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Chapter 6508: Excitement
Chapter 6508: Excitement
This legacy was demanding on the individual’s talent, intelligence, and competency. Just because an individual obtained the legacy didn’t mean that they would obtain the full benefits of it.
“It is extremely difficult to take in the entire legacy, but it shouldn’t be a problem for Chu Feng.”
Chu Feng soon emanated a powerful aura that shook the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s main city a little. It was the Ruler’s Bloodline!
Under the influence of the Ruler’s Bloodline, the runes revolving around Chu Feng began to pulsate in sync as if becoming one.
“He succeeded!” Sikong Changsheng exclaimed in excitement. “I wonder how far his spirit power will grow.”
“Building up a solid foundation is of utmost importance in cultivation. This legacy does more than strengthen one’s psyche; it reinforces one’s foundation. Its true benefits will only show in the future, when Chu Feng advances further in his spirit power cultivation.
“But that brat’s talent is indeed astounding. His fusion with the legacy is impeccable. It shouldn’t be a problem for him to advance straight to rank seven True Dragon.”
“Rank seven True Dragon?” Sikong Changsheng was shocked.
Having a strong foundation was even more important for world spiritists than for cultivators, which was why advancing even a single rank as a world spiritist was tough.
Chu Feng was at rank three True Dragon. Reaching rank seven True Dragon meant to make four consecutive breakthroughs. This was a ridiculous feat that Sikong Changsheng had never seen before.
But on second thought, the predecessors of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect couldn’t withstand the legacy, either. Even Shangguan Fengquan, dubbed to be the most talented individual in the history of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect, failed to obtain this legacy back then.
This showed how extraordinary the legacy was.
Thus, it was not too shocking if Chu Feng advanced to rank seven True Dragon through the legacy.
“Hm?”
Shangguan Fengquan and Sikong Changsheng widened their eyes.
All the light rays and runes had begun fusing, brightening up even the sky of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s main city. It was a phenomenon!
Sikong Changsheng was dumbstruck. Shangguan Fengquan was jumping with joy.
“He’s fused with the legacy to this extent? If so, rank seven True Dragon won’t be the cap. Our Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect has picked up a treasure this time around!”
Just then, the seven-colored gemstone shattered, and Shangguan Fengquan’s body dissipated.
“Farewell, Lord Sectmaster!” Sikong Changsheng bowed deeply with tears in his eyes.
He knew that their sectmaster had left for good this time. The only way they could be reunited was for him to enter the Ninth Galaxy.
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In the Ninth Galaxy, there existed a colossal starfield, where even the smallest realm was roughly comparable to the largest realm in the other eight galaxies. Some of the larger realms were even on par with entire starfields.
In its entirety, this starfield was no smaller than the eight galaxies combined, yet this vast expanse was enveloped by powerful spirit power.
Someone was using this colossal starfield as the foundation of a teleportation formation.
This teleportation formation emanated an aura similar to the spirit formation gate Shangguan Fengquan had manifested in the Dragon Prison Orb.
Thousands of powerful world spiritists sat in the formation core, each one wielding strength above Heavenly Dragon. Yet, all of them looked exhausted and were gasping for air as if they had depleted themselves.
Countless dragon orbs floated above the formation core. They were identical to the ones that the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness had assimilated, just that there were millions of them gathered here. It was truly a sea of dragon orbs.
Aside from the dragon orbs, there were also other more valuable treasures lying around.
“How useless. I went to great lengths to construct this teleportation formation, but you only transported a hundred dragon orbs over,” a woman’s voice echoed.
A magnificent throne floated right outside the formation core. On it sat a beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous dress.
This woman had succulent lips, seductive eyes that drew others in, and vibrant seven-colored hair strands. She sat leisurely on the throne, her legs crossed and her right hand supporting her head.
She was Shangguan Fengquan.
Upon realizing that Shangguan Fengquan had awoken, the world spiritists channeling the formation core hurriedly stopped what they were doing and knelt. Their eyes were filled with fear.
They knew they had failed to satisfy Shangguan Fengquan, so they dared not utter a word.
Standing beside Shangguan Fengquan’s throne was an old man who was dressed like a carefree immortal but was bald except for a few strands of hair. He first bowed deeply before speaking up, “Old ancestor, the restrictions are too great. It wasn’t easy for them to transport a hundred dragon orbs over.”
“Shut up.” A glance from Shangguan Fengquan silenced the bald old man. “Do you think I’m oblivious to the restriction? I entrusted this formation to them to train them. How many resources do you think Jie Ranqing can send over if she channels this formation?”
The crowd fell silent. They had witnessed Jie Ranqing’s means, and they knew they were no match for her.
“You are nothing on her even when banded together,” Shangguan Fengquan snorted.
The world spiritists shuddered even more, but they replied in unison, “Old ancestor, please punish us for our incompetence.”
They understood how Shangguan Fengquan operated. She was extremely strict when it came to rewards and punishments. They had wasted this elaborately constructed formation and thus deserved to be punished.
But what Shangguan Fengquan said next stunned them.
“Forget it. You’re dismissed. Head back and rest up.”
There was a hint of a smile on Shangguan Fengquan’s face.
The world spiritists were surprised, but they knew better than to question her. They thanked her before hurriedly leaving the scene.
“Old ancestor, you seem to be in a good mood. Is that lad, Changsheng, still alive?” the bald old man asked fawningly.
“Sikong Changsheng is indeed still alive. He’s injured, but that isn’t an issue. I have instructed him to head over to the Ninth Galaxy to look for us,” Shangguan Fengquan said.
“That’s good. That’s good.” The bald old man was relieved.
“But my good mood has nothing to do with Sikong Changsheng,” Shangguan Fengquan added.
The bald old man was taken aback. It has nothing to do with Sikong Changsheng?
After moving to the Ninth Galaxy, it had become clear to them that the world of cultivation was practically a withered well; it was holding them back. What good thing could possibly be found there?
“I have seen the future of our Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect. With him around, our Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect can shake even the Ancient Era’s God Clans,” Shangguan Fengquan said with expectant eyes.
The bald old man’s eyes widened in shock. He knew of two unwavering facts.
1: The Ancient Era’s God Clans are so powerful that it’s impossible to shake their positions.
2: Shangguan Fengquan never boasts.
He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of future the old ancestor had seen. Despite not knowing a thing at all, he could already feel his blood pumping.