705: Chapter 705 Fifth-Order Azure Sword Perfected, Soul Spirit Realm Perfected

Rumor has it that the red phoenix stone was formed from the essence blood of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix; if refined, one has a chance to obtain that essence blood.

After refining it, there is a certain probability of awakening the Bloodline of the ancient ancestor.

Within the inherited Bloodline lies the true Legacy of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix, and the energy contained within is exceptionally rare.

“Jie jie jie, if that old woman knew, she would probably die of anger!” Liu Ling said with a smile.

“Mm, let’s go!” Hun Tiandi smiled, casually sweeping the red phoenix stone into his storage ring.

The four of them found a mysterious valley. With a wave of Hun Tiandi's hand, a grand hall descended. He chose to enter secluded cultivation, with Wang Ku standing guard.

Meanwhile, he sent Liu Ling and Mr. Corpse Soul out to gather information.

After making the arrangements and entering the hall, Hun Tiandi sat cross-legged and slowly raised his left hand, revealing a green soul gathering storage ring on his index finger.

This storage ring had the ability to collect Soul bodies and was snatched from the hands of the Blood Feather Mercenary Group.

Aowooo...

A wisp of Soul Power surged from between his brows and landed on the soul gathering storage ring. Instantly, the roars of countless Soul bodies rang out, hideous and echoing in his ears.

There were nearly two million Soul bodies. The reason Hun Tiandi could collect so many was thanks to the Sovereigns of the Three Great Heavenly Dynasties.

They had joined forces to attack the Cangtian Holy Land, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides, and countless Soul bodies had become his gain.

His Soul Realm had long reached the Late Stage of the Spiritual Realm, with no way to progress further. The massive Soul Sword within his Sea of Consciousness space radiated a deep green sword light.

The Soul Weapon Art had already been cultivated to the fourth grade Green Perfection level. Having previously encountered a Bottleneck, he had been unable to break through for a time.

With the destruction of the Cangtian Holy Land and the collection of so many Soul bodies, he wanted to see if he could break through the fourth grade of the Soul Weapon Art and advance to the fifth grade Green Sword level.

With a casual movement, he activated the hall's defensive Formation, ensuring not a single shred of aura would leak out.

He released a hundred thousand Soul bodies. Immediately, illusory Soul bodies flew about the hall, revealing faces full of hideous resentment.

Like a tide, they surged toward Hun Tiandi.

“Soul Severing!”

With a thought, the Soul Sword surged out. His surging Soul Power condensed into a thousand deep green Soul Swords, striking the Soul bodies.

The sound of sword hums was constant as the Soul Swords radiated Innate Sword Intent, directly annihilating the Soul bodies.

Strands of Soul Origin power were brought back to the Sea of Consciousness space, and the milky-white energy filled every inch of the space.

“God Refining Art, refine for me!”

Then, the seventh layer of the God Refining Art was pushed to its limit, frantically refining these Soul forces and converting them into pure Soul Origin power.

It was injected directly into the Origin Soul Sword, causing the deep green light to flourish.

Clang!

Within the Sea of Consciousness space, a sky-piercing sword hum resounded, carrying an urgent ringing. It transformed into a sky-piercing vortex, like a Demonic Beast that had been hungry for a thousand years.

As if scenting a delicacy, it devoured the Soul Origin.

Feeling the Soul Sword grow stronger, the sword-shaped Soul condensed a rain of Soul Swords, continuously slaying the Soul bodies.

When the hundred thousand Soul bodies were completely slain, he released another hundred thousand.

Today, the Soul Weapon Art had to break through, and his Soul Power at the Late Stage of the Spiritual Realm also had to advance.

Buzz...

As more and more Soul bodies were slain, vast amounts of Soul power poured into the Sea of Consciousness space, refined by the God Refining Art.

Releasing incomparably pure Soul power, the sword-shaped Soul vibrated, continuously absorbing the Soul Origin.

The soul gathering storage ring released Soul bodies, batch after batch being slain.

When five hundred thousand Soul bodies had been slain, the sword-shaped Soul in the Sea of Consciousness space finally reached the moment of transformation.

Boom...

The originally deep green Soul Sword vaguely began to transform, producing strands of cyan Soul power. The moment those strands of cyan Soul power appeared...

Hun Tiandi knew the Bottleneck had finally been broken.

The Soul Weapon Art was divided into seven grades: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, and Purple. As long as the Soul Sword turned light cyan, the Soul Weapon Art would advance from the fourth grade to the fifth grade Cyan Sword level.

Seeing the Bottleneck vanish, Hun Tiandi was naturally overjoyed. He drove the Soul Sword to condense countless sword rains, slaying even more Soul bodies.

In this way, Hun Tiandi slew more and more Soul bodies, his speed becoming faster and faster.

The light cyan Soul Sword gradually grew stronger.

Crack!

After the Soul Weapon Art advanced to the fifth grade Cyan Sword, the God Refining Art within his Sea of Consciousness also reached the moment of Breakthrough.

The cultivation path suddenly shifted, becoming complex and repetitive, and the refining speed became even faster.

“Eighth layer of the God Refining Art!”

Hun Tiandi was delighted. Today was truly a double blessing; not only had the Soul Weapon Art advanced to the fifth grade, but the God Refining Art had also broken through to the eighth layer.

The efficiency of refining Soul power increased by more than tenfold.

Soul power was instantly refined into pure Origin power. The Soul Sword underwent continuous transformation, absorbing and strengthening itself frantically.

Because of this, the time spent cultivating became shorter and shorter.

In the blink of an eye, twenty days passed. Hun Tiandi continuously drove the Soul Sword to slay Soul bodies. By now, he had slain at least 1.5 million Soul bodies.

At this point, the Soul Sword had reached the Minor Achievement of light cyan and was constantly transforming, advancing to the Major Achievement of cyan. It was only one step away from the Dark Cyan Perfection.

After spending another five days and exterminating the final five hundred thousand Soul bodies...

The Soul Weapon Art finally broke through to the fifth grade level, and the Soul Sword completely transformed into Dark Cyan Perfection.

Fifth Grade Cyan Sword Perfection!

Before Hun Tiandi could celebrate, a crisp shattering sound echoed within the Sea of Consciousness space.

Crack!

With all two million Soul bodies slain, the Soul Sword that had finally reached dark cyan suddenly exploded with cyan light. The Origin Soul Sword surged, becoming a pillar of light that connected heaven and earth.

In the depths of his Soul, it felt as if something had shattered.

An inscrutable feeling welled up in his heart. His Soul Origin surged and directly transformed, giving birth to a brand-new sensation.

Clang!

The Soul Sword erupted with a hum, and the shackles of the Late Stage of the Spiritual Realm finally broke.

Breaking through the Late Stage of the Spiritual Realm, he advanced to Spiritual Realm Perfection.

Hun Tiandi’s Soul Realm had advanced to Spiritual Realm Perfection, a Realm that many Alchemists dreamed of.

Once Soul Power advanced to Spiritual Realm Perfection, one gained the qualification to refine Eighth Grade Pills and could even bestow spirituality upon the Medicinal Pills.

After three days of familiarizing himself, Hun Tiandi opened his eyes, two bolts of purple lightning flashing in the depths of his pupils.

The Breakthroughs in the Soul Weapon Art and Spiritual Realm Perfection put him in an excellent mood.

Twenty-eight days had already passed. There were only two days left until the start of the Medicine Clan’s Medicine Ceremony.

He slowly stood up, dispersed the Formation Restrictions, and pushed open the door to walk out.

“Your Majesty!” Sensing his aura, Wang Ku’s figure flickered and appeared before him.

“Mm!” At that moment, Liu Ling and Mr. Corpse Soul walked in from outside and gave a slight bow.

“Are you ready?” Hun Tiandi spoke indifferently.

“Yes!” Wang Ku and the other two nodded calmly, having waited for two days.

Within the Medicine Clan, atop a high peak.

Inside a hall, there was an exquisitely beautiful young girl with a slender build, her entire body radiating a faint medicinal fragrance.

At this moment, she frowned slightly: “The appointed time is almost here. Why hasn't he arrived yet?”

The girl was none other than Yao Ling of the Medicine Clan; it was she who had invited Hun Tiandi to visit the Medicine Clan.

“Bastard, you dare to break our appointment?” Yao Ling cried out in shame and anger, smashing the teacup on the table with a palm strike.

With a boom, a maidservant hurried into the hall.

“Young Miss, are you alright?” the maidservant asked worriedly.

“I'm fine!” Yao Ling said through gritted teeth, wishing she could tear Hun Tiandi apart alive.

Finally, the two days passed, and the moment for the Medicine Clan’s Medicine Ceremony arrived.

Before a stone gate stood Hun Tiandi and his party of four. The spatial gate before them was the passage into the Medicine Clan.

At this time, numerous figures were constantly flying over, taking out Jade Slips to hand over to the guards dressed in Medicine Clan robes for inspection.

Only then were they allowed inside.

“Let’s go and see this legendary, grand Medicine Ceremony!”

Hun Tiandi smiled. For the Medicine Clan’s ceremony, the Sects affiliated with the Medicine Clan were also permitted to enter.

It was the Medicine Clan’s liveliest time. Hun Tiandi’s gaze fell upon the figures moving to and fro in front of the giant gate.

As they slowly approached the giant gate, the guards, who were like statues, instantly became alert, their sharp gazes sweeping over.

They said in a heavy voice: “This is the Medicine Clan’s restricted area. No entry without an invitation.”

These guards had good eyes; they could see that the attire of Hun Tiandi’s group did not look like that of a force affiliated with the Medicine Clan.