Chapter 761: Chapter 735: Reciting Poetry
"So that’s it, across the Ten Realms, probably only my senior brother could obtain so much blood of ancient beasts," Zhou Leng said.
The Blood of Tyranny replied, "Oh, it’s rely because I can travel between realms, and I am an Upper-Rank Demigod. In your shoes, it would be the sa..."
He suddenly stopped, carefully scrutinizing Zhou Leng.
"Have you also ascended to Demigod?"
"Uh..."
"Indeed, you... But yes, we are walking two different paths, and the enemies you face are more dangerous than mine. By the way, I recall you are researching the refining of Little Star Pills?"
"Correct."
The Blood of Tyranny took out many precious herbs and treasures, and handed over a slate.
"This is a pill recipe I ca across by chance. I’m not sure if the translation is correct, but I’ve nad it ’Light Nether Pill.’ It’s a complete Star Pill, very difficult to refine, but if you modify it to a Little Star Pill, it will be much easier. I’m giving you both the recipe and the herbs. If you have the chance to make it, just send
one pill, and the rest are yours."
"Okay, I’ve already learned to refine Little Star Pills, but the success rate is rather low," Zhou Leng said.
"I’ll wait for your good news," the Blood of Tyranny said, "I plan to keep a drop of ancient beast blood to consu soday. As for the rest, rather than waste it, I’ll give it to you. Consider it your reward for helping
refine the Little Star Pill."
With that, he spread his right hand, revealing ten drops of ancient beast blood.
They looked like droplets of water, but felt as hard and pure as crystal.
"Thank you so much, senior brother." Zhou Leng had been worried about the last of the ancient beast blood, glad and surprised by this unexpected gift.
Finally, the Blood of Tyranny looked at Zhou Leng and said solemnly, "Have you heard about the Celestial Calamity God?"
"Yes, I’ve heard."
"You all..."
The Blood of Tyranny raised his head, sweeping his gaze around, looking at the human Blue Star Land, with a touch of longing in his eyes.
"Prepare yourselves. As far as I know, the Celestial Calamity God is playing with humanity. Once he’s had enough, he’ll act and personally settle with Blue Star. Gods are invincible."
Zhou Leng remained silent, not knowing what to say.
Because there was nothing he could do at the mont.
The Blood of Tyranny continued, "There’s been a new discovery in the Ancient River Sect relics. Hopefully, we can find so heritage to strengthen our sect’s disciples. If... I’m just saying if, the Celestial Calamity God destroys Earth, which world would you go to?"
Zhou Leng was silent for a mont, then smiled and said, "I will go to the world I should go to."
"You are not only from Blue Star, but also from the Ancient River Sect," the Blood of Tyranny said.
"It’s not about Blue Star, the Ancient River Sect, morals, you, or anything external. What I do is only about ," Zhou Leng replied.
The Blood of Tyranny nodded and said, "Good, it seems you’ve found your own path."
"How about you, senior brother?"
The Blood of Tyranny was stunned for a mont, instantly understanding what Zhou Leng was asking.
Amidst the War of Ten Realms, where does the Blood of Tyranny go?
He turned and looked towards the east, slowly saying, "Do you know why I like writing poetry?"
"You have taste, you have talent," Zhou Leng blurted out.
"When I was young, my father always taught
a very simple poem, the one that goes: In front of the bed, the bright moonlight, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Raising my head, I gaze at the bright moon, lowering my head, I think of my hotown..."
"I didn’t quite understand why I had to learn it until later when my father went out to fight and returned wounded, lying in a hospital bed..."
"He asked
to recite that ’Quiet Night Thoughts’ again. I recited it to him..."
"He asked
if I knew why to recite ancient poetry?"
"I shook my head, saying I didn’t know."
"He said, as long as you rember any poem, it carries civilization, and it will imprint on your bloodline. You are a Dragon Country person."
Zhou Leng recalled the rambling doggerel poetry in the Blood of Tyranny’s circle, staring at him blankly.
After a while, the Blood of Tyranny stepped forward.
"Live well."
After saying this, his figure sped up, turned into a shadow, and disappeared from sight.
Zhou Leng stood quietly for a while, then returned to Rucheng, entered the cave, reached the ancient tree, and absorbed the blood of ancient beasts drop by drop.
He absorbed the twenty-ninth drop, leaving three drops.
Recalling the process of absorbing the twentieth drop and thinking of the failure of even the Upper-Rank Demigod Blood of Tyranny, he carefully put them away and left them under the tree.
When his power grows a bit more, he can absorb them then.
Closing his eyes, he sensed the state of his body.
At this mont, his body was nearly at a state of perfection.
In terms of physicality, cultivation techniques, and understanding of Martial Arts, all reached the limit of a newly ascended Demigod.
Theoretically, he could ascend to Lower-Rank, but...
He opened his eyes again and gazed at the three drops of ancient beast blood.
He asked himself a question in his heart.
If it were one of the Three Sons of Ancient River, if it were a top genius in the Celestial Region, could they absorb thirty drops of ancient beast blood at the newly ascended Demigod stage?
The answer was obvious.
He still had quite a distance from the strongest in the universe.
Then, he should hone himself a bit more.
He took out a cup of Radiant Juice and drank it in one go.
The burning sensation flowed from his throat to his stomach, even the Martial Saint’s body felt burning hot.
He operated the Great Sun Divine Skill, absorbing the power of the Radiant Juice.
Intense heat road inside his body, as if turning into tangible flas, burning throughout his form.
His skin quickly turned red.
A kind of life force, similar yet completely different to that of the mother tree, filled his body.
The power of the mother tree was gentle and warm.
The power of the mother insect was overbearing and hot.
The Radiant Juice even possessed a strange alienation ability, any slip, and his body tissue could mutate into the organs of a giant insect.
But, Zhou Leng endured it with his formidable power.
A large amount of Radiant Juice dissipated and rged into his body.
Suddenly, the Great Sun Divine Skill shuddered lightly, starting to absorb power with greater intensity.
True Cosmic Power.
Now, the efficiency of his body converting external starlight into True Cosmic Power increased a hundredfold.
Zhou Leng felt elated, accelerating the operation of the Great Sun Divine Skill, drawing in the new True Cosmic Power.
Before long, he opened his eyes.
The power of the Radiant Juice was exhausted.
His realm and other abilities had not improved, but he gained so True Cosmic Power, and the vitality of his flesh increased slightly.
Moreover, in the short term, so sensations were especially intense.
Zhou Leng recollected what Ma Dabai had told him, that the Radiant Juice possessed strong reproductive power.
He got up and went outside, heading to the Ancient River Research Bureau to practice with Xu Qingjin.
The next morning, seeing Xu Qingjin still fast asleep, Zhou Leng quietly left the room.
Outside the Ancient River Research Bureau, a large number of Martial Artists were gathering.
A new round of Ancient River Sect entrance ceremonies was about to comnce.
Zhou Leng chatted with Li Yuanhe and was about to continue cultivating when he raised his head and looked towards the sky.
The five-tiered Celestial Ladder glimred with a faint radiance.
A voice echoed in the ears of all the Demigods in the Ten Realms.
Li Yuanhe asked, "What’s wrong?"
Zhou Leng said, "The second trial of the Ascension Divinity Ladder is over. However... the excess ancient beast blood will be erased and naturally dissipate."
"What a pity. I heard so Grandmaster got ancient beast blood, secretly buried it underground, intending to retrieve it after ascending to Demigod, but now, it seems to be an exercise in futility."
"It’s indeed a pity."
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