind. "Steady your heart. Use your Dharma power and your magic weapon to weather the thirty-nine minor Heavenly Tribulations. You are destined to become an Island Lord level master. Trust in your own strength and your magic weapon. You will undoubtedly succeed." With those words, Zhao Hai’s presence faded.

Cheng Wanchun anchored his focus and began channeling his Dharma power, while simultaneously commanding his Dharma artifact to prepare for the tribulations. Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning descended from the heavens. He attempted to deflect it with his own energy, but the force was insurmountable. A deafening boom rang out, and in the chaos, his Dharma power was scattered by the strike of the Tribulation lightning.

Cheng Wanchun was jolted by panic. Although he had never witnessed another person advancing to an Island Lord, he understood the nature of the ordeal. This was merely the first strike; the second would follow swiftly. His energy was fractured, and he lacked the time to reassemble his defense. Was this to be his end?

"No, I refuse to perish here! Master declared that as long as I retain faith in myself and my weapon, I shall survive!" Cheng Wanchun gritted his teeth and reached out his spirit to the two infant tigers. At that exact moment, the second lightning bolt struck.

The two tigers, sensing the imminent danger, roared defiantly at the sky and leaped from Cheng Wanchun’s body to confront the assault. An enormous boom reverberated as the lightning collided with the beasts. Though their forms were distorted, they successfully withstood the blow, though they appeared somewhat weary.

Cheng Wanchun realized his situation instantly. Activating his transcendence energy, he channeled it rapidly into the two tigers. Rejuvenated, the little tigers regained their vigor and looked toward the heavens with a renewed roar as the third lightning bolt descended to meet them.

Another explosion followed, and yet again, the lightning was repelled. This time, the tigers showed no signs of fatigue, maintained by the continuous flow of Dharma power supplied by Cheng Wanchun.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and ninth bolts were all systematically blocked by the tigers. However, a searing ball of fire manifested around Cheng Wanchun, beginning to consume him. The small tigers immediately darted to his side to shield him.

The Tribulation fire proved significantly more taxing for the tigers. As they burned, they appeared increasingly frail. Cheng Wanchun was forced to exhaust his Dharma power to bolster their defense against the flames. Once the fire had dissipated, a frigid, biting wind swept through. This time, the tigers stood unafraid, squatting beside him as countless runes manifested in the air, creating an impenetrable barrier against the gale. Once the wind died down, the tigers let out a final roar before sinking back into Cheng Wanchun’s body. He alone felt them return to his primordial spirit, where they lay as if drifting into a deep slumber.

At that exact moment, Cheng Wanchun felt his Dharma power surge into his niwan acupoint. His energy condensed into a perfect sphere while his physical form and the ball began hungrily absorbing the surrounding spiritual Qi, causing his inner reserves to expand.

The energy then flowed back into the tigers, which acted like twin black holes, drawing in his remaining Dharma power. Eventually, their consumption ceased as his reserves reached capacity. A profound consciousness emanated from the ball, bestowing upon him the realization that he was ready to establish his own Island.

Suddenly, Zhao Hai’s voice interrupted him: "Do not attempt to build your Island yet. The time is not right!" Cheng Wanchun obeyed, abandoning the notion. He opened his eyelids and exhaled a long, steady breath, sensing the profound change within himself; he was now an Island Lord.

He stood within the cave, observing Zhu Yong, who had also just awakened. Zhao Hai was the only other presence. They rose and bowed to him, but Zhao Hai flicked his hand dismissively. "Enough. Both of you have advanced, which exceeds even my predictions. Especially you, Wan Chun—I did not anticipate your potential was so immense. To break through in such a brief span... you are a true genius."

Barely half a year prior, Cheng Wanchun had been a mere cultivator in the profound Dharma realm. His transformation into an Island Lord in such an accelerated timeframe was truly staggering; had word of this leaked, it would have sent tremors through the entire sect.

The reasons were manifold. Cheng Wanchun had possessed a steadfast foundation for years. Even if his previous techniques were not perfectly suited to him, his persistence had tempered his body. He lacked only an opportunity, and the righteousness song had acted as the catalyst, triggering his ascension to the Dharma power usage realm. Then came the ruler—a tool refined by Zhao Hai’s meticulous hand. Combined with specialized techniques, elixirs, and the absorption of blood mist, Cheng Wanchun’s progress had been explosive. Hearing Zhao Hai’s lecture had tipped the scales, causing the ruler to release all stored dharmic potential, catapulting him to the brink of the heavenly Tribulation.

Ultimately, by mastering the use of Zhen Chi, he had overcome his trials. His long decades of dedicated training, which had once seemed fruitless, had in fact been slowly refining his body into a perfect vessel. All the latent, unrefined power he had accumulated over the years finally unified upon his transition to a new technique, allowing him to jump levels in one stroke.

When Zhao Hai offered his praise, Cheng Wanchun humbly deflected the credit. Zhao Hai offered a slight smile. "Do not feel bashful. Because you have succeeded, our experiment has proven effective. This method of weapon cultivation shall now be integrated throughout the Sect. Now, go and stabilize your new realm. Zhu Yong, show him to his living quarters. You need not stay; go and focus on your own cultivation as well."

Zhu Yong bowed and escorted Cheng Wanchun to the Bagua Manor. This estate, the first sanctuary established after the creation of the space, served as the primary residence for Zhao Hai and his closest pupils—the place the disciples simply referred to as the main hall.

As Zhao Hai's direct disciple, Cheng Wanchun occupied the Bagua heights. His fellow junior brothers, though they had shown improvement, had not yet reached the Island Lord stage and returned to their respective caves. While they were undoubtedly envious, this fueled their ambition. They had witnessed, firsthand, Cheng Wanchun’s evolution from an ordinary practitioner to an Island Lord. With such a concrete example standing before them, their morale was unshakeable; they knew that persistence in their craft would inevitably lead them to the same peak.