bioinnovel Chapter 428 A Stormy Night, Undercurrents Flow
Chapter 428 A Stormy Night, Undercurrents Flow
As Lin Hanzhou spoke, he probed his divine sense into the crimson jade tablet.
In an instant, a massive amount of information flooded into his mind like a torrent.
It only took a few breaths.
This supreme secret technique, which once attracted countless people and even made powerful saints envious, has already been initially mastered by Lin Hanzhou.
"good."
"This can be considered a top-tier offensive technique."
Lin Hanzhou nodded in satisfaction.
With a casual wave of his hand, he resealed the jade tablet, causing its light to dim and turning it back into an ordinary piece of red jade.
"Keep this safe."
"Once your cultivation level is high enough, you can slowly comprehend it."
……
After dealing with the matters concerning the Jiang family's ancestral land.
Lin Hanzhou was not in a hurry to leave.
Since there is no clear goal in this world for the time being, the Shenhuo Ridge is a good place to settle down, with its quiet environment and abundant earth fire.
So he settled down at Shenhuoling.
Jiang Ling was overjoyed and immediately vacated the best cave dwelling on the main peak, serving it respectfully every day and treating it with the deference of a disciple.
Lin Hanzhou was not stingy with his generosity towards this sensible little girl who carried a deep-seated blood feud.
In his spare time, he would give Jiang Ling some pointers on her cultivation.
This guidance lasted for a full five hundred years.
……
Time flies, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.
For ordinary people, five hundred years is a period of great change, encompassing the birth, aging, sickness, and death of several generations.
But for cultivators, this is just a slightly longer period of seclusion.
In these five hundred years.
Shenhuoling has been transformed from ruins into lush greenery once again.
Although the magnificent hall of yesteryear has not been rebuilt, the few elegant bamboo huts and the medicinal field full of spiritual herbs give this place a tranquil, idyllic atmosphere.
Every morning.
Jiang Ling would often breathe in the power of earth fire at the cliff edge of the back mountain to cultivate the "Burning Heaven Emperor Scripture" taught to her by Lin Hanzhou.
In the bamboo forest not far away, Lin Hanzhou was drinking spiritual tea while flipping through various ancient books and anecdotes he had collected from the outside world, occasionally looking up to offer a few words of advice.
"The flow of spiritual energy is too rigid."
You are fire, not stone.
"The essence of fire lies in 'explosion' and 'combustion,' not simply in accumulating heat."
"Practice it a thousand more times."
Lin Hanzhou's voice was languid, but to Jiang Ling it sounded like golden rules.
Although Lin Hanzhou never formally accepted any disciples, in Jiang Ling's heart, he was already like a teacher and a father.
Five hundred years.
Jiang Ling grows from a down-on-her-luck girl in the early stages of the Sendai Realm to a more mature and capable individual.
Sendai Second Heaven...
King...
The great king...
Half-saint...
Until one day in the five hundredth year.
Rumble—!
Above Shenhuo Ridge, dense clouds of calamity gathered, and thunder roared.
Jiang Ling soared into the sky amidst a sea of fire, defying the heavenly tribulation, and finally successfully passed the Saint Tribulation, entering the realm that countless cultivators dream of—the Saint Realm!
Although her talent was only average among the prodigies, with the guidance of a renowned teacher, the complete inheritance of imperial scriptures and imperial techniques, and the auspicious location of Divine Fire Ridge, it was only natural that she could achieve such success.
"Congratulations."
Looking at Jiang Ling, who had returned from her tribulation and was radiating holy light, Lin Hanzhou said with a faint "congratulations".
"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"
Even though Jiang Ling was already a saint, she remained as respectful as ever in front of Lin Hanzhou, without the slightest arrogance.
……
In these five hundred years.
Peace and tranquility prevail within Shenhuoling.
But on the outside world, the Nine Heavens Continent was in turmoil, with undercurrents surging.
Just as the Taoist priest Li once said, the signs of a golden age are becoming increasingly clear.
First is the concentration of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
Over the past five hundred years, the concentration of spiritual energy across the entire Nine Heavens Continent has doubled!
Some previously dried-up spiritual veins began to gush forth again, and some barren deserts were transformed into oases.
This led to a general improvement in the cultivation level of cultivators.
Five hundred years ago, sages were a rare sight, and the powerful figures of Sendai were the overlords who dominated their respective regions.
And now?
Among the younger generation of various holy lands and dynasties, geniuses at the Sendai and King realms have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
Every few years, news would even circulate that someone had survived the tribulation of becoming a saint.
Sages, though still rare, are no longer the ancient relics that exist only in legends.
Moreover, various ancient relics have come to light.
Phrases like "Ancient Divine Mountain," "Dragon and Phoenix Nest," and "Quasi-Emperor's Cave" are constantly emerging.
Countless geniuses fought and vied for opportunities in these ruins, with countless falling, but those who rose to prominence were even more dazzling.
At the same time, some ancient monsters that had been sealed within the divine source began to gradually awaken.
They came from tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago, each one a standout of their time, sealed away for the chance to become emperor in this lifetime.
Their emergence made the already fiercely competitive cultivation world even more brutal and bloody.
"Have you heard? A Divine King Body has emerged in the Eastern Wilderness, single-handedly fighting the Holy Sons of three Holy Lands without sustaining a scratch!"
"Pshaw, what's that? That prince of the Central Plains Dynasty is said to have awakened the bloodline of a true dragon and devoured 100,000 demon soldiers in one go!"
"And that wolf child from Kitahara, who is said to have received the inheritance of a certain great emperor..."
News from the outside world kept coming in.
But Lin Hanzhou has always maintained a detached attitude towards this.
He was like someone sitting on the chessboard, watching the masses struggle and fight.
He remained unmoved.
Because he was waiting.
Waiting for the real curtain to rise.
……
Another year has passed, spring has gone and autumn has come.
Time quietly passed to the ten thousandth year after Emperor Qingyu passed away.
This year.
The atmosphere across the entire Nine Heavens Continent became unusually oppressive.
It was like the calm before a storm.
All the powerful individuals above the Saint Realm felt a strange sense of unease.
That was a sense of oppression emanating from the level of the Great Dao Laws.
Like a porcelain vase about to shatter, it let out its final groan.
……
This day.
noon.
Lin Hanzhou was lying on a bamboo chair basking in the sun, while Jiang Ling was brewing tea for him.
Suddenly, Lin Hanzhou opened his eyes.
For the first time, a sharp glint appeared in his deep, abyss-like eyes, as if he could see through to the very end of the universe.
"They're here."
He said softly.
Jiang Ling was startled and almost dropped the teapot in her hand.
"Senior? What's here?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Click—
A sharp, yet resounding, shattering sound suddenly echoed deep within everyone's soul.
The sound wasn't harsh; instead, it carried a sense of liberation and exhilaration.
It ignored distance, space, and cultivation level.
Whether it's a Great Sage residing in the Nine Heavens, a Quasi-Emperor Old Monster who has sealed himself as a divine source, or an ordinary mortal.
At that moment, everyone could clearly hear this sound.