Even if they cultivated to the fifth or even sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm, the speed at which they absorbed and refined the origin of the Sacred River was far less than one percent of his!
The moment Ling Fan's world took shape, the entire Jiuhua Realm sensed it. The power of the Martial Dao origin trembled and stirred, as if it were excited, cheering, and leaping for someone, for something!
"Hmm? Why is the Jiuhua Sacred River in turmoil for no reason! Could it be that a Saint King has been born?"
"Impossible. To step into the realm of a Saint King, one must comprehend and break through within the main stream of the Jiuhua Sacred River. At the very least, one must reach our level, otherwise, it is all in vain, like water without a source."
"Then how do you explain the turmoil of the Jiuhua Sacred River just now?"
"This... perhaps a sacred artifact of origin has been born in the Jiuhua Realm, or perhaps someone has opened up a brand new sacred path on the Jiuhua Sacred River."
At this moment.
Upon a sacred river even more vast, ten to a hundred times longer than the Wuzhou Sacred River, near the very apex of this supreme sacred river, several figures sat cross-legged on the river, completely unaffected by its power, even exuding an aura of suppressing the sacred river. These figures suddenly turned their heads towards the downstream direction of the Jiuhua Sacred River with a hint of strangeness on their faces.
"This direction seems to be the Wuzhou Sacred River!"
"The martial arts in Wuzhou have been declining for hundreds of years and have remained dormant and closed. Even if it is now beginning to revive and open up, it will still take a long time to recover. How could it cause a change in the main stream of the Jiuhua Sacred River?"
"When things are out of the ordinary, there must be a reason. Should we go to the Wuzhou Sacred River to see if there are any hidden dangers and nip them in the bud, so as not to affect our plans!"
"Hmm, let's think about whether it's necessary. Our mission has reached a critical juncture, and we cannot afford any detours!"
...
The source of the Wuzhou Sacred River.
Whoosh!
Ling Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down without regard for his image, feeling a sense of exhaustion throughout his body.
He didn't know how long this act of opening the heavens had lasted, and he had almost failed, leading to his death and the destruction of his Dao.
In the end, it was fortunate that he somehow activated the power of the Samsara Divine Cauldron to stabilize the heavens and earth, allowing this act of opening the heavens to succeed.
Recalling the entire process now, it was truly thrilling; a slight misstep would have resulted in eternal damnation.
"Brother Fan, you scared me to death!"
As soon as Ling Fan sat down, a delicate figure immediately threw herself into his arms. With warmth and softness in his embrace, Ling Fan smiled, wiped away the tears on the face of the beauty in his arms, and said, "Silly girl, I'll be fine."
"What dangerous cultivation technique are you practicing? You are not allowed to take such risks again next time! If anything were to happen to you, what would I do?"
Lan Xueyi pinched Ling Fan hard, her voice filled with both heartache and anger.
"Alright... Ah, let go, it hurts! And there are outsiders here, at least give me some face."
Ling Fan quickly begged for mercy.
Lan Xueyi then relented.
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression had turned around at some unknown time and quickly said, "Young Master Ling, I just dozed off. I didn't hear anything and saw nothing. Oh dear, when people get old, they become sleepy, and sleepiness comes whenever it wants."
Ling Fan coughed dryly.
"Young Master Ling, what profound technique were you cultivating just now? I seemed to feel your Golden Core shatter!"
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression asked with great solemnity.
He knew how powerful Ling Fan's Golden Core was. For such a Golden Core to shatter so easily was truly a pity to behold.
Ling Fan said, "I was shattering my Golden Core just now, attempting to break through to the Saint Realm."
"So that's how it is! Young Master Ling, did you succeed?"
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression had never heard of any martial artist needing to shatter their Golden Core to attempt to break through to the Saint Realm. However, since Ling Fan did not explain, he did not dare to probe further.
"Well, I suppose I succeeded."
Ling Fan said.
He extended his hand and a strange power appeared in his palm. With a casual wave, it stirred up a terrifying storm, causing the Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression's body to sway violently, nearly making him fall.
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression's eyes immediately showed a look of horror.
After his diligent cultivation during this period, his cultivation had been completely consolidated, reaching the peak of the sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm, ready to break through at any moment.
Yet, his cultivation was unable to withstand Ling Fan's casual wave?
What terrifying and formidable power was this? It was simply inconceivable!
"Young Master Ling, you have become a Saint!"
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression exclaimed excitedly.
"No, my path is different from others. To truly enter the Manifestation Realm, I still need more time and resources. It cannot be achieved overnight."
Ling Fan shook his head faintly.
His current realm and cultivation were actually difficult to precisely measure with terms like Quasi-Saint Realm or Manifestation Realm.
If he had to say, his world had now expanded to about six zhang. This was roughly equivalent to sixty percent integration into the Dao in the Quasi-Saint Realm. When his world expanded to ten zhang, he would have entered the Saint Realm.
Of course.
Realm was one thing.
Combat power was another.
He had now opened up his world, transitioning from the realm of myriad laws to the realm of myriad Daos. With the addition of a layer of heaven and earth, his combat power was more than a hundred times stronger. Even a peerless Saint King at the ninth stage of the Saint Realm would likely find it difficult to resist his current power.
"Xueyi, are you about to master the Wuzhou Sacred River?"
Ling Fan looked at Xueyi. With his current cultivation and strength, he could see through the foundations of other powerful individuals at a glance. He immediately sensed the dense aura of the Wuzhou Sacred River origin within Xueyi's body, almost integrated into the Wuzhou Sacred River, having gained immense benefits. Her cultivation had finally reached the sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm.
"Yes, it will only take a little more time."
Xueyi nodded.
"Good."
Ling Fan nodded with satisfaction, then began to consolidate his cultivation. With his world newly formed, he needed to further stabilize it, while also drawing upon the origin power of the Wuzhou Sacred River to strengthen and perfect his own world.
As time passed.
Xueyi's aura grew stronger and stronger. The entire person seemed to have no barrier with the Wuzhou Sacred River, as if she were about to become a spiritual existence within the sacred river.
Just then.
Ling Fan suddenly opened his eyes sharply and looked towards the main stream of the Jiuhua Sacred River.
He saw a terrifying large hand suddenly tear through the space, stirring up a terrifying storm. Behind the torn space, a figure appeared, standing on the Jiuhua Sacred River like a god or demon, reaching out to grab.
"The aura of a Saint King!"
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppression exclaimed in shock, his body tensing up, feeling an endless pressure.
Xueyi's expression also changed. Facing the large handprint with its clearly visible palm lines, she felt as if she were a defenseless prey. Her saintly power was completely suppressed, making it impossible for her to resist. Even the Hundred Flowers Crown let out mournful cries.