10,000 Years In A Cultivation Sect: I Obtained A Powerful Technique From The Start-Chapter 461 - King Saint Imprint, 30 Years Later
Chapter 461: King Saint Imprint, 30 Years Later
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With a swift turn, Jiang Ming arrived right next to the world’s membrane. He raised his hands and formed a blade from his hand, slashing down in the air as though he was cutting down on an incomparably tough rubber.
The membrane was torn through layer by layer before he finally tore through the whole thing.
‘The world’s membrane is interwoven from 99 layers of 3,000 great Daos!’
Jiang Ming was no stranger to this. He had already investigated this thoroughly when he was in the Xuanhuang Great Chiliocosm.
The 3,000 laws were interwoven as they ran through anything and everything in the world. It also converged in the core of the origin before radiating to all corners of heaven and earth.
!!This cycle was similar to the human body. The world’s core origin would be the heart. Blood would be pumping around, circulating back and forth in an endless manner.
‘The Tiancang Great Chiliocosm’s Laws Net should have been deduced from the world’s membrane back then.’ As Jiang Ming pondered, he stepped foot into the Chaos.
He came to a halt at just ten million miles away, not taking another step further.
He emanated his King Saint Soul, which was enormous yet thin at the same time. Its depth was akin to the ocean which Jiang Ming could’ve entirely engulfed the Honggu Great Chiliocosm with just a thought.
In terms of its power level, it was actually no weaker than a great chiliocosm, but it was still lacking quite a lot overall. However he could easily destroy a great chiliocosm with ease if he wanted to. After all, great chiliocosm could only passively defend itself.
His power of Saint Soul started to radiate into all directions. Everywhere his energy passed, the violent chaotic currents there would be suppressed one after another. Jiang Ming’s eyebrow twitched slightly. His Saint Soul power started to adjust its attributes. It was as though they had truly merged into the Chaos, becoming a part of the Chaos as it went along with the waves.
Without any sound, his Saint Soul had spanned an unknown number of light years away already.
Seeing that he was about to reach his limits of evoking his Saint Soul, he had yet to discover the great chiliocosm, which was heading towards his world as mentioned by Yun Zizai.
“Not far enough?” Jiang Ming whispered to himself. The Chaotic World Tree could be seen appearing right on top of his head. It was but three feet tall but harbored a terrifying and incomparable power.
He merged his subconscious with the World Tree, allowing his Saint Soul to soar and once again spreaded throughout the surrounding area.
No longer after, his eye brows finally twitched. He had discovered the invading great chiliocosm. It was a chiliocosm that was coming to an end, drowned by a boundless aura of calamity.
The mortals were unaffected. Cultivators however, knew that there was great tribulation approaching.
There were seven Saints evoking Saint Laws on the outside, steering the great chiliocosm that was suppressed by the qi of Chaos, towards him.
‘At this rate, it would take a few more decades before they arrive. Should I just destroy it first?’ As Jiang Ming pondered to himself, his pupils suddenly shrank. While probing around, he discovered that this great chiliocosm actually had an imprint of a King Saint. This was obviously abnormal.
‘This is interesting!’ Jiang Ming smiled and turned back into the world he came from.
‘Bring it on. I’ll be waiting for you.’ Several decades was enough for Jiang Ming to prepare himself.
…
Jiang Ming was laying and singing leisurely back in Chuyang Peak.
With a slight thought, the skirmish on Tianyuan Sea became clearer and was incomparably printed into Jiang Ming’s mind.
Yun Feiyan was still in a great battle with the clone of his Junior Sister. She came over almost every other day with slight improvement.
Junior sister’s gains were naturally quite a lot as well. She was still lacking enemies to spar with after all. Moreover, this opponent of hers had such a variety of techniques up her sleeves, coupled with Bai Zizai, a Saint Lord’s guidance. Hence, she was an ideal person to talk to.
The Heaven Court had been rebuilt. In fact, it was quite a simple feat. Jiang Ming took out a Demi-Sage level Palace and directly evolved it into a small chiliocosm. There were countless clusters of palaces, a sea of clouds, suspended mountains and so on.
There was even a portal connected to the outside world.
Linglong even had the intention to let each of her clones to be on the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor one after another, so as to not delay in their cultivation.
Jiang Ming’s days returned to its peaceful routine.
Every once in a while, he would head into the Supreme Pagoda for a deep slumber so as to allow his inner world to precipitate enough for its evolution.
His inner world’s origin was actually strong enough already. However, since it hadn’t been long, the cycle of law and civilization was quite terrible.
This was also considered to be one of the drawbacks of the World Dao. Even with limitless resources at hand, a huge amount of time would still be needed for precipitation. It wasn’t something that could be done in a day or two.
For a lack of a better option, Jiang Ming could only continue his deep slumber in the Supreme Pagoda.
It was a good thing that the time flow would be almost still in the outside world as he retreated himself into deep slumber back in his exclusive space. Hence, he wouldn’t be too disconnected from the outside world.
Time flowed slowly. Thirty years went by in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Ming came out from the room below with his face slightly pale and his hands rubbing his back.
This time, he was together with all ten junior sisters.
He originally planned on cultivating. However, they resorted to great battles for days at the end.
Junior Sister ‘Time’ was the most terrifying of all. She directly reversed time itself, but only enveloping a single room, reversing it directly 100,000 times.
A day on the outside was akin to 100,000 days on the inside, equivalent to nearly three hundred years of age.
To be bombarded by ten junior sisters in turn for three hundred years non-stop. That feeling. Beautiful~ Not!
Of course, his junior sisters had been dragging him back to their room ever so often in the name of helping them with their cultivation over the years.
Thirty years had gone by in the outside world. However, they had spent at least ten thousand years in the room instead.
Junior sister Linglong was satisfied. All of them including her clones had reached the Demi-Sage Realm at this point.
With the terrifying realm of Jiang Ming’s King Saint Soul, coupled with his inner world, it was all too easy to help junior sister with her cultivation.
Moreover, the resources were endless. It was just that he was quite pitiful in the end. If it weren’t for him having an immortal physique, even his skin would’ve been torn off.
‘What is the meaning of life?’ Jiang Ming thought decrepitly.
All men of the mortal world aspire towards having a harem.
To hell with harem! It was already a stretch for him with his current physique, let alone the mortal human body.
‘When there’s no longer passion, what’s left would just be dishevelment!’ Jiang Ming gazed into the sky. His eyes were listless.
On his left, a person was pacing over in the sky, landed beside him and sat down directly. As he picked up the cup of tea on the table, the palm of his hand rose up in flame. A moment later, the spiritual liquid inside was already boiling, as he poured a cup and pushed it over to Jiang Ming. He then poured himself a cup, picked it up and took a sip as well, smiling, “Head Disciple Jiang, are you exhausted?”
“Old Chang! Are you not?” Jiang Ming glanced at him in a bad mood and continued, “I know that you and Momo have often been going into retreat and evoked formations in order to bear a child.”
“You weren’t peeping, were you?” Chang Yiming was taken aback.
“Am I that impudent?” Jiang Ming rolled his eyes.
“Good to hear that!” Chang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, placed his cup down and rubbed his hands together, saying, “Head Disciple Jiang! It has been increasingly difficult for me to conceive a child over the years. Do you have any methods for this?”
“You already have nine children!” Jiang Ming was so shocked that he almost flipped the table. He turned his head over and continued, “You still want more? I recall that your eldest has already inherited your former position as the head disciple and even has children himself. You already have grandchildren and you still want more sons? Old Chang, what are you thinking?”
“It’s just that the condition here is too good, isn’t it? The children born are either with Innate Dao Body, Ancient Saint Body, Celestial Tyrant Body, Stellar Dao Body and the likes. That’s just too incredible. According to you, almost all of them have the potential to reach the Great Overarching Realm. Since Momo and I are of such excellence, how can we waste this? Us having more children will also be benefiting the Jiuyang Sect and also the entire human race!”
“To think that your dreams had even reached the height of the races!” Jiang Ming almost spurted his cup of tea.
