Chapter 1201: Saint Dao

Chapter 1201: Saint Dao

Feiyun had little control over his azure vessel, only capable of riding it to travel or escape. He had no idea how to use its other abilities.

“I can only use the jade vessel’s power of time.” Dongfang Jingyue said.

“Power of time?” He asked.

“For example...” A dot of light appeared between her brows as she closed her eyes. The time within the boat became slower and slower...

Two times, three times, ten times, and finally eighty-seven times slower than the outside world.

Feiyun was frightened to see such an amazing ability. He looked outside and saw everything slowing down to a halt.

In reality, they were still moving normally - this was an illusion from the temporal fluctuation. The dimension inside the boat was completely separated.

“Damn, doesn’t this mean you can cultivate eighty-seven years in here and it’s only a year outside?” The turtle thought about never leaving this place - something more amazing than any other sacred ground.

“Yes. I can slow it down eighty-seven times or speed it up eighty-seven million times.” She opened her eyes and said.

“That fast? This means that if you can trap a saint here, they’ll die within a day?” Feiyun couldn’t believe it.

“In theory, yes.” Dongfang Jingyue said: “As my cultivation grows stronger, so does the temporal limit. When I first started, I could only slow down time threefold and three million times faster.”

The turtle and the blood dragon salivated. This boat was more precious than any saint treasure.

“Of course, our lifespan also flows by the boat’s timeline, there is no shortcut without a price, so you will age dramatically compared to the outside world.” She said.

“Yes, do not use it carelessly, it’s the same as burning lifespan to increase cultivation.” Feiyun nodded.

“It’s still useful, speeding up cultivation and also, creating spirits for spirit treasures in just a short time. Wait, alchemy, blacksmithing, battle beasts... Damn, this is good stuff!” The turtle concluded.

It was unheard of for anyone to pick up a brush for the first time and effortlessly paint a masterpiece.

So why were seventh-level cultivators referred to as pseudo-saints?

At this level, their energy reached the limit. Treasures and pills became useless - they could focus on the dao to improve their mind and soul.

Physiques were important but comprehension was more essential. A mythical genius with relatively low comprehension would stop at the seventh level.

Although this was impressive, they had no chance of reaching the next realm. After his tenth rebirth, Feiyun obtained an inner core.

His cultivation method was different from everyone else so he started learning the saint dao right away.

He started with the lotus saint then Di Zhong, Phoenix Servant, and finally, the lotus saint. The last one boosted his cultivation immensely.

Later on, he learned Saint Nuwa’s dao and was able to summon her dao manifestation. Now, he was strong enough to contend against regular pseudo-saints.

Nevertheless, this was only the beginning of the road. He had a long way to go before becoming a saint, only a child who had learned how to hold the brush.

Within this month, he had created the first strand of dao in his inner core, looking like spider silk. It contained all the saint dao he had accumulated - sixty percent from Saint Nuwa, thirty percent from the flute saint, and then the rest.

Now, he officially became comparable to pseudo-saints. The first requirement for this classification was creating a strand of saint dao.

This classification had quite a range. Someone with one strand was still at the seventh level, the same as someone with ninety-nine strands.

A pseudo-saint with ten strands could kill a beginner pseudo-saint in an instant. A particularly strong pseudo-saint could kill ten weaker ones.

The fourth lord of Chaos City cultivated for more than twenty thousand years and only had three strands. This wasn’t due to him having weak comprehension, learning these saint dao was just too difficult.

Feiyun possessed both talents and luck, having accumulated plenty of worthwhile experience. Nevertheless, he only managed to create one - a testament to the difficulty of improving.