The sudden self-detonation of a Nascent Soul Ancestor imdiately caused a stir within the hall.
But the disturbance quickly subsided, and all the Nascent Soul Ancestors maintained solemn expressions, not daring to question Yellow Ancestor's actions.
So powerful Great Grandmasters, like Fang Ziqi and Thunder Roc Ancestor, faintly perceived so clues and instantly realized that the two unfortunate ones had unwittingly beco Blood God Puppets.
In both the Netherworld and the Mingye Realm, "Blood God" Puppets are an absolute taboo.
Although everyone was well aware, hardly anyone dared to ntion it, especially the high and mighty Blood God's Son, who was the nightmare of countless Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Zhao Sheng's pupils contracted slightly, feeling slightly pleased inside.
From the recent actions, the Mountain Spirit clan, represented by Yellow Ancestor, must be hostile towards the "Blood God," hence they crushed the two little bugs without hesitation.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on the Magic Platform, quietly observing the changes.
At that mont, a trendous roar suddenly emanated from the mountain and continuously echoed in the Ten Thousand Laws Hall, causing a resonance in the divine souls of all Nascent Soul Ancestors.
Chi–!
Amid the roaring sound, Zhao Sheng was startled to sense a vast and boundless wave of spiritual fluctuation, as majestic as the sea, suddenly descending upon the world.
Zhao Sheng's spirit beca dazed, and his consciousness, following the sound of chi, seed to rge into this vast ocean-like spiritual expanse.
In a semi-conscious state, an unimaginable scroll unwound in Zhao Sheng's mind.
He seed to see mountains rising, rivers changing course, relentless rounds of rain, snow, wind, and frost, and also seed to see a seed breaking through the soil, sprouting tender shoots, stretching stems and branches, with vigorous roots continually drawing strength from the earth, striving to grow, to grow... until it beca a towering tree.
Years passed like shuttles, ti flew like arrows.
The long years seed compressed into a few monts, the great tree alternated between flourishing and withering countless tis, eventually withering, decaying, enriching the soil... One day, a seed broke through the soil again.
Trembling, trembling!
The vast earth was constantly trembling, the layers of the ground kept splitting, rising, and sinking, disjointing, composing canyons, mountains, hills, and plains due to the tremblings, and also perishing due to them...
Innurable grand and minute scenes erged in Zhao Sheng's mind; at the sa ti, he vaguely sensed that the heavens and the earth were howling, angry, afraid, struggling, seeking...help!
He didn't know how much ti had passed!
The vast spirit receded like a tide, and Zhao Sheng's consciousness plumted from the high spiritual plane back to his spirit.
He was extrely shocked, abruptly opening his eyes, just in ti to see the euphoric smiles on the faces of the Nascent Soul Ancestors around the Magic Platforms.
At that mont, Zhao Sheng suddenly discovered that his Divine Thought's strength had increased by at least ten percent from before.
At the sa ti, his understanding of Earth Elent, Wood Elent, life and death, and tremblings had greatly improved.
Yellow Ancestor's performance of Taoist Skills was truly profound and unpredictable, very much like passing down the Primordial Spirit, with elents resembling the Buddhist "empowernt" Divine Skills.
At so unknown point, Yellow Spirit Peak had disappeared from the Ten Thousand Laws Hall, and clouds once again enveloped the spiritual realm, covering the skies below.
"Haha, the shackles troubling have finally loosened! In less than three years, this old man will surely breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Fourth Level!"
"Long live Yellow Ancestor! My divine injury has healed overnight, haha!"
"I've realized it, I've realized it!"
"Had it not been for Yellow Ancestor's demonstration of the Dharma, how could I have understood the simplicity of the cycle of life and death..."
"Yellow Ancestor is truly selfless; I deeply admire him."
Regaining their senses, the Nascent Soul Ancestors freely expressed their joy, making the atmosphere in the Ten Thousand Laws Hall increasingly lively and cheerful.
Clearly, everyone had gained a lot!
Watching the scenes around him, Zhao Sheng composed his thoughts, calculated with his fingers, and was slightly startled.
Only then did he realize that a whole day had unknowingly passed.
A mont later, the Nascent Soul Ancestors hurriedly left the Ten Thousand Laws Hall, each finding a nearby vacant palace and retreating into seclusion, beginning to digest the understanding they had gained from the performance of the Dharma.
Zhao Sheng was no exception.
Half a month flew by in a flash.
As the Nascent Soul Ancestors one by one erged from their retreats, the palaces on the Spiritual Clouds soon turned into social venues,
Waves of Immortal Music emanated from deep within the palaces, and nurous enchanting won moved in and out of the palaces, bringing various spiritual wine and immortal delicacies, and carefully serving each Nascent Soul Ancestor.
The end of Yellow Ancestor's performance of the Taoist Skills did not signify the conclusion of the grand event, but rather marked the climax of the festivities.
At this ti, it was the best mont for the Nascent Soul Ancestors, brimming with inspiration, to interact with fellow Daoists, verify each other's learnings, and exchange insights on Taoist Skills.
Thus, no Nascent Soul Ancestor would want to miss such a rare opportunity.
As a newly recognized "Great Grandmaster," Zhao Sheng naturally had many fellow Daoists actively visit him, both to exchange Taoist Skills and to form friendships, or at least to beco acquainted.
For every fellow Daoist who visited, Zhao Sheng welcod them with open arms and lively conversation.
In the course of these social interactions, he also silently selected suitable candidates.
One day, in the Truffle Hall, a few Nascent Soul Ancestors were seated cross-legged, the atmosphere harmonious.
Zhao Sheng was among them, sitting opposite a courteous and easygoing Yama Ancestor.
Besides them, there was also a sharp-nosed, rat-eyed thin old man, whose deanor was quite sleazy, his bean-sized eyes appearing shifty and filled with guile.
"Xian Kong, what do you think?" Zhao Sheng looked toward the rat-eyed old man, asking in a calm manner.
"As Senior Tian Qiong has said about the Seven Star Spirit Realm, this old man knows a bit of it too, yet I did not expect that this spirit realm actually extends deep into the Black Abyss Domain. The Black Abyss is too dangerous; although this old man has spent many years in the Divine Ruins, I do not dare to venture too deeply into it."
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