Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Even though the restriction lock was placed right before the elites death, the elite was still either of the five-chambered or thousand-gliphic state, making it impossible for most to break it. Only a few people in the world would be able to break it, and Lam Ming Sum was definitely very lucky to have met Old Ngai. At the same time, if not for her naive character, she would never have shown him the book, and Old Ngai wouldnt have broken the lock for her.

This must be how fortune favours the fool, right?

Just as Old Ngai was lamenting about life, Lam Ming Sum was occupied by the changes to the cultivation style in front of her. As the ink disappeared, the torn book was restored to its original state. This was what the book actually looked like, just that it had previously turned into a piece of rubbish under the powerful restraining lock.

Oceanic Culinary Recordsthat was the actual name of the style.

What an interesting name. Old Ngai laughed and turned away, not intending to pry into what was written in the book. Little girl, this is your chance. Cultivate hard, alright?

Lam Ming Sum lacked interest in cultivation, but she still kept the book with a smile. Thank you, gramps.

Old Ngai laughed. As a hermit elite gliphist whos lived for centuries, nobody had ever called him gramps.

Gramps, where are we? And who are you? Lam Ming Sum bombarded Old Ngai with questions out of curiosity, and Old Ngai who hadnt interacted much with others in the past few years didnt know how to handle Lam Ming Sums enthusiasm.

Ask that little boy Kan Hang. Haha.

With that, Old Ngai waved his skinny hands and Lam Ming Sum felt like she was taken over by dizziness again. Once she regained her senses, she was already in the Ming Sum Hall where Kan Hang was awaiting her. He immediately approached Lam Ming Sum. Your Highness Ming Sum, are you alright?

Yeah. Im all alright. Lam Ming Sum blinked her eyes, answering in a weird tone. I feel so energetic!

The first and second floors were where the cultivators gathered, and from the third floor onwards, one needed to receive access to each floor. The third and fourth held the cultivation-style pavilion, the foundation to their very existence. It was unknown what was on the sixth and seventh floor, as only their great elder and mysterious leader of necrogliphism were allowed there.

Today, all the necrocultivators gathered on the fifth floor for an important event; their great elder predicted that their sacred son would break through today, and they would tattoo a gliph on his innate chamber.

The necrogliphism sect was powerful, but they were very few in numbers. Thus, they were close-knit and rarely fought each other, which was why they had a rule for everyone. Anyone who had broken through his innate chamber could mobilise the entire sect to kill one person. It was their ritual of welcoming a new tribe member.

Necrocultivators flooded the square on the fifth floor. The square might not be huge, but due to their numbers, it was still barely enough to house all their tribe members at the base. As such, they didnt recall the tribe members who were outside.

Two chairs stood in the middle on a platform a few steps tall. One of them was made of the remains and ivory of an Asura Devil Elephant, a grade five beast that had gone extinct thousands of years ago. The throne gave off an aura that contained Asuras might. The other was a common black chair placed just in front of the Asura Devil Elephant Ivorys Throne.

On the black chair sat a teenager. He had a calm expression, but if you looked into his eyes closely, youd feel a chilly aura.

Has everyone arrived?

On the throne sat the great elder of necrogliphism.

Today is when Our Honourable sacred son breaks through his innate chamber. In the future, he will lead us out of the shadows against the leaders of the so-called righteous path, the great elder said with his low voice.

The Bloodstained Hills Sacred Icon wasnt visible to most of them, and it was hard for them to believe him and submit to a kid. In the world of cultivators, the strong was almighty, and the great elder had indeed helped the tribe greatly. The other cultivators couldnt tell if the great elder meant his words, not daring to reply easily.

The great elder ignored their silence and turned towards Siu Fu, who sat on the black chair. Cultivate. Ill guard you.

Siu Fu nodded, shut his eyes, and then began to cultivate.