Chapter 2126: The Ghost Race Should Reappear
As the War Saint Lord had said, on the way back to the army, Lin Mohan’s na had already spread.
Originally, people only knew of a beautiful and unparalleled Fairy Han, but now she had gained the title of an unrivaled female sword immortal.
Although most people did not know how strong Lin Mohan was, those at the Transcendent realm knew, and so peak God Lords were also aware.
She was soone who had killed the Abyss Demon Lord with one sword strike. Although she had just entered the Transcendent realm, she possessed the combat power of a Saint Lord.
So people knew more about Lin Mohan, understanding her relationship with Lin Moyu.
These people were even more shocked, realizing that both siblings were extraordinary. Now it seed that the elder sister was even more formidable than the younger brother.
At such a young age, she had already reached the Transcendent realm, and her combat power was comparable to that of a Saint Lord. If she beca a Saint Lord in the future, it would be unimaginable.
In the royal city of the Abyssal Demon lineage of the Demon Race, the Abyss Demon Lord let out a terrifying roar, and the Abyssal Fire boiled violently. The entire planet was covered in volcanic eruptions, and the planet quickly turned dark green.
"Who are you? Who exactly are you? How can the human race have such a strong Transcendent?"
The Abyss Demon Lord was on the verge of madness. His first avatar had been killed, and it had died so swiftly that it had no chance to resist.
Although the first avatar did not possess powerful treasures or original techniques, it still had the combat power of a Saint Lord, more than enough to deal with a Transcendent.
But now, it had been killed in one sword strike by a Transcendent.
The death of the avatar directly led to the failure of the battle that had been prepared for years.
The Abyss Demon Lord’s fury swept through the entire star system, and the Abyssal Fire continued to erupt, turning the star system into a sea of fire.
Countless weak demons were burned to ashes by the Abyssal Fire.
In the Central Divine Palace of the Divine City, the Heavenly Saint Lord and the Hao Saint Lord stared at each other.
In front of them, a scene was replaying.
It was the scene of Lin Mohan easily killing the Abyss Demon Lord with one sword strike.
The Hao Saint Lord held a teacup for a long ti, forgetting to drink, murmuring, "The younger brother is a little monster, the elder sister is a big monster."
The Heavenly Saint Lord was no better off, saying, "Just entering the Transcendent realm and already having such combat power, I feel like we old guys are all useless."
The Hao Saint Lord agreed, "Indeed, we are a bit useless. That sword strike, even I would have a hard ti taking it."
The Heavenly Saint Lord said, "But it seems she only has the strength for one sword strike. After she slashed out that sword, her aura dropped significantly."
The Hao Saint Lord’s sharp eyes also noticed this detail.
After slashing out that sword, Lin Mohan still appeared strong, but her power had been greatly depleted.
So she did not go after the Black Golden Saint Lord and the Blood Bull Saint Lord, instead turning to kill other Transcendents.
It should be said that she did not have the strength to slash out a second sword, so she chose to retreat.
Otherwise, with the cooperation of the War Saint Lord or the Sword Saint Lord, they could have killed another Saint Lord.
The Hao Saint Lord said, "Even if she only has the strength for one sword strike, it’s enough. When she grows a bit more and reaches the Saint Lord realm..."
His eyes were full of smiles, as if he could see the mont of the human race’s final victory.
The Heavenly Saint Lord said, "It’s not that simple. The strong races have their foundations, and those guys are not easy to deal with."
The Hao Saint Lord was in a great mood, "No matter what, our human race has gained another top-tier combat power, and that’s a good thing."
Indeed, the human race had gained another combat power equivalent to a Saint Lord, which was a good thing.
Originally, the number of Saint Lords in the Hundred Race Alliance exceeded that of the human race.
Now, with the addition of another Saint Lord combat power to the human race, and the death of the Abyss Demon Lord’s first avatar, the gap had been significantly narrowed, which was indeed a great thing.
Both of them knew that the battlefield would likely be peaceful for a while.
Not only the battlefield in the Vermilion Bird Star Region but also the other three battlefields would be much more peaceful.
After this major defeat, the Hundred Race Alliance would inevitably retreat and regroup.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the human race could continue to train its people.
Unconsciously, the human race had turned the battlefield into a training ground, a place to cultivate geniuses.
Ti passed day by day, and as the Heavenly Saint Lord and the Hao Saint Lord had predicted.
This major defeat dealt a severe blow to the morale of the Hundred Race Alliance.
In the following decades, they did not make any major moves.
Small-scale battles continued to occur, with the human race maintaining a record of more victories than defeats.
Both sides seed to have reached a special tacit understanding, maintaining a balance and waiting for the next major battle.
It could be predicted that when the next major battle broke out, its scale would surpass the previous ones.
Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Lin Moyu finally stopped.
He had been drawing runes all this ti, and the process of learning the inheritance was the process of drawing runes.
The Saint Rune Heavenly Lord emphasized practice, and all theories were prepared for practice.
According to the Saint Rune Heavenly Lord’s philosophy, a rune master must continuously draw runes. When a rune has been drawn billions of tis, even the least talented person will beco proficient.
The principle is that practice makes perfect, but the Saint Rune Heavenly Lord explained it in a more grandiose way.
His philosophy also aligned with Lin Moyu’s thoughts, as Lin Moyu also enjoyed practice.
To outsiders, it seed he had been in seclusion for fifty years, but to him, it had been a full twelve hundred years.
Lin Moyu did not know how many runes he had drawn, countless.
The vast space in the treasure ship’s warehouse was half-filled.
In the space of the cultivation room, runes of various sizes and levels floated everywhere.
"The Dao poison has finally completely disappeared."
"I have also mastered all the rune knowledge below the ancient runes."
"Twelve hundred years, ti flies!"
Lin Moyu felt the changes in himself. This was his longest seclusion, and he felt as if he had aged significantly.
Twelve hundred years had left marks of ti on him.
Lin Moyu truly felt the power of ti and understood what it ant to cultivate without the passage of ti.
For those at the God Lord level, seclusion for a thousand years was commonplace.
During seclusion, they used formations to accelerate ti.
After seclusion, the Great World would automatically correct the ti, erasing the marks of ti and not affecting their lifespan.
Otherwise, with a lifespan of only twenty thousand years, a seclusion of twelve hundred years would take up a significant portion.
And his cultivation level had not improved at all, making such seclusion naturally not worthwhile.
The ti formation slowly stopped, and the flow of ti returned to normal. The power of the Great World perated in, enveloping Lin Moyu.
Twelve hundred years of rune cultivation had made Lin Moyu’s soul even more sensitive than before.
Lin Moyu could clearly feel the Great World helping him, erasing the marks of ti.
To the Great World, only fifty years had passed for him, not twelve hundred years.
At this mont, Lin Moyu felt a sense of warmth.
This feeling could only be sensed by soone with an extrely sensitive soul like him.
To others, it would seem like an illusion.
With a wave of his hand, countless runes in the cultivation room flew up simultaneously.
So disappeared, dissipating automatically, while others flew into Lin Moyu’s hand and entered the treasure ship’s warehouse.
After twelve hundred years of living with runes day and night, Lin Moyu was extrely familiar with them, able to control them as easily as his own limbs.
"The Ghost Race should reappear."
Lin Moyu murmured to himself, his eyes filled with a cold smile.
A beam of light descended from above, and the cultivation room transford, making Lin Moyu feel as if he were in the starry sky.
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