Chapter 1898 - 203: Shackles of the Limbs Broken, Human Emperor Sword Returned!

The title of Emperor signifies a position of utmost reverence.

At this moment, he also understands why Wang Yu displayed such arrogance earlier.

With a bloodline beneath the four emperors, one could indeed be prideful.

Now, Ji Minghao’s attention just shifted away from the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, and upon hearing these remarks, his gaze changed instantly.

"Emperor Yu’s bloodline..." he murmured to himself.

Now he knows what kind of figures the Nine Heavens have sent.

Emperor Yu’s bloodline, titled with the title of emperor, the significance of such status is self-evident.

"Human Emperor, I wonder who is the protagonist of today’s celebratory feast?" Wang Yu leisurely sat at the front, raised the untouched wine goblet on the table, and with a distant gesture towards Ji Minghao, asked.

"King Luoshui is in seclusion, with no leisure to attend the feast," Ji Minghao replied with a calm expression.

"So today’s main character is this person, no wonder!" Wang Yu chuckled lightly.

Then taking a sip from the wine goblet, he said, "It’s quite a pity! Even though I stand high in the Nine Heavens, I’ve heard of this person having the second presence of Martial Saint. It’s truly a pity not to meet them today."

"If this person succeeds, Great Xia will have no future troubles, and the world could be suppressed for over eight hundred years."

"No, it should be a thousand! This person is exceedingly young, far surpassing Mo Chen of the past."

Hearing this evaluation, Ji Minghao remained silent.

...

Li Shui Palace.

A bright moon rose above the lake, suspended atop the buildings.

Night wind blew by, stirring thousands of silver scales.

On the central island.

Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head to look at his feet, his gaze bright.

At this moment, he felt like his body was light as an immortal.

It seemed with just a slight force, he could soar up into the Qingming sky.

Nothing above or below could bind him any longer.

In the next moment.

He lightly leapt, his toes lifted.

His figure seemed as light as a feather, gracefully leaping, like a willow branch, like a dragonfly landing on the lake’s surface.

As his toes touched the water, ripples continually spread out.

"Such a mystical feeling!"

Watching the lake surface beneath his feet, with ripples spreading continuously, his eyes flashed with a touch of wonder.

At this moment, he hadn’t used any power, any trick, simply like landing on the ground, yet his body seemed weightless, floating on the lake surface like a feather.

"Is this the transformation after breaking the shackles of the feet?" he murmured, deep in thought.

The breakthrough of the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill, the mastery of the Kunpeng transformation brought him unexpected results.

The shakles of his feet had fully broken.

Now within him, totaling ninety shackles, he had broken the shackles in his arms and limbs, totaling thirty-six.

"Next, to continue breaking the remaining shackles, I need to seek more progress!" Thoughts flashed through his mind.

Both arms, both feet, thirty-six shackles, all broken.

Yet forty-five shackles still wound around his organs and head.

He had shallowly tested just a moment ago, breaking the shackles of the five viscera proved even more difficult.

As for the head, he didn’t need to think to know it would be the hardest part.

The head involves the Spirit Platform, involves deeper changes of the Primordial Spirit.

"It’s a pity not to have the Primordial Spirit Cutting Shackles Secret Skill, otherwise it wouldn’t be so difficult!" he shook his head involuntarily, "If I had the Primordial Spirit Cutting Shackles Secret Skill, with my foundation, perhaps I could truly step into the Martial Saint Realm."

Thinking of this, he felt even more regret.

Though without specific comparisons, he can sense that his foundation now is tremendously robust.

He believes that the Martial Saint of yore may not have had a stronger foundation than him.

Reaching this point today, he knows how incredible this is.

Without such opportunities, he thinks ordinary people with supreme talent would still find it difficult to reach where he is now.

Now limited here, without Secret Techniques for support, he can only rely on sheer strength.

His gaze slightly condensed, then he shook his head.

"Thinking too much is useless! It’s still necessary to consider the next step."

[Source Points]: 287.9

His gaze swept over the empty iron box in front, then over the panel.

"This amount of Source Points is still far off!"

He shook his head secretly again, then closed the panel.

In the next moment.

He raised his hand to grab.

The Red Cloud Long Sword beside him flew into his hand.

Holding the hilt, the long sword in his hand slightly emitted a crimson light.

Like it had life, inhaling and exhaling, brightening and dimming.

"Immortal Sword Red Cloud," he murmured.

Choosing this sword earlier wasn’t due to a lack of a sword.

But the remaining items, in his view, were of no help to him whatsoever.

Especially the Ji Clan’s inherited cultivation technique, the Imperial Extreme World Suppressing Skill.

In his opinion, it was utterly useless.

At present, he did not lack cultivation techniques.

What he lacked were adequate Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, gold and silver, sufficient resources.

What he valued in the Red Cloud was the material used for its forging.

Solar Fine Gold.

Intuition told him that the material of Red Cloud could aid his cultivation.

"No rush!" he thought to himself.

He placed the longsword aside once more.

The next moment.

A flash of golden light appeared in his hand, revealing a chunk of red ore and a jet-black withered wood he had obtained in the Imperial Palace Vault.

These two items were rare treasures in the vault that, in his view, could provide assistance.

The Imperial Palace Vault, he found somewhat lacking.

There were very few truly valuable disposable consumables.

In his view, it did not match the over-800-year foundation of the Great Xia Dynasty at all.

But then he also came to understand.

Most dynasties are typically strongest during their founding period, when both their armies and resources are abundant.

In Great Xia, it was likely the same.

In the early days of Great Xia, the Martial Saint ruled supreme, silencing the world.

And the Ji Clan’s founding ancestor, wielding the Human Emperor Sword, was a symbol of invincibility, known as the Human Emperor, establishing the Thirty-six Prefectures of the Nine Provinces, laying the foundation for a prosperous era.

Providing people with ample food, warm clothing, shelter from the elements, and a safe environment to ensure the continuity of future generations.

No one in later generations could ever match such illustrious achievements.

The foundation was continually consumed, resulting in the current state.

He let these thoughts pass and ceased dwelling on them.

Then, he redirected his attention to the chunk of red ore and the piece of black wood.

Based on his recent perception.

The red ore contained a violent Qi Blood Power.

He suspected it was a mineral formed from the blood of some powerful creature, fallen and seeped into the earth.

As for the piece of black wood, although charred on the outside, it contained a vibrant vitality within.

This energy was currently dormant, awaiting awakening.

After ruminating briefly, he tossed the red ore into his mouth.

The entrance narrowed from nowhere.

Crunch—

He bit down, causing the ore to crumble, and a dense Essence Qi-Blood surged forth.

Like magma, it flowed down his throat.

Upon reaching his abdomen, the Qi Blood Power abruptly turned frenzied and fierce, like a mad beast rampaging inside him.

"Indeed, it’s the Essence Blood of a beast!" he thought to himself.

He quietly refined it.

Although this force was violent, it presented no great challenge for him at present.

In merely a few moments.

The commotion in his belly gradually subsided.

[Source Points +7.8]

"Not bad, better than nothing!" he glanced at the prompt before him and nodded immediately.

To gain nearly eight points of Source Points growth in one go was already a remarkable good thing in his eyes.

But the growth of Source Points wasn’t that simple.

Either the quantity must be huge to be satisfying, or truly top-notch treasures could offer a substantial increase that was meaningful to him now.

But the former wasn’t difficult.

Whether from the resources of the Northern Barbarian Royal Court or Ji Minghao’s resources, both had provided a very substantial increase in Source Points.

But the latter was, in his view, far too difficult.

In today’s environmental conditions, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that have aged for several decades can be considered precious.

As for the millennial Spiritual Medicines recorded in ancient texts, they are unseen.

Immortal Elixirs of ten thousand years exist only in legend.

Then, his gaze fell again on the remaining piece of black wood.

The next instant.

He opened his mouth, like a whale, and instantly swallowed the black wood.

His eyes shut accordingly.

Moments later.

A vibrant vitality surged from within him.

It felt as if all things were awakening and growing within him.

The surrounding air became purer, cleaner than even after a rain in the empty mountains.