Chapter 1439: 779: Veins of Mountains and Rivers, Fulfilling the Promise to Enter the Tower

Capítulo 1439: Chapter 779: Veins of Mountains and Rivers, Fulfilling the Promise to Enter the Tower

The Great Sun hangs high, the sky lofty and crisp.

Above Dragon Claw Peak, a pitch-black crack suddenly splits open, and Zhao Sheng steps out from within, suspended in mid-air.

After observing the sky, he suddenly flicks his wide sleeve, and a Scroll shoots out from the cuff.

Once the Scroll ascends to the sky, it rapidly unfolds forward, expanding faster and faster, the canvas growing endlessly.

In a blink, it seems as though a river stretching hundreds of miles has appeared in the sky, with shimmering waves reflecting myriad colors, mirroring all phenomena of heaven and earth.

Looking down at the canvas below, Zhao Sheng’s pupils involuntarily constrict.

This… is not an ordinary painting; it’s clearly a Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers painting.

The Wolong Mountain Range spans tens of thousands of miles, yet such vast territory is fully encompassed within, every detail vividly clear.

Dragon Head Peak, Dragon Claw Peak… Spirit Beast Mountain, Hidden River, Jiao River… countless mountains and rivers all presented within this painting.

Unable to resist, Zhao Sheng flies near the river canvas, releasing a strand of Divine Thought, probing into it.

In the next moment, the Mountain and Rivers painting undergoes another astonishing transformation.

Under the perception of Divine Thought, the lifelike mountains, lakes, and rivers suddenly fade away, replaced by a densely intricate, vibrant “network.”

If the Wolong Mountain Range is likened to a human body, then the “network” is like numerous veins and meridians spread throughout the body.

Not only that, Zhao Sheng clearly sees that those networks emitting bright radiance are precisely networks of Spirit Veins.

The largest main Spirit Vein network resembles a skeletal structure supporting the body’s framework, densely stretching from beneath Wolong Mountain Range up to the surface.

If the Spirit Vein network is likened to a skeletal structure, then the mountains, rivers, lakes are like pieces of flesh and blood, countless plants akin to the body’s skin and hair.

What a magnificent “Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers”!

The more he observes the “painting” before him, the more Zhao Sheng is astounded, feeling the old Taoist’s gesture held immense significance.

Outwardly just a painting, but in reality, it teaches you how to “open a Grotto Heaven” step by step.

With this painting in hand, when he opens a Grotto Heaven, he can perfectly “replicate” the Wolong Mountain Range inside, saving him countless Heart Power.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng realizes clearly, Wu Hua the old Taoist long ago saw through his details, knowing he had not yet broken through Unification.

Yet, the old Taoist intentionally did not point it out, and even voluntarily gifted this “generous gift.”

This way, Zhao Sheng’s debt of “favor” has become enormous.

A while later, the painting re-gathers, transforming into a Flowing Light, returning into the sleeve.

After putting away the painting, Zhao Sheng suddenly sighs lightly, then vanishes into thin air.

…

Divine Palace Heaven.

In the vast, infinite darkness of the Void, astonishingly floats an enormous, broken, peculiar skeleton.

The skeleton, large as a mountain, with bones of a black hue, looks like a weathered whale skeleton, its lower half missing, leaving only a huge, tattered skull and half a chest frame.

At this time, Thunder abruptly emerges from the darkness, striking the skeleton’s surface, instantly sparking a flood of multicolored “Electric Light,” densely traversing through the skeleton’s interior, soon absorbed by the nearby bones.

Atop the enormous black skull, remarkably sits a figure; who else could it be but Zhao Sheng?

With the All Heaven Star Map in hand, Zhao Sheng follows its guidance and smoothly finds this prime cultivation location.

The vast skeleton beneath him was once an Ancient Thunder Whale.

Ancient Thunder Whales are among the Ancient True Spirits, said to be born bathing in Thunder, naturally children of Thunder.

Though only a broken skeleton remains here, it can still attract vast Thunder Power. Undoubtedly, this is the best place for Thunder Cultivators to practice.

As time passes, strands of Thunder Dao “Spirit Mechanism” are pulled in by an invisible force, pouring continuously into Zhao Sheng’s body.

Every refined strand of Tao Spirit Mechanism advances his cultivation a bit further.

In less than a few months, Zhao Sheng’s cultivation has surged to the Late Stage of Returning Void Eighth Layer, nearing the threshold of Returning Void Ninth Layer.

If other Half-Immortals of the Void witnessed this scene, they would surely be envious, perhaps even envious enough to “weep bitterly.”

Can you imagine the despair of cultivation stagnating, forever seeing no hope of breakthrough, cultivation realm halted for thousands or tens of thousands of years?

Zhao Sheng can hardly fathom the “despair” his fellow Returning Void cultivators feel.

Because he has long comprehended nine Thunder Dao True Texts, as long as cultivation resources suffice, advancing to Returning Void Ninth Layer Great Perfection is merely a matter of time.

After an unknown length of time, Zhao Sheng suddenly feels a spark of spirit light, as if hearing a thunderous sound from within, the thunder vortex in the Core Energy Sea suddenly expanding nearly double its size.

Unexpectedly, the barrier of Returning Void Eighth Layer is easily broken, like a natural flow.

Hoo!

Zhao Sheng exhales deeply, the radiance around him gradually receding.

Then, he suddenly opens his eyes, chuckles lightly, then vanishes without a trace.

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Burial Immortal Ruins, Endless Tower.

Entering Endless Tower once more, Zhao Sheng feels as if a thousand years passed in an instant.

The scene before him is almost unchanged from a thousand years ago.

An endless corridor, ancient gray-white wooden boards, sparse and quiet workshop…

It’s just that the Immortal Ruins Guests selling treasures here have been replaced over and over.

Looking around, he sees no familiar faces.

Zhao Sheng remains calm, unhurriedly finding an empty spot, sitting cross-legged.