Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4045: Coercion from the Venerate Tiers



When one had reached the Core Formation Tier, cultivation could be considered a two-step process.

The first step was changes to the Celestial Core. This determined the power of the cultivator, and the other was the accumulation of mystical power. This would determine the endurance of the cultivator in battle.

For Ling Han, his endurance had long since reached the level of Sect Master. Thus, what he had to do was very simple. He only had to focus on improving the Celestial Core.

One month, two months, three months. Time passed very quickly, and when Ling Han refined all the natural treasures he had prepared, the large black dog finally finished analyzing all those seals.

Analyzing it was one matter, and reconstructing it was another.

Thus, if the large black dog wanted to truly use the Ten Cultivation Technique, it would probably take at least a year.

However, it was fine as long as he had a preliminary grasp of it. That way, he would not forget it as time passed.

"Old Black, we should leave," Ling Han said.

Now, he really couldn't stay any longer. The cultivation resources he had prepared had already been used up, and it would only be a waste of time.

"All right." The large black dog nodded, "However, how do we get out?"

"Let me give it a try."

Ling Han pressed his hands on the wall, then channelled the Ten Cultivation Technique. A miraculous thing happened. The whole wall actually began to light up, then became transparent, and finally disappeared.

Yi?

When they appeared out of thin air, they saw that they were presently in a desolate plain, and there were people all around them. There were people of all cultivation levels.

They had come out!

Ling Han could grasp the things that had disappeared in the Mystery Realm. Those were the Regulations of heaven and earth. Only the true great world possessed them, and they were complete.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"He's out!"

"Ling Han is out!"

"Finally!"

All around them, everyone was cheering loudly, appearing to be incredibly excited.

Ling Han chuckled. What did it have to do with these people whether he came out or not? Why were they so excited?

"Ling Han, you've obtained the inheritance of Divine Rain Venerate, haven't you?" someone immediately asked. This was a True Self Tier elite, and he had a sense of superiority from a superior position.

-No matter how outstanding you are, if there is a gap of a major tier in cultivation level, you are trash in my eyes.

Ling Han smiled faintly, "Whether I have obtained it or not, this is my personal matter. What business is it of yours?"

"Humph, what an arrogant brat. You haven't even entered the True Self Tier yet!" the True Self Tier elite said in displeasure.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Another True Self Tier elite stepped out, "Hand over the inheritance of the Divine Rain Venerate. This is not yours alone!"

Ling Han laughed loudly, "You guys want to become robbers?"

As he spoke, he communicated with the ley lines. This was a great world, and there were naturally many ley lines on a real planet. The nearest ley line exit was only more than 15km away from him. It was completely usable.

In this way, he was naturally filled with confidence.

"What a stubborn guy. If we don't make him suffer a little, it looks like he won't listen!" someone sneered.

This was a Sect Master elite!

Now that such an elite had spoken, no matter how prodigious he was, he could only obediently shut his mouth.

"You want to pick on the weak?" Ling Han glared at the Sect Master, not backing down at all.

"Ha, you're courting death!" The Sect Master moved, and grabbed out at Ling Han. He had absolutely no intention of interrogating Ling Han. He would directly search Ling Han's soul, and only then would he be able to obtain all the secrets.

"Humph, you dare to touch the disciple of our Nine Suns Holy Land?" With a cold laugh, xiu, a figure had already stood in front of Ling Han. Then, he raised a palm, and delivered a slap at the Sect Master elite.

This person's speed was too fast. He had stepped right in between Ling Han and the Sect Master, and then shot out a palm strike. Everything happened in one go, and even time seemed to have stopped.

Thus, the Sect Master couldn't react in time at all. Pa! He was instantly struck head-on, and he was sent tumbling through the air. He then crashed to the ground, causing a cloud of dust and sand to billow into the air.

Hiss, the dignified Sect Master was actually sent flying with a single slap?

Everyone was stunned. F***, who was this person that had come? He was too awesome, wasn't he?

This naturally was the Nine Mountains Venerate.

"Nine Mountains, isn't it demeaning to show off your might to a junior?" A voice rang out.

The Nine Mountains Venerate looked towards a certain direction, and asked, "Dragon Seventh?"

"Hehe, it's been a few thousand years since we parted, so you still remember me?" An old man walked out. He was tall and slender, and there was actually a pair of horns on his head. They looked a little like antlers, but were much longer.

The Dragon Seven Venerate was from the Dragon Race. Of course, this Dragon Race was self-proclaimed by them, and actually belonged to the Flood Dragon Race. It was completely unrelated to the True Dragon.

After the death of the first generation Divine Beast, there were no more pure-blooded Divine Beasts in the world.

The Nine Mountains Venerate humphed, and said, "Someone bullied my disciple, so can't I

slap him?"

Dragon Seventh Venerate chuckled, "I can't be bothered to interfere in this matter. However, your disciple has obtained the inheritance of Divine Rain Venerate. I am very interested, so allow me to search his soul. I can guarantee that I will not harm him in the slightest." "What a joke!" The Nine Mountains Venerate instantly rebuked coldly, "Your divine sense is so powerful. If you search his soul once, would he still have any future prospects?" "Hehe, I didn't take his life, am I not merciful enough?" the Dragon Seventh Venerate said with a smile.

In the eyes of a Venerate Tier elite, no matter how brilliant you were, you were only an ant.

Was it not enough to spare your life?

Ling Han looked over at Dragon Seventh Venerate, committing this old geezer's appearance and soul fluctuations to memory. When he became a Venerate Tier in the future, he would definitely slap this old b@stard's mouth.

The Nine Mountains Venerate shook his head, and said, "Step back. I'm bringing my disciple

back!"

"Nine Mountains, even if I agree not to make things difficult for you, there are still a great many people that would not agree." Dragon Seventh Venerate smirked coldly.

"That's right. I disagree."

"I also disagree."

"I too am very interested in the inheritance of Divine Rain Venerate."

"..."

Multiple voices rang out, and one after another, elderly men and women walked out from the surroundings. However, there was also one that was very young. He looked to be thirty years old at most, and his true age was at most a few thousand years old. The flame of life was incredibly vigorous, and was boundlessly terrifying.

The Nine Mountains Venerate's eyes focused on that person, and his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly. "Luo Wuding!"

Luo Wuding from the Imperial Clan, he had become a Venerate Tier elite after cultivating for 5000 years. Everyone said that he had hopes of becoming a Saint.

Luo Wuding smiled faintly, "Brother Nine Mountains."

The Nine Mountains Venerate couldn't help but feel rueful, saying, "The first time I saw you,

you were only at the Core Formation Tier. I never thought that after such a long time, you

would already become a Venerable Tier elite, capable of being my equal."

"Nine Mountains, don't talk about unrelated matters!" Dragon Seventh Venerate said impatiently, "Do you still want to protect your disciple now?"

The Nine Mountains Venerate, said proudly, "With me here, don't even think of touching a

single hair on his head!"

"Nine Mountains, what need is there for this?" An old woman spoke up. Her appearance and height was no different from an ordinary person, but her skin was purple-gold in colour,

which was very bizarre.

She was called Purple Gold Venerate, but she liked others to call her Grandma ZijinR.

"Nine Mountains, though you are not weak, we have at least ten Venerate Tier elites here," another skinny old man said. "Those that can cultivate to Venerate Tier are more or less standing at the peak of martial arts. All of them are prodigies among prodigies, and neither is weaker than the other."

"In a battle of one against ten, you will definitely lose!"