Chapter 903: Martial Arts Primordial Spirit

The Martial Dao True Understanding crazily circulated.

Vast and surging Spiritual Qi was continuously being refined.

Drop after drop of True Water appeared in Ding Ling’s Dantian.

In just a brief moment of time.

Another 9 drops appeared.

[True Power Value: 524 points]

Ding Ling’s strength increased once again!

He felt that his current strength had improved far too much compared to the past.

He continued refining the heart.

Drop after drop of True Water dripped down into the Lower Dantian.

Then they quickly merged into the Golden Core, making the Golden Core ever more polished, heavy, and boundless! More and more like a tiny sun!

When another full thirty percent of the heart was refined.

Another 27 drops of True Water were refined!

[True Power Value: 551 points!]

Boom!

Ding Ling felt as if he had shattered some kind of shackle and stepped into a mysterious and profound realm.

This feeling was extremely wondrous.

Words could hardly describe it.

To put it plainly.

It was as if a thought was being born inside the Golden Core.

As if a new soul were being nurtured within this Golden Core!

“Could this be the realm of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit?!”

Ding Ling pondered.

“Should I shatter the Golden Core right now and achieve the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit?”

Ding Ling thought of the Saint-Grade Golden Core in the early stage of the Martial Arts Golden Core.

He thought for a moment.

Then decided to continue refining the heart.

The Golden Core has a Saint-Grade.

The Primordial Spirit naturally also has a Saint-Grade.

Right now he had only just taken the first step into the Primordial Spirit Realm; presumably a Primordial Spirit achieved from a Saint-Grade Golden Core would be anything but ordinary, far beyond a normal Golden Core. He tried to control the thought inside to break the Golden Core.

But he couldn’t.

The Saint-Grade Golden Core was unbelievably solid!

This newly born Martial Arts Primordial Spirit was far too weak, worlds apart from the Saint-Grade Golden Core; how could it break it?

“The one born at this moment should at best be a Ninth-Grade Primordial Spirit! A Ninth-Grade Primordial Spirit might be able to shatter a Ninth-Grade Golden Core, but it definitely can’t shatter a Saint-Grade Golden Core.”

So thought Ding Ling.

He continued drawing in and refining the Spiritual Qi from the heart.

As Ding Ling broke through to the Ninth-Grade Primordial Spirit Realm!

Although there was still only a single Golden Core in his Lower Dantian, with no Primordial Spirit yet born, his realm had in fact stepped solidly into the gate of the Ninth-Grade Primordial Spirit!

Thus, at this moment, his speed of refining the heart instantly soared by at least tenfold.

With a whistling sound, he refined drop after drop of True Water.

In less than a moment.

The remaining fifty percent of the heart was all refined.

Forty-five whole drops of True Water appeared in the Lower Dantian!

[True Power Value: 596 points!]

“The Ninth-Grade Primordial Spirit also leaped several levels in a row and has reached the realm of the Fifth-Grade Primordial Spirit!”

551 is Ninth Grade.

561 points is Eighth Grade.

And so on by analogy.

591 is Fifth Grade.

It was precisely because the Primordial Spirit broke through again and again that the wisp of Primordial Spirit in the Golden Core had evolved from a thin gaseous state into a faintly visible human-shaped infant form!

“This feeling…”

Ding Ling lightly clenched his fist, feeling his strength had increased by far more than ten times.

If the Primordial Spirit advanced to Saint-Grade?

Then his strength was predictable.

He would absolutely be able to easily defeat Pudu Cihang.

Pudu Cihang was in the Dharma Realm, that is, the so-called Tribulation Crossing Stage in the Cultivation Realm.

Ding Ling with a Saint-Grade Golden Core could already defeat ordinary Primordial Spirit experts;

With a Saint-Grade Primordial Spirit then defeating Dharma Realm experts would naturally be nothing difficult.

A Saint-Grade Golden Core plus a Saint-Grade Primordial Spirit was definitely not as simple as 1+1=2. The might would absolutely increase tenfold!

“Very good.”

Ding Ling was quite satisfied.

He glanced at the Spiritual Spring beneath him.

As the heart was refined.

It also dried up along with it.

Obviously.

This spring’s source was closely connected to the Spirit Vein.

Once the Spirit Vein was exhausted, this spring source naturally collapsed as well.

“What a pity.”

Ding Ling shook his head.

If this Spirit Vein had not been refined into a heart by the Thousand-Year Tree Demon, it might have been possible to cultivate it into a true Spirit Vein, thereby nurturing countless outstanding figures.

The saying “where there are great people, the land is spiritual; one region’s water and soil nurtures its people” was not without reason.

“Looks like if I want to establish the World’s Number One sect, I must find a large Spirit Vein.”

A small Spirit Vein could only nurture small characters like the Thousand-Year Tree Demon.

Ding Ling’s goal was the World’s Number One sect in ten thousand years.

Without a true large Spirit Vein, how could this goal be realized?!

“Let’s get out first.”

Ding Ling put away the Divine Sword, his body swayed, turning into a bird and flying out along the path he came.

Reaching the palace.

Ding Ling saw that this place was already shattered and in ruins, no longer what it once was.

Nie Xiaoqian, Little Qing and the other female ghosts had also fled, so he didn’t linger, directly flying out of this place.

Before long.

Ding Ling flew out of the underground.

He arrived in the outside world.

It was still that same Chaotic Burial Mound.

The difference was.

This time there were a few more female ghosts at Ning Caichen’s side.

Ding Ling’s body swayed, transforming into human form.

Nie Xiaoqian, Little Qing and the several female ghosts, upon seeing him, felt their legs go weak and instinctively knelt down:

“We pay respect to the Hero!”

Ning Caichen was holding Nie Xiaoqian’s hand; as Nie Xiaoqian knelt, he also followed with a thud and knelt down.

He looked at Ding Ling, utterly bewildered, his eyes filled with reverence, fear, and vigilance.

[Obtained D-level Achievement Medal: You have intimidated Nie Xiaoqian!]

[Obtained E-level Achievement Medal: You have intimidated Little Qing.]

[Obtained Achievement Medal: …]

[Notes…]

He obtained three more Achievement Medals.

Previously he had already farmed one from Little Qing, so the level he obtained this time was lower.

Nie Xiaoqian, however, was being farmed for the first time.

Ding Ling glanced at the expressions of the three female ghosts and immediately knew that the fact he had killed the Tree Demon Granny had already been learned by them; otherwise they wouldn’t be so frightened.

And the explanation in the [Notes] section also confirmed this.

Ding Ling didn’t argue with the three female ghosts, nor did he explain anything to Ning Caichen; he only said to Yanz Chixia:

“Daoist. The Tree Demon has been eradicated. The Lanruo Temple region will no longer have innocent good people suffering annihilation.”

Yanz Chixia was naturally overjoyed, repeatedly praising Ding Ling’s extraordinary strength and ever-changing Divine Techniques, truly a rare talent in all Jiuzhou!

His flattery poured out in torrents, as if he had no intention of stopping.

It was quite different from the personality of the Yanz Chixia in Ding Ling’s memory.

Ding Ling was surprised, but then thought it over and said:

“Daoist, if you have something to say, just say it. No need to beat around the bush.”

For something to make Yanz Chixia work so hard at flattery.

He definitely had something to ask.

Yanz Chixia’s face flushed slightly; he coughed lightly and said:

“Ding Ling, do you know that in today’s Jiuzhou Territory, evil men run rampant and monsters run wild? If no one stands up for the common folk and upholds justice, then in another hundred years, this Jiuzhou may completely fall! By then, when the Eight Desolate and Four Seas become the domain of demons and monsters, how will we have the face to meet our ancestors?!”

Yanz Chixia spoke with deep anguish:

“I, Yanz Chixia, went into seclusion here to cultivate, hoping to break through to a higher realm, so that in the future I could purge the court of its source of chaos! But even if I cultivate and break through, I fear I will still be no match for the hordes of monsters and Evil Ghosts across the Eight Desolate! But now it is different.”

He stared at Ding Ling, eyes blazing:

“Now that a genius like you, Ding Ling, has appeared! I feel this world is saved!”