Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 707: Chapter 707 True Demon Forbidden Land_1

It was uncertain how much time had passed before Ling Xiao’s eyes slowly opened, having been tightly shut. Within his bright pupils, a misty haze had appeared.

Success!

The Twelve Golden Lotus Art had broken through its fifth level, with the fifth Celestial Phenomenon Power— Mist Heavenly Phenomenon—comprehended.

Not only that, his cultivation level had officially stepped into the Half-step Celestial realm!

This was a breakthrough of tremendous significance.

Previously battling against Half-step Celestials with his cultivation at the Transcendent Realm Ninth Layer, unless under special circumstances, he had to enter the Human-Dragon Form, and it had to be the tenth form to stand a chance.

Such battles left Ling Xiao feeling insecure because if he lost, there would be almost no way out; he’d have to assume the Ancient Golden Dragon Form.

However, once in the Ancient Golden Dragon Form, he could face the grim prospect of bloody pursuits and slaughter, which would truly be troublesome.

Hence, in battle, he needed to be fully confident.

That meant enhancing his own cultivation.

Upon leaving seclusion, he heard that Lan Yu’er had also broken through to possess half the strength of a Half-step Celestial, Leng Hao had advanced to the Pinnacle of Transcendent Realm Ninth Layer, and Dai Yuling had also reached the Pinnacle of Transcendent Realm Ninth Layer. These two had now become his direct rivals.

However, it was considered healthy competition.

As for Zhao Zhi, his progress during this period was probably the greatest. His cultivation level had reached the initial stage of the Transcendent Realm Eighth Layer, ranking just behind Dai Yuling among the top ten core disciples.

Yet, when they saw Ling Xiao, they still displayed looks of disbelief, barely able to accept it.

”Senior Brother Ling, you’re just too impressive. I thought I was getting closer to you, but then you suddenly became a Half-step Celestial, and the gap has widened once again,” said Leng Hao, shaking his head with a wry smile.

Ling Xiao thought to himself that this was obvious; after all, he had spent so many Spirit Stones to raise his cultivation level, and even had to fight in the Northern Han Capital City. If he had not improved faster than Leng Hao, that would be truly shameful.

There were only five days left until the Sacred Dynasty Martial Arts Festival, and Wu Xiang called all ten core disciples of the Moon Hua Sect into the council hall.

”The rules of the Sacred Dynasty Martial Arts Festival allow each of the Twelve Sects to dispatch no more than a hundred disciples each, with preliminary and final competitions. The location for the preliminaries is the True Demon Forbidden Land, which is the former Imperial Palace of the True Demon Empire. That place is fraught with dangers, but it’s also filled with opportunities.”

Wu Xiang reminded, ”The preliminaries will eliminate the majority of disciples. Of over a thousand participants from the Twelve Sects, perhaps only about two hundred will be left to join the finals. The finals will take place in the Sacred Dynasty’s Capital City—Dragon Sky City. The preliminaries will start the day after tomorrow, so prepare a little and we’ll set out today.”

Had they not been waiting for Ling Xiao to finish his seclusion, this departure could have been scheduled earlier.

Wu Xiang’s expectations for Ling Xiao were the highest.

Ling Xiao appeared very calm and composed, standing there without revealing even a hint of a martial artist’s aura, as if he were born naturally adept.

The more ordinary he seemed, the more reassuring it was.

Inwardly radiating divine light was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Before, Ling Xiao wasn’t entirely certain he could defeat Jian Wuji, unless he transformed into the Ancient Golden Dragon Form and perhaps even had to use the Sealed Card.

Now, however, he was ninety percent sure he could beat Jian Wuji.

As for the Holy Son, he also felt fifty percent confident.

But that confidence wasn’t enough; it needed to be boosted, and the preliminaries’ True Demon Forbidden Land was to become the key place for his next phase of enhancing his strength.

That place was not just a preliminary round, but also a chance.

”Additionally, every martial artist can only enter the True Demon Forbidden Land once. No one knows why, but if you enter a second time, you’ll be directly thrown out by a terrifying force. Consequently, you’re fortunate—the top fifty martial artists will likely skip this round of preliminaries, as they are considered seeded competitors.”

Wu Xiang continued, ”For most of our Sect’s participants, the preliminaries might be as far as they go, but I hope everyone can gain something from the True Demon Forbidden Land.”

”Sect Master, we will do our best!”

Zhao Zhi said excitedly.

He was thrilled to have raised his cultivation level to the First Stage of the Transcendent Realm Eighth Layer before the Martial Arts Festival.

He didn’t dream of entering the top one hundred, as long as he could get good results in the preliminary round, that would be sufficient.

”Hehe, don’t put too much pressure on yourselves, this time if our Moon Hua Sect can have two people enter the finals, then it would be considered progress!”

When Wu Xiang said this, he actually felt a bit embarrassed because the best results the Moon Hua Sect had ever achieved were having only one person make it to the finals, and they didn’t manage to break into the top hundred in the end.

It was too shameful to speak out loud.

It’s no wonder that those people from other sects would look down upon and ridicule the Moon Hua Sect.

”Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Ling should have the qualifications to become the new Sixth Young Master of the Sacred Dynasty, right? By then, our Moon Hua Sect will surely gain a great deal of prestige.”

Leng Hao said excitedly.

”Right, speaking of which, Senior Brother Ling, are you confident about defeating Jian Wuji?”

Wu Xiang didn’t dare to mention the matter of the Holy Son because he wasn’t sure himself.

”Complete confidence!”

An eighty percent chance was, to Ling Xiao, the same as complete confidence.

”Senior Brother Ling, you might not be aware, but Jian Wuji has also made a breakthrough recently. It is said that he is now at ninety percent strength, half-step Celestial Honored Realm. With this, the cultivation levels of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty have all reached ninety percent strength, with the difference being just in their Martial Arts, strength, and real combat experience,” Wu Xiang reminded him.

”It’s normal for him to have made a breakthrough with his talent; there’s nothing surprising about it. I’ve already taken that into account,” Ling Xiao said indifferently. ”To be honest with you, Senior Brother Wu, my goal has always been the Holy Son. As for Jian Wuji, if he doesn’t provoke me, I couldn’t be bothered to pay him any mind.”

Hearing this, Wu Xiang shook his head with a wry smile. His junior brother had hidden so much strength that he didn’t even consider Jian Wuji a concern.

The other core disciples were utterly shocked.

In their eyes, the Holy Son was an invincible being, and now someone was thinking of challenging the Holy Son, and it was one of their peers.

Did he truly have the capability?

Or was it all just an act?

Ling Xiao didn’t care what they thought.

He was now at ten percent strength, half-step Celestial, because the spiritual liquid hadn’t been fully absorbed yet, plus the power left behind by the King of People that he found at the bottom of the sea was still not fully digested.

Through this preliminary round, he estimated that his cultivation level could break through some more, and by the finals, reaching fifty percent strength, half-step Celestial should not be a problem.

It might even go higher.

After all, no one could say for sure what they would encounter in the True Demon Forbidden Land; if luck was on his side, that could be a huge windfall.

”Alright, you all go and get ready, we’ll meet up at the plaza in a quarter of an hour!”

Wu Xiang had his doubts about Ling Xiao’s words.

He knew Ling Xiao was strong, but could Ling Xiao really defeat the Holy Son?

That seemed a bit too difficult.

He had seen the Holy Son that day, and although still young, he knew the Martial Soul of the Holy Son was extremely powerful, it might even possibly be one of the nine Ancient Dragon King’s Dragon Souls.

The higher one’s cultivation level, the more apparent this became.