Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 641 - 293: The Purple Aura Comes from the East, Thirty Thousand Li: The Mandated Saint!_1

The transformation of the Flawless Immortal Path had temporarily stalled at the second step, but there was no need to rush. Wang Xiu still had other means of improvement.

Even though my true self has decided to pursue the Flawless Immortal Path and not enter the Saint Realm, it doesn't mean my Divine Soul Incarnation cannot become a Saint! Wang Xiu had harbored such a thought for a long time.

The Divine Soul Incarnation, condensed from the Divine Sense of Great Luo's Immortality, was both a part of his true self and an independent entity. It could cultivate on its own and wield different Divine Skills. This was the primary cultivation method of the Ancient Spirit Clan: through the independent cultivation of different incarnations, one would ultimately merge them to achieve their own Great Dao.

If Wang Xiu's Divine Soul Incarnation were to enter the Saint Realm, even if his true self did not take that step, he would still obtain an extremely terrifying boost in combat power, with hardly any difference.

Acting on the thought, Wang Xiu went into seclusion once more, expanding his Domain and summoning his Divine Soul Incarnation.

The two sat opposite each other, emanating different glows. One was dressed in plain white robes, serene and indifferent. The other radiated a unique brilliance like a spectral entity, with strands of miraculous energy circulating within, shining brightly as if the starry rivers had transformed into its meridians and blood.

Wang Xiu looked at his incarnation and slowly said, "Please, my friend, represent me in entering the Saintly Path and offer yourself to the faith of the Human Race!"

The Divine Soul Incarnation was calm, nodding as it replied, "I am willing to serve you, my friend!"

The moment its voice fell, its hand seals shifted slightly, and endless Spiritual Energy began sweeping in from all directions. A semi-visible river of destiny descended from the highest reaches of the firmament, like a massive waterfall of Chaotic Qi. Torrential surges of Spiritual Energy flooded Spirit Turtle Peak as a myriad of miraculous signs appeared. The small courtyard was cloaked in dense arrays of runes, glimmering with a myriad of vibrant and splendid glows. Mist shrouded the area, shimmering with divine radiance.

Within the mist, Wang Xiu saw figures and faces. In those visions, people were worshipping, praying for the protection of the Sanqing Saint Heir. Others sang praises of the Sanqing Saint Heir's glory and magnificence. Some reminisced about the past legends and honors of the Sanqing Saint Heir.

Wang Xiu had seen such scenes before. When he first revealed his strength in Vermilion Bird City, sweeping through demons and saving countless civilians; when he turned the tide in the battle at the East Sea; when he sent one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits back to the lands of the Nine Provinces—he had encountered numerous similar visions across this vast land.

However, it was different this time. His gaze fell upon those sincere faces and figures, and he perceived threads of extremely fine yet pure light emanating from them, slowly ascending. That light originated from countless households, steadily converging. A hundred families coalesced into a strand; an entire village condensed into a drop. Beneath every town were thousands of small villages, and each ancient nation had countless towns.

At that moment, Wang Xiu clearly saw innumerable points of light rising from the mortal world, like a golden rain. Vast and powerful, they swept across the heavens in a scene more majestic than any he had ever witnessed.

In the Southern Domain alone, with its hundreds of sects and thousands of nations, the number of living beings was in the countless billions. How many of them worshipped the Sanqing Saint Heir? A mortal's life barely spans a century. In the past hundred years, who could shine brighter or be more widely celebrated than the Sanqing Saint Heir?

Furthermore, there were the Eastern Desolation, the Western Land, the Northern Sea, and the Central Domain. The name of the Sanqing Saint Heir had long since spread throughout the entire Nine Provinces. Biographies and legends were beyond number. In these past few decades, he had already accumulated an exceedingly abundant measure of faith. Though not as plentiful as that in the Southern Domain, it was still a considerable amount.

This was an incredibly grand scene. Golden rivers rushed from the distant void, converging from all directions and filling the entire sky.

Ji Yan stepped out of the great hall and looked toward Spirit Turtle Peak, his eyes filled with envy. "This lad, stirring up such a big commotion again!" he remarked, feeling somewhat emotional. He recalled the first time he had met Wang Xiu. Who could have imagined that in just a few short decades, Wang Xiu would have reached this point?

The Power of Faith was unlike any other; ordinary people could not perceive it, but anyone who could sense this disturbance wore an expression of intense disbelief.

"Such a terrifying ocean of faith! Who could this be?"

"Looking at the direction, that's the Sanqing Immortal Sect!"

"HISS! Such an astonishing event must be no ordinary Saint Manifestation. Could it be the Sanqing Saint Heir?"

"I heard news a few days ago that someone saw him return in the Northern Sea. Could it actually be true?"

"With this level of faith, I can't think of anyone else but him! By my calculations, he's barely a hundred years old, right? A Saint less than a hundred years old... truly terrifying!"

Within the vast Sanqing Immortal Sect, innumerable disciples looked up at the sky. Although they were unable to see the ocean of faith, they had a feeling that the firmament today was exceptionally clear, like crystalline glass.

However, this was not the most crucial point.

Wang Xiu's gaze turned to the void, where he saw a strand of extremely pure, purple-gold Qi emerge from the Chaos and gently descend. That wisp of purple-gold Qi was minuscule and fine, thinner than a strand of hair. Yet, from it, Wang Xiu could feel an incredibly profound and formidable presence, as if it contained the collective will of all living beings and the faith of the entire world.

"Could this be... the legendary Heaven Mandated Purple Qi?" Wang Xiu muttered, his pupils constricting.

As he was murmuring, that strand of purple Qi had already landed upon his Divine Soul Incarnation. In the next instant, the Power of Faith between heaven and earth became even more immense, far surpassing what it was before. It was vast and overwhelming, blanketing the sky and shadowing the sun.