Chapter 38 - Spiritual Altar

Chapter 38 Spiritual Altar

Jiang Cheng hazarded a guess at the system’s dark intentions. Would it give him another summoning talisman that would summon the Three-eyed Tiger again?

“The host has obtained his spiritual altar, which will have a suppressive effect on all other spiritual altars below its grade!”

“The host’s cultivation has been elevated to the sixth level of the spiritual altar realm!”

“The host has reached the seventh level of the Frost Heart technique!”

“The host has automatically comprehended the fifth level of the Spiritual Altar’s Shadow Transformation technique!”

“The host has automatically comprehended the eighth level of the Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique!”

“The host is about to resurrect!”

Ah, huh?

Brother Cheng wanted nothing more than to throw his head back and laugh. He had finally obtained a direct increase in strength again.

He had been at the eighth level of the soul division realm previously but, thanks to this, his cultivation had advanced by eight small realms.

The spiritual qi required to advance each small realm of the spiritual altar realm was far greater than the entire first to tenth levels of the soul division realm combined, so this encounter had saved him a lot of trouble.

Moreover, his cultivation method, soul absorbing technique, and sword technique had all been improved by leaps and bounds out of thin air.

Under normal circumstances, these would require additional hard work, and might take months, or even years, to develop.

At this moment, it was as if he had already been at the spiritual altar realm for hundreds of years, and he now possessed a clear understanding of the mystic arts and techniques used by cultivators of the spiritual altar realm.

The spiritual altar shadow transformation technique was the mystic art that Duanmu Chi used when his spiritual altar and soul descended to the Flying Immortal sect previously

At the first level, one could place one’s soul on the spiritual altar and use the spiritual altar to protect and nourish one’s soul.

At the second level, one could activate the spiritual altar and bring one’s soul out of one’s body to travel ten thousand miles.

At the third level, the spiritual altar would be able to emit a powerful force that could directly attack opponents from afar.

Back then, Duanmu Chi had actually reached this level.

Now though, Jiang Cheng had already surpassed the fourth level of the spiritual altar shadow transformation technique.

At this level, the soul on the spiritual altar would increase to the same size as his original body, and its power was more than ten times stronger.

In addition, when the soul attacked in tandem with the spiritual altar, it could activate a secret skill that far surpassed the power of the third level’s attack.

Moreover, his was a divine spiritual altar.

Spiritual altars were born with differing grades.

Duanmu Chi’s spiritual altar was a mortal grade one, which was the lowest possible grade. The highest grade spiritual altar among the Duanmu family’s cultivators was Duanmu Hong’s, which had reached the mystic grade.

Above the mystic grade was the saint grade. This grade did not exist in the entire Qinglan Prefecture, not to mention the even higher immortal and divine grades.

When spiritual altars attacked each other, the higher-grade spiritual altars would naturally suppress the lower-grade spiritual altars.

Unless the level of the opponent’s spiritual altar secret technique was much higher, those with higher-grade spiritual altars could be said to be invincible at the same level.

Of course, the biggest benefit of having a high-grade spiritual altar was that it vastly increased the cultivation speed of the soul.

The cultivation speed boost of a divine-grade spiritual altar was hundreds of times that of an ordinary-grade spiritual altar. If Duanmu Chi’s soul took a hundred years to advance a realm, in comparison, Jiang Cheng would only need two to three months.

If news of his spiritual altar’s grade was spread out, it was likely that countless big shots from the various holy lands outside Qinglan Prefecture would fight among themselves to take him as their disciple.

After all, divine-grade spiritual altars were too rare.

Some holy lands had been passing down their heritages for tens of thousands of years, and yet they had never produced a monstrous genius of his level.

There was also the Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique and Frost Heart technique. The quality of these techniques was even higher than the Extreme Moon sect’s Arc Moon sword control technique as well as the Moon Heart Observation technique.

His power, cultivation speed and techniques had all received a significant boost.

Jiang Cheng felt extremely comfortable after obtaining such a large strength increase. He no longer had to walk around and have his cultivation level seen through by others with a single glance. He would no longer have to endure the disdainful gazes and words that were aimed at him because he was just a puny soul division realm cultivator.

Okay, okay, perhaps he did have to concede that soul division realm cultivators were considered rather powerful in the Qinglan Prefecture. However, he was the sect master who had completely destroyed four sects, which meant that his actions and cultivation would be under constant scrutiny by everyone in the outside world.

He was now a sixth-level spiritual altar realm cultivator. He could finally strut his stuff!.

Clang!

Brother Cheng drew his sword and looked around, but his mind was at a loss.

He had no target!

According to his regular ‘modus operandi’, after he resurrected, he would kill his opponent, right?

However, his enemy had disappeared without a trace. How could he kill the other party if he could not even find the person?

“I guess that’s reality for you. The system won’t force my enemies to staywhere they are and wait for me to respawn and kill them.”

“Speaking of which, I should actually thank my killer for this.”

“Otherwise, how would I have managed to obtain so many good things?”

After a brief period of disappointment, his mood changed for the better. He was quite a magnanimous person, after all.

“Friend, why don’t you come out and let me stab you as a gesture of thanks?”

After tidying himself up a little, he continued to fly toward the Crimson Sun sect.

His strength had greatly increased, and his flying speed had also increased by several times.

Along the way, he felt at ease and emboldened, so his flying posture became even more eye-catching than before.

After killing Jiang Cheng, Duanmu Hong returned to the Duanmu family at top speed.

“Big brother!”

“The patriarch is back!”

“We offer our congratulations to the patriarch on his triumphant return. He has eliminated a great enemy of our Duanmu family!”

As soon as he returned, the elders of the Duanmu family rushed forward to welcome him like a hero who had returned victoriously.

“En!”

Duanmu Hong replied indifferently and went straight into the ancestral temple of the Duanmu family.

After entering, he stretched out both of his hands.

A blood-red blade floated up and slowly flew back to the jade shelf in the middle of the ancestral temple.

All the elders shut their mouths and looked at the blade with bright eyes.

This was the Duanmu family’s most precious treasure, the level seven spiritual weapon, the Blood Transformation blade. It was said that, a thousand years ago, an ancestor of the Duanmu family had obtained it from a secret realm in the Flying Cloud state.

The power of the Blood Transformation blade was extremely terrifying. Over the past thousand years, it had helped the Duanmu family survive several crises. It could even be considered a family heirloom.

However, it was possible that the blade had suffered damage before the ancestor of the Duanmu family obtained it. Every time the spiritual weapon was used, the blade would be damaged even further.

There was a secret that the Duanmu family had never revealed. When they first obtained the Blood Transformation blade, it had actually been a level eight spiritual artifact. However, it had gradually fallen to level seven over the years.

Therefore, they would never use it unless there was a major crisis.

“If I knew that kid was so weak, I wouldn’t have chosen to use the Blood Transformation blade!”

“That’s right. Even if we sent our spiritual altars over instead, we would have been able to kill him easily.”

“Without the protection of the tiger demon, he’s nothing.”

Although they had killed Jiang Cheng, everyone felt that it had been a waste to use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken.

Duanmu Hong actually had the same feeling; the battle had been too easy.

If he had known that Jiang Cheng was that weak, he would not have been so nervous at the beginning. For what reason did he hide himself in the mountains for so long?

“Forget it. Once the Flying Immortal sect is exterminated and Ji Linghan is captured, the loss we incurred by using the Blood Transformation blade will be somewhat recouped.”

The elders rubbed their fists together and sharpened their blades.

At this moment, a young core disciple suddenly barged in.

“Family head, elders…”

Duanmu Hong frowned unhappily.

“What’s wrong with being rash?”

The core disciple quickly apologized and said hurriedly, “Jiang Cheng is not dead. He is still alive.”

“What did you say?”

Duanmu Hong wondered if he had heard wrong.

“What kind of nonsense are you spewing?”

The other elders also looked incredulous.

However, after a few seconds, they had no choice but to believe the young disciple’s words.

The image projection spiritual artifact transmitted a scene over. It had been sent by a spy of the Duanmu family.

The scene displayed a person flying at high speed in the vast sky.

His flying posture was as ostentatious as one could imagine. Who else could it be but Jiang Cheng?

“How… How is this possible?”

“How is he still alive?”

“I killed him with my two own hands. I’m certain that he’s dead!”