Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4292: Rapid Progress

Ling Han naturally didnʼt know about all this. He was still continuously cultivating, cultivating, and cultivating.

Every day, if he wasnʼt refining the Source Dao Stones, he would be battling with the Demonic Beasts and Demonic Trees in the forest. Merely increasing his cultivation level and not adapting to his own power was a very dangerous thing.

His advancement was astonishing, so fast that it was inconceivable, enough to make anyone exclaim that it was impossible.

However, this price was also exorbitant. Ling Han had also sacrificed his life essence. The lifespan loss was real. Even if he could find a Great Herb that could extend his lifespan, the lifespan loss would still be lost. No matter what, there was no way he could make up for it. Another year passed, and Ling Han had already cultivated to the end of the seventh form.

This time, he settled down for a whole half yearʼs time.

The Eighth Form, even for Imperial Sons, was an incredibly difficult gulf to breach. It was said that only the Golden Generation had reached this kind of height, and presently, among the Silver Generation that had broken through to the Spirit Transformation Tier, there were very few that had done so. Furthermore, those that did had all obtained great fortune, and only then could they succeed.

From this, it could be seen how difficult it was to let the True Self complete eight evolutions. Thus, Ling Han chose to settle down for half a year.

It was about time.

Ling Han began to break through to the eighth form, and tempestuous waves instantly rose up in his mind. The True Self of Destruction was exuding seven-coloured light, as if it had a life of its own. It actively began to grab the Regulations of heaven and earth to solidify itself. However, the Regulations of heaven and earth had just adhered onto the True Self, when the seven-coloured brilliance flickered, immediately shaking off these Regulations.

Again and again, it was the same.

Looks like the previous trick was useless.

Ling Han suppressed the True Self of Destruction and tried his best to calm it down. Then, he summoned the Regulations again to stimulate the evolution of the True Self of Destruction.

He was faced with many difficulties, and his progress was slow, but he was indeed improving.

A look of delight appeared on Ling Hanʼs face. Looks like this would work. ʼCome, letʼs continue.ʼ

In his mind, the eight True Selves all helped, grabbing the Regulations to strengthen the True Self of Destruction.

One day, two days, three days... this progress was really slow. Right until the ninth day, the light exuded by the True Self of Destruction finally dimmed, completely concealed by the new Regulations.

But in the next instant, endless light shone brilliantly, and the True Self of Destruction exploded with dazzling light again.

It was not seven colours, but rather... eight colours!

Ling Han laughed loudly. Success, the True Self of Destruction had already taken the most crucial step, and advanced into the eighth form.

He continued to sit in a cross-legged position. Endless power of heaven and earth was surging towards him. Now was the best time to increase his cultivation level. This was bestowed by the power of heaven and earth, and there would definitely be no aftereffects.

Half a day later, Ling Han finally stopped.

The Eighth Form of the True Self Tier!

Right now, did he have the ability to battle against Spirit Transformation Tier elites?

Ling Han tested his strength. Double powers of 75 Heavens, and his explosive power could reach 85 Heavens. Just how terrifying was this?

Faced with this kind of power, the Imperial Technique was practically negligible.

However, whether it could match a Spiritual Transformation Tier elite or not would only be known after a battle.

”Sigh, cultivating to such great power, yet having no opponent to test out my skills, itʼs really a bit like wearing embroidered clothes at night. Itʼs too wasteful.”

”Then I might as well cultivate to the end of the ninth form in one go!”

According to legends, the ninth form only existed in theory. The extreme number in the heaven and earth was nine, so this should be possible. However, according to the known information, no one had ever cultivated it.

Of course, for example, the successive generations of Ancestral Kings might have kept a low profile, and did not speak of their achievements. They did not care about this kind of reputation at all. With how high and noble an Emperor was, what need was there for him to care about this kind of glory?

Ling Han was still the same as before, cultivating, battling, battling, cultivating.

The searchers gradually decreased. When Ling Han had also cultivated the Eighth Form to the end, there was already no one that came out to look for him.

By the looks of it, the five Venerate Tier elites had given up, knowing that they couldnʼt find Ling Han.

However, it was not definite that they had really given up. They were probably waiting for someone to walk right into their trap.

Ling Han was neither happy nor sad. He turned back to stabilizing his cultivation level, cultivating every True Self to perfection.

This time, it actually took a yearʼs time.

Ling Han wasnʼt in a rush. Firstly, the speed of his improvement could already be described as freakish, and secondly, as the saying went, longer accumulation would lead to greater improvement[1.one should never seek quick results; rather, one should pay attention to accumulating strength and making full preparations before making advances.]. The longer he accumulated, the more energy he would naturally have by then.

Now, it was about time. He could finally do it.

Ling Han suppressed the True Self of Destruction as usual, while the other eight True Selves summoned the Regulations of heaven and earth to advance the ninth transformation of the True Self of Destruction.

But this time, he could not suppress it.

This repulsive force was too strong. Even if more than half of it was suppressed, it could still easily destroy the ninth evolution of the True Self of Destruction.

What could they do?

Ling Han thought of the Power of Dimension in his body. This was an ultimate move that he had tried time and time again to break through his limits, and with the suppression of the Power of Dimension, it should not be a problem for the True Self of Destruction to complete the ninth evolution.

But what if there was still the Tenth Form?

He had once obtained the notebook of a genius freak, and it deduced that there was still the existence of the tenth form above the ninth form. Only by breaking past the ninth form could he truly break through his limits.

But the problem was that the ninth form only existed in theory, and the tenth form was like the stuff of illusions.

Yet Ling Han did not dare to easily deny it. What if there was a Tenth Form? Then he would have used up his trump card for the Ninth Form, so what would he depend on to break through

to the Tenth Form?

”Iʼll try it out with the Imperial Weapon.”

Ling Han suddenly had an idea. The Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower wasnʼt the real Imperial Weapon, but its benefits were here. He didnʼt need to worry about losing control of

its explosive power and killing himself.

Letʼs give it a try.

Weng, in his mind, the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower vibrated lightly, sending streaks of Primal Chaos Qi towards the True Self of Destruction. The might of Origin Gold

surged, suppressing this True Self.

Meanwhile, Ling Han took advantage of the opening to grab the Regulations of heaven and earth to advance the ninth evolution of the True Self of Destruction.

However, the Primal ChaosQi blocked almost all Regulations. After a day, Ling Han did not

discover any progress.

He naturally would not give up so easily, and would not waver in the slightest.

Two days, five days, ten days, and there was still not the slightest bit of improvement. However, Ling Hanʼs stubbornness was also revealed at this moment. He still had no intention of stopping, as if he would not turn back even if he broke through the southern wall

1.

A whole month had passed, and the light exuded by the True Self of Destruction finally

dimmed a little.

There was improvement!

Ling Han really wanted to laugh out loud. He had also thought of giving up, but he had

suppressed this thought with his strong determination.

Since this was his choice, he would rather wait until the ten yearsʼ time was up than give up

halfway.

Thankfully, he had succeeded in just a month.

However, this was only the beginning. Again, again.

Ling Han continued. A whole year had passed, and he had finally succeeded.

The True Self of Destruction glowed with nine colours!

”Hahaha!” He stood up, incredibly pleased.

This was a victory of self-persistence, which made him feel especially accomplished.