Chapter 1286: Chapter 113: 150 New Divine Realm Chapter 1286: Chapter 113: 150 New Divine Realm Ultimately, the group of Ghost Practitioners decided to wait a little longer.
Because Lin Yun had agreed upon a tifra with them, at most, they could only be affected in this manner for three thousand years.
After three thousand years, regardless of whether their innate potential could transform or not, he had to stop.
He needed only about a hundred years to make the affected Ghost Practitioners reach the level of condensing a six-patterned Godhood. So consumption, he could bear, but if after three thousand years, the Ghost Practitioners he influenced still couldn’t condense a seven-patterned Godhood, he would find it sowhat unacceptable.
It wasn’t without consumption, and as ti passed, Lin Yun beca increasingly aware of the significance of this consumption.
Moreover, he couldn’t stay in the Netherworld for too long. On one hand, he didn’t want his age to increase too much, which would be detrintal to his later actions of breaking through the New Layered Heavens of the Netherworld.
On the other hand, while he was cultivating and consuming at the sa ti, his progress wasn’t significant; at least, far from as significant as when he destroyed those Dead Silent Universes in the great world of the Spirits and received feedback from the Origin Force of the Bloodslaughter Universe.
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Such ti consumption was unnecessary and truly wasteful.
Maybe, after he had broken through all the layers of the Netherworld in his later stages, he would do this, but not now.
Ti slowly slipped away…
For Lin Yun, this period wasn’t short.
But compared to the other Ghost Practitioners of the Netherworld, this period was not long. Each ti Lin Yun left and returned, in the High Level Layered Heaven of the Netherworld, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years would have passed.
Three thousand years were very insignificant.
Moreover, subtracting the initial five hundred years, only two thousand five hundred years remained. For just another twenty-five hundred years, they would get the chance that their innate potential could possibly upgrade—the Ghost Practitioners naturally wouldn’t miss it.
At the thousand-year mark, the number of Ghost Practitioners around Lin Yun had reached eighty.
At the two-thousand-year mark, the number of Ghost Practitioners around Lin Yun reached one hundred and thirty.
At three thousand years, the number of Ghost Practitioners around Lin Yun reached one hundred and fifty.
And in the last hundred years, no new Ghost Practitioners had joined Lin Yun.
He had already decided to leave after three thousand years, so he didn’t have ti to cultivate new Ghost Practitioners anymore.
The newer Ghost Practitioners had just begun to cultivate in the High Level Layered Heaven of the Netherworld and hadn’t really started their cultivation yet. The Ghost Practitioners around Lin Yun were probably the maximum number he could influence to et the standards during these three thousand years.
“Frubor, begin your breakthrough to the Divine Realm!” one day, Lin Yun opened his eyes and said to Frubor, one of the Ghost Practitioners.
“Yes, my lord!” Frubor nodded.
The next mont, Frubor stepped away to a distance, releasing his energy throughout his body. Imdiately, the heavens and earth changed colors and vast energy surged, as an aura of mystery radiated from Frubor.
He could have broken through to the Divine Realm a long ti ago, but he had been suppressing it. Now that he no longer restrained himself, a reaction with the heavens and earth naturally occurred imdiately.
“The breakthrough has begun!”
“I wonder how many patterns of Godhood Frubor will be able to condense!”
The other Ghost Practitioners watched nervously, whispering among themselves.
“Buzz——”
A Golden Line appeared on the nascent form of Godhood that Frubor was condensing.
Followed by the second Golden Line, the third Golden Line…
Before long, the process of Frubor condensing Godhood ended, and he managed to condense only a six-patterned Godhood.
Having been influenced for an additional two thousand nine hundred years, it still ended up with six-patterned Godhood, essentially signifying that the influence of those two thousand nine hundred years was wasted.
In fact, Lin Yun had a vague sense of the talent potential changes in these Ghost Practitioners. He had already sensed that the talent potential of Frubor and other Ghost Practitioners had been raised to a level where six-patterned Godhood could be condensed; after that, there was no more improvent.
But actually seeing this scene, he couldn’t help but shake his head in disappointnt.
It was a huge loss, a really huge loss.
These three thousand years, he consistently released the balanced Yin-Yang Power to influence these Ghost Practitioners. Not only was there a drain, but it also ant wasted ti, and there was no additional gain. In hindsight, he would have been better off influencing other new Ghost Practitioners. Together, over these three thousand years, he might have influenced a thousand Ghost Practitioners.
The combined strength of a thousand Ghost Practitioners capable of condensing six-patterned Godhood would also be a very powerful force. Instead, it was all wasted.
However, since it was an experint, waste was inevitable.
Moreover, after three thousand years had passed, Lin Yun had not been oblivious to the changes that had taken place within these Ghost Practitioners; he had long been ntally prepared.
“So be it, let it be thus,” Lin Yun shook his head.
There was no issue with the six Golden Lines of Godhood. With proper cultivation, the probability of breaking through to the upper Divine Realm was still significant, not to ntion that breaking through to the Divine Domain Realm was not impossible. There were historical precedents for such occurrences.
Soon, one Ghost Practitioner after another began their breakthrough.
In the end, they all condensed six Golden Lines of Godhood.
That year, the Netherworld saw an increase of one hundred and fifty naturally occurring breakthroughs into the Divine Realm.
The upper levels of the Netherworld now housed a much larger number of Ghost Practitioners than before. Furthermore, the birth of the new Divine Realms caused quite a stir, alerting many Ghost Practitioners. Once the number of Ghost Practitioners increased, various pieces of information naturally beca difficult to conceal.
For a ti, the entire Netherworld was shaken.
“Over a hundred new Divine Realms… Hahahaha!” Emperor Wu, from the thirtieth-plus layers of the Netherworld, burst into laughter upon receiving this news, his voice tinged with desolation.
As ti slowly passed, because he had always been cultivating in the lower realms and wasn’t able to partake in the optimal opportunities that ca with the formation of New Layered Heaven, not to ntion the shorter duration he spent, his strength had indeed greatly increased, yet he had still not managed to break through to the Divine Realm.
Now, hearing news of the birth of each new Divine Realm, many Ghost Practitioners of which he had never even heard before, so who were originally minor figures in the Netherworld, or even just at the Saint Lord Realm.
And yet, now, they were breaking through one by one to the Divine Realm.
While he, one of the Nine Emperors, still lingered in the Peak Saint King Realm…
One of the Nine Emperors, one of the Nine Emperors, heh, what a laughable title it had beco!
The title of Nine Emperor had beco nothing but an empty na!
Just like how the title of Yama, once praised and looked upon by all in the Netherworld, was!
The Nine Emperors, too, would beco a part of history!
But just… how much ti had passed?
Had it even been a hundred years in the vast world of the Spirits? Had it been ten years?
In rely a few years’ ti, such earth-shattering changes had occurred!
One thought could raise you to the heavens, another could cast you down to the earth, and in just a handful of years in the world of Spirits, he, one of the most formidable beings in the Netherworld, had beco ordinary. How could he accept this with contentnt?
“Puh!”
In a mont of agitation, Emperor Wu’s blood churned and he finally couldn’t hold back a mouthful of fresh blood.
In another place.
“Over a hundred new Divine Realms…” Emperor Proud’s voice carried a hint of bitterness. He had dread of reaching the Divine Realm, but alas, after so many years, he had never been able to make the breakthrough, helplessly watching as new Divine Realms were born — how could he not feel sorrow?
“Could it be, that Acquired Ghost Practitioners truly cannot break through to the new Divine Realm?” Emperor Proud fell silent.
He thought again of the words once passed down by the Blood Emperor. Given the Blood Emperor’s status, he would not be expected to speak falsely, and over this period, Emperor Proud had continued to verify these words. Now, it seed almost certainly true.
To think of soone like the Blood Emperor, who even chose reincarnation to break free from his shackles.
“Must I also seek reincarnation?” Emperor Proud muttered under his breath.
“Enough, enough, enough! If a figure like the Blood Emperor can seek reincarnation, why can’t I? Hesitating any longer is just wasting ti here…” After a mont, Emperor Proud sighed and shook his head.
“Roar—”
The very next mont, Emperor Proud’s entire body transford into a Black Dragon, and with a dragon’s roar, he flew towards Reincarnation Land.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
He tore open the layers of the realms’ barriers one after the other, his Black Dragon silhouette flickering in and out of sight at an extre speed.
At that mont, he had but a single conviction: he must seek reincarnation.
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