txolops Chapter 151 The so-called No. 1 in Core Formation! Nothing but an ant!
Chapter 151 The so-called No. 1 in Core Formation! Nothing but an ant!
The enormous shadowy figure nodded slightly, and two chilling beams of light shot out from its eyes.
It swept across the crowd.
Wherever that gaze fell, everyone held their breath instantly, their heartbeats seemingly stopping for a moment!
The sounds of "plop" rang out one after another.
Some Foundation Establishment cultivators with lower cultivation levels felt a sudden heaviness throughout their bodies, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground, unable to get up even an inch.
They struggled desperately, but it was as if an invisible hand was holding them down, preventing them from moving.
The Core Formation cultivators from the Mad Sand Sect managed to stand, but their knees trembled slightly, veins throbbed on their foreheads, and they looked extremely strained. They gritted their teeth, struggling to hold on, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
Just as these cultivators were trembling with fear and secretly lamenting their impending doom—
The enormous figure seemed to smile, and its body suddenly transformed into a sky full of starlight, dissipating and disappearing.
The points of light scattered and returned to nothingness.
It was as if that awe-inspiring giant shadow had never appeared at all.
Everyone stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
"Tell all disciples to stay at least twenty miles away from this mountain and not to disturb that senior!"
The leader of the Mad Sand Sect took a deep breath and gave the order in a deep voice.
……
Meanwhile, in the quiet chamber on the mountain peak.
Lin Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his breathing long and steady.
But on the top of its head, there was a tiny baby, about an inch tall, climbing and playing on its hair bun.
The baby was fair-skinned and covered in a bluish glow. Its appearance was exactly the same as Lin Chuan's, except that its face was full of excitement and laughter, which was very different from Lin Chuan's usual taciturnity.
It would climb up to the top of the head, slide down to the forehead, and then circle around the hair bun, having a great time.
Lin Chuan's true form beneath the infant had a rosy complexion and a peaceful expression, as if he were fast asleep.
After a while, the baby seemed to be tired from playing. After yawning, a flash of blue light appeared and it burrowed into Lin Chuan's body from the top of his head.
Lin Chuan's expression shifted, and after his eyelids trembled slightly, he finally opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of gentle, restrained, bright eyes, exceptionally clear, like a deep pool, bottomless. Wherever their gaze fell, the whole world seemed different—clearer, more transparent, and more capable of seeing the essence of things.
"Finally, the Nascent Soul has been formed."
Lin Chuan murmured softly, his tone calm, but his heart was surging with an uncontrollable excitement.
Nascent Soul Stage!
Countless cultivators are stuck at the Nascent Soul stage, unable to cross this threshold in their entire lives. But he succeeded!
He looked inward at his dantian and felt the surging, ocean-like magical power within him—several times more powerful than when he was a nascent infant! The purity of every strand of magical power far surpassed that of before.
Even more astonishing is the divine consciousness.
Before forming his Nascent Soul, his divine sense covered a range of 160 li, comparable to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Now, however, his divine sense has undergone a qualitative leap, as if it had been reborn from its cocoon!
He released his divine sense, extending it in all directions.
One hundred li, two hundred li, three hundred li, three hundred and fifty li...
Three hundred and fifty li!
An ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense can only cover about three hundred miles.
In other words, Lin Chuan's divine sense at this moment has surpassed the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
With such divine sense, cultivators of the same level have almost nowhere to hide in front of him.
Lin Chuan got up and stretched his muscles.
His bones crackled softly, and every muscle pulsated with power. He walked to the stone door of the meditation room and gently pushed it open.
The stone gate slowly opened.
Outside the door, Yuan Yao was standing in the hall, her eyes fixed on the direction of the quiet room.
The moment she saw Lin Chuan walk out, an overwhelming excitement flashed in her eyes, and she quickly walked up to him.
"Brother Chuan, congratulations on achieving Nascent Soul stage!"
Her voice trembled slightly, a mixture of joy for him and relief—the past two months of watching over him had been filled with anxiety, but now she could finally relax.
Lin Chuan looked at her, a warm feeling welling up inside him. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"Yes, Yao-mei, I did it."
He spoke softly, his tone gentle yet firm.
"From this day forward, in this chaotic sea of stars, no one will be able to easily bully us."
Yuan Yao leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his chest, and softly hummed in agreement.
After embracing for a moment, Lin Chuan released his grip and began to recount the process of forming a nascent soul.
With the aid of the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill, the formation of the Nascent Soul was relatively smooth. The real challenge was the final tribulation of inner demons.
The tribulation of inner demons is extremely dangerous. It doesn't directly attack your physical body, but rather strikes at the deepest part of your heart—whatever you fear most, that's what your inner demons will manifest.
In the illusion, Lin Chuan saw his past self, an ordinary person who was mediocre and unremarkable on Blue Star; he saw those who died at his hands in this life, their faces contorted with rage as they came to claim his life; he saw Yuan Yao lying in a pool of blood; he saw the backlash from his transformed soul; he saw his cultivation completely destroyed, reduced to a mortal...
Every scene, from Cola Novels—a platform dedicated to providing the most comfortable reading experience—directly strikes at his deepest fears.
Fortunately, he had that Soul-Nourishing Beads bracelet.
Those eighteen black beads exuded a calming and soothing aura.
"Thanks to the Soul-Nourishing Pearl you gave me," Lin Chuan said earnestly, holding Yuan Yao's hand.
Yuan Yao smiled slightly, about to say something—
"Senior, I am the leader of the Mad Sand Sect. May I ask your name?"
A respectful voice came from outside the cave.
Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he "saw" the situation outside the cave—the leader of the Mad Sand Sect, along with several elders, stood respectfully outside the barrier, hands at their sides, not daring to offend in the slightest.
Lin Chuan hesitated for a moment, then spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carried:
"You don't need to know my name. This time, I'm using your sect's spiritual vein to form my Nascent Soul. Tell me, what kind of reward do you want?"
"No! No!"
The sect leader of the Mad Sand Sect hurriedly waved his hand, his tone filled with fear, "It is our honor that you, senior, were able to achieve Nascent Soul formation in our sect, bringing glory to our humble abode. How could we dare to ask for any reward!"
He paused, as if making up his mind, and then spoke:
"If you wish to reside here permanently, Senior, our Kuangsha Sect is willing to honor you as a Supreme Elder, providing you with 30,000 spirit stones annually, and sending young female disciples to attend to your needs. If you require anything of us, Senior, the entire Kuangsha Sect is ready to serve you, even at the cost of our lives!"
Upon hearing this, the elders behind him all showed surprise.
The Supreme Elder—that's the highest honor in the sect! The sect leader is determined to keep this Nascent Soul cultivator!
Lin Chuan listened and smiled faintly.
The leader of the Mad Sand Sect certainly has guts. Offering such terms would likely have tempted an ordinary rogue cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.
Unfortunately, his ambitions lay elsewhere.
"No need."
Lin Chuan said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cave's protective barrier rippled slightly, cracking open. A beam of azure light flew out and landed in front of the Mad Sand Sect Master.
It was an ancient treasure—a flying sword that was entirely silver-white and exuded a sharp sword intent.
"I don't like owing favors. Consider this ancient treasure as payment for lending you my spiritual vein."
The leader of the Mad Sand Sect accepted the ancient treasure, feeling the immense power it contained, and a smile of both surprise and helplessness appeared on his face.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something more, but the restriction had already closed again.
……
Inside the cave, Lin Chuan was about to speak when he suddenly raised an eyebrow.
His divine sense detected an approaching aura.
That aura was roughly at the late Core Formation stage, and its speed was extremely fast. Moreover, it was followed by more than ten Foundation Establishment stage auras.
The direction was heading straight towards this mountain peak.
In the past, he would have taken a few more glances at someone in the late stage of Core Formation.
but now……
He shook his head and withdrew his divine sense.
"Yao-mei, let's pack up and get ready to leave."
"Leave?" Yuan Yao was taken aback. "So soon?"
Lin Chuan nodded slightly.
"After the news of my formation of the Nascent Soul here spreads, many people will come to visit. Some will sincerely want to befriend me, some will want to find out the truth, and some... may not have good intentions."
He paused, then looked outside the cave.
"It's better to avoid trouble. Let's go."
Yuan Yao asked no more questions and worked with him to collect all the array equipment in the cave.
……
Outside the cave, the magnificent beast-drawn carriage slowly descended.
"I am Wen Tianren, and I pay my respects to the Mad Shamen."
A gentle voice came from the beast-drawn carriage, polite in tone but with a hint of natural arrogance.
The faces of the Core Formation elders from the Mad Sand Sect changed drastically upon hearing this name.
Wen Tianren!
How could they not be familiar with this name?
Although this person is at the late Core Formation stage like their sect leader, he is definitely not someone that the Mad Sand Sect can afford to offend.
Because Wen Tianren's master is the Six Paths Supreme Saint—the number one demonic figure in the Chaotic Star Sea, a terrifying existence in the late Nascent Soul stage!
As a disciple of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, Wen Tianren usually commands respect even from ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators in the cultivation world, who are unwilling to offend him easily.
"Quickly, please come in!"
An elder quickly opened the barrier and welcomed the beast-drawn carriage inside.
Wen Tianren stepped out of the beast-drawn carriage, still dressed in the same hempen robes, tall hat, and barefoot attire.
His gaze swept across the area and he spotted the Mad Sand Sect Master rushing over.
"What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Wen?" The leader of the Mad Sand Sect stepped forward, his face beaming with smiles.
Wen Tianren smiled slightly, glanced at him, and then frowned slightly.
"Where is your sect leader? I want to see him."
He subconsciously thought that the magnificent Nascent Soul formation phenomenon was caused by the sect leader of the Mad Sand Sect, since the sect leader was a late-stage Core Formation cultivator many years ago. If he had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage this time, it would be reasonable.
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