Chapter 295 - 237: Advancement to the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul, Fusing the Grand Array

Five thousand miles from the Sea God Tower, on a deserted, uninhabited island.

After three days of refining, Lin Chang’sheng finally managed to refine almost all of the Cyan Mass Qi.

The spiritual energy within this Cyan Mass Qi was far denser than Lin Chang’sheng had imagined.

After all, the refining technique used by Lin Chang’sheng was the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Suppressing Technique.

On an ordinary Immortal Island, all the spiritual energy would require only about an Hour to be fully refined—so just imagine how concentrated this Cyan Ball Spiritual Energy was; Lin Chang’sheng had spent three whole days refining it.

Buzz—buzz—

On this day, the magical power within Lin Chang’sheng surged to an overwhelming extent, on the verge of a breakthrough.

For ordinary cultivators, it would be absolutely impossible to ascend from Early Stage of Nascent Soul to Middle Stage so quickly.

Climbing this step usually required centuries of accumulation.

But Lin Chang’sheng had obtained immense spiritual energy and fortuitous opportunities within the Sea God Tower, which allowed for such rapid advancement.

"Break for me!"

Lin Chang’sheng shouted, and his immense magical power erupted with a roar.

He blasted straight toward the Bright Shackles.

Countless surging waves of magical power surged out, and in almost an instant, they shattered the shackles.

In the next moment, the magical power inside Lin Chang’sheng multiplied exponentially.

A vast torrent of magical force spread outward all around him.

Crackle—

At the same time, his physical body was tremendously strengthened, bones making crackling sounds, as if they’d become far more resilient.

Not only were his bones enhanced—even his blood, flesh, and meridians gained immense augmentation.

While magical power and body were both being enhanced, Lin Chang’sheng’s divine sense took a massive leap as well.

"My divine sense can observe everything within seven thousand miles!"

Releasing his divine sense, Lin Chang’sheng was shocked to find his reach now stretched an astonishing seven thousand miles—far surpassing any Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Lin Chang’sheng swung his fists and immediately felt an inexhaustible strength within his body.

If at this moment he faced off with Su Changkong, who would win was genuinely uncertain.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation had reached Middle Stage of Nascent Soul, and, once he unleashed the Dragon God Golden Body Saint Body, his physical strength could even step into Late Stage of Nascent Soul.

Moreover, the power of his divine consciousness also greatly exceeded an ordinary Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

On top of that, with the extra boost from both his Upper Grade Spirit Treasure and his Top Level King Corpse—

—Lin Chang’sheng held real chances of victory even against a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

[Detection: Celestial Array of Divine Fire Heaven-Burning Spirit Transformation (Perfection), Array of Myriad Spirits Devouring Souls (Perfection), Heart Demon Devouring God Array (Perfection), God-Trapping and Immortal-Slaying Array (Perfection), Demon Killing Storm Array (Perfection); Fuse them into a new Grand Array?]

As Lin Chang’sheng prepared to leave the cave in search of a battle with Su Changkong, the system prompt flashed once more.

"Fuse!"

Lin Chang’sheng chose to fuse them immediately.

After all, the Celestial Array of Divine Fire Heaven-Burning Spirit Transformation was already formidable—combining many arrays would surely make it possible to kill even a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

[Celestial Array of Divine Fire Heaven-Burning Spirit Transformation (Perfection), Array of Myriad Spirits Devouring Souls (Perfection), Heart Demon Devouring God Array (Perfection), God-Trapping and Immortal-Slaying Array (Perfection), Demon Killing Storm Array (Perfection) fusing... fusing... fusion complete. Obtained new array: Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals!]

"Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals?"

Lin Chang’sheng knew just from the name this was no ordinary power.

[Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals detected. Spend 50,000 spirit stones to simplify it?]

"Yes!"

Lin Chang’sheng accepted again without hesitation.

[Great Dao is Simple: Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals simplifying... simplifying... simplification complete. Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals = Watch Women Dance!]

"Watch women dance?"

The simplification left Lin Chang’sheng quite bewildered.

Yet, at his side, wasn’t there a beauty right now? And not just any woman, but the Daughter of the Demon Emperor herself.

To have such a noble woman dance for him would indeed be an immense pleasure.

"Hm? Someone’s coming—it’s a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?"

Lin Chang’sheng instantly sensed an extremely powerful aura racing toward him.

The intruder’s intent was extremely clear—they had already located his hiding place.

"You little beast! You annihilated my Celestial Ghost Sect. Today, let’s see where you can run!"

Outside, an old man’s voice rang out.

Since he’d already been found, Lin Chang’sheng no longer tried to hide himself.

It was the perfect chance to test his current cultivation against a real opponent.

Leaving the cave, Lin Chang’sheng saw an old man cloaked in black, suspended in the air.

Dense waves of evil qi billowed around the man—a member of the Demon Evil Sea, no doubt.

"You’re from the Celestial Ghost Sect? So there was still a fish that slipped through the net!"

Lin Chang’sheng showed not the slightest fear before this man.

Though the enemy held the strength of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, Lin Chang’sheng had already broken through to Middle Stage and was no longer without power to fight back.

"Keh keh keh—"

The old man sneered at Lin Chang’sheng, his laughter hoarse and grating to the ear.

He sounded just like an old crow cawing.

"How arrogant! Today, I want to see just how you intend to escape. Once I seize your body, I’ll break through the Bright Shackles, and then I can head to the Burial Immortal Realm for far greater fortune!"

In the old man’s eyes, Lin Chang’sheng was already a dead man, so he blurted out everything on his mind.

He had only recently become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator; his lifespan was almost at its end, so he hadn’t dared set foot in the Burial Immortal Realm recklessly.

That place was riddled with lethal dangers—even Mahayana Stage experts could perish there.

Let alone a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator—no wonder he hesitated to enter Burial Immortal Realm lightly.

But if he could seize Lin Chang’sheng’s body—this youth’s talent was monstrous, achieving such a cultivation realm at barely twenty or thirty years old!

It could help him ascend to even higher realms in the future.

"That depends on whether you’ve got the strength!"

Lin Chang’sheng snorted in disdain, too lazy to waste more words. He instantly unleashed the Dragon God Golden Body Saint Body.

His physical strength soared from Middle to Late Stage of Nascent Soul.

A flash of astonishment flickered in the old man’s eyes at this sight.

Yet, Lin Chang’sheng’s magical power remained unchanged, putting the old man’s mind at ease.

"Die!"

The black-robed old man barked with fury and lashed out with his palm.

Strong black mists gathered into a gigantic palm seal, slamming toward Lin Chang’sheng in suppression.

With a deadly attack coming his way, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t dare be careless in the slightest.

He drew his Upper Grade Spirit Treasure and unleashed a single slash: the Demon God Celestial Fury Slash.

This move’s might was immense, combining the power of multiple immortal techniques.

A blood-red blade condensed in midair, manifesting the phantom of a Demon God. It slashed straight for the incoming black palm.

Boom—

In an instant, the blood-colored blade aura and the dark giant palm clashed, erupting with a sky-shaking explosion.

In a hundred yards, the ocean surged with ten-story-tall waves, the island beneath their feet was flattened in a breath—sinking into the depths of the sea.

The black-robed elder had assumed this single palm would end Lin Chang’sheng right there.

Yet after the violent blast subsided, his palm imprint had actually been shredded apart by Lin Chang’sheng’s bloody blade aura.

"What..."

The black-robed old man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Was it possible that, as a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, his attack had failed to suppress Lin Chang’sheng, a mere Middle Stage opponent?

After all, they were only a small realm apart—

—but magical power at their level was supposed to differ by at least five times, if not more!