Peerless Battle Spirit

Chapter 530 - The Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits

The Cultivation Hall fell dead silent.

Only Qin Nan’s eyes remained glistening.

In terms of the cultivation realms, those above the Martial Dominator Realm were the Martial Highness Realm, the Martial Sacred Realm, the Martial Progenitor Ream, etc.

The strongest battle force of the Four Great Factions—Progenitor Wen Dao and the rest—had reached the peak Martial Sacred Realm.

Meanwhile, Qin Nan was currently at the Undefeatable Martial Dominator Realm, with a strength equivalent to the first-layer Martial Highness Realm. Therefore, there was still a great difference in terms of strength when compared to Progenitor Wen Dao and the others.

That being said, since he possessed the Divine Battle Spirit, as long as he continued to improve its rank, he could improve his cultivation speed significantly.

Zhou Bihua sat on the icy chair while his eyes displayed a deep look, as if he could read Qin Nan’s mind, “Are you seriously thinking about how you could get your revenge on the Four Great Factions?”

Qin Nan collected his thoughts after hearing the question, and nodded his head in reply.

“Hehe,” Zhou Bihua rose up while his giant figure emitted a strong suppression, “Let me give you a piece of advice; get rid of that thought for now. The upper district’s Eastern Continent is more terrifying than you expect it to be.”

Qin Nan raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Bihua’s tone became cold all of a sudden while his voice exploded like thunder.

“The Canglan Continent is unfair to begin with. As all cultivators require Martial Spirits to communicate with the Heavens and Earth, those with weak Martial Spirits aren’t able to reach a great height. In the upper district’s Eastern Continent, it’s referred to as the ‘Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits’!

“So what is this Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits?

“A fourth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit and above is able to reach the Martial Sacred Realm.

“A sixth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit is considered a great talent in our upper district’s Eastern Continent.

“A seventh-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit could be considered a top genius!

“However, only those with an eighth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit could break through the Martial Sacred Realm and reach the half-Martial Progenitor Realm! These people are referred to as ‘seeded geniuses’.

“Of course, those with ninth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirits are the only ones that can reach the Martial Progenitor Realm!”

The words were fired into Qin Nan’s soul like a continuous string of bullets.

Qin Nan never expected the geniuses of the upper district’s Eastern Continent were being classified based on the ranks of their Martial Spirits.

Zhou Bihua’s tone became calm as he continued, “In other words, without an eighth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit, no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to reach the half-Martial Progenitor Realm. If you can’t reach the half-Martial Progenitor Realm, how would you be able to defeat the Four Great Factions? Each of the factions has peak Martial Sacred Realm experts and various half-Progenitor Weapons, and many other trump cards! Only by reaching the half-Martial Progenitor Realm would you have a slight ray of hope to get your revenge!”

Qin Nan completely understood the situation after hearing this.

What was the Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits?

Without a third-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit, one could never reach the Martial Sacred Realm. Without an eighth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit, one could never reach the half-Martial Progenitor Realm.

This was the unchangeable rule.

Due to this rule, apart from Gong Yang who had managed to alter his destiny due to the great opportunity he had stumbled into, nobody could break the rule despite the tremendous effort they put in and the determination they had.

Zhou Bihua was only saying this as Qin Nan’s Martial Spirit was only sixth-grade Di ranked. He could only achieve the Martial Sacred Realm at most.

“Thanks Uncle Zhou for the advice. I’m aware of it.” Qin Nan brought his fists together with a calm expression.

He had heard about the Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits back in the lower district. It was the unchangeable rule for everyone in the Canglan Continent, a wall that they were unable to overcome. However, in Qin Nan’s eyes, the wall had never existed.

With sufficient resources, the Divine Battle Spirit had no problem in ranking up to the tenth-grade Tian rank.

“Uncle Zhou, let’s put that topic aside,” Qin Nan’s eyes flickered as he spoke, “Now that the Four Great Factions are hunting me, I don’t think you are not handing me over to them merely because of Sacred Leader Qinglong, right?”

Zhou Bihua returned to his seat and stared at Qin Nan with a deep look for a moment, before he slowly spoke, “You’re right. In three months’ time, after you’ve completed the training of the Vermilion Bird Platoon, I’ll be asking you for a favor. The old man once said that you’re the one that could help me achieve my goal. However, if the old man lied to me and you fail to do it, I will then hand you over to the Four Great Factions…”

Upon saying this, Zhou Bihua hesitated for a brief while, before saying in a calm tone, “Of course, if you succeed, as long as you conceal your true identity, even if the Four Great Factions pick on you, I will guarantee your safety at any cost!”

The words were uttered in an imperious manner.

Protecting Qin Nan from the Four Great Factions; would any ordinary person able to do that?

Qin Nan subconsciously glanced at Zhou Bihua with his left eye of the Divine God of Battle. As he expected, he could only take a little peek instead of seeing everything.

“If Sacred Leader Qinglong said so, I believe I’m capable of doing it. Once I’ve earned Zhou Bihua’s support, it will serve as a great assistance during my stay here in the upper district’s Eastern Continent…”

Qin Nan pondered slightly and immediately figured out the decision. He could not help but exclaim in his heart.

Sacred Leader Qinglong had already been awaiting his arrival since three hundred years ago.

Even though he had turned into the left arm of the Divine God of Battle now, he had already prepared the path ahead.

“Do your best. Don’t let me down in the next three months.”

Zhou Bihua waved his hand.

Qin Nan withdrew from the place quietly. However, as he exited the hall, a sharp gaze landed onto his figure.

“Duan Qing, why did the Platoon Leader ask for you?”

The words caused the eyes of the geniuses on the dojo to flicker with astonishment.

The reason being that the one asking the question turned out to be Mu Chengye.

Mu Chengye possessed a seventh-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit, thus he could be considered a top genius in the entire upper district’s Eastern Continent. He had a cold personality, and seldom spoke to anyone. This was his first time taking the initiative to ask a question.

However, the geniuses were not dumb either. That could easily tell that Mu Chengye was extremely concerned of that man’s intention.

“Nothing much.”

Qin Nan shook his head. He could tell what Mu Chengye was thinking, but the conservation he had had in the hall had to remain confidential.

“Is that so?”

Mu Chengye became quiet as his blue eyes were filled with a vague iciness.

“Quiet, everyone.” At that instant, Elder Wang uttered a roar, “The training for the ninety-ninth batch disciples begins now! Team captains, bring your team and follow me to the Skills Library to pick your Martial Arts! Do remember that each of you only have a single chance to pick your desired manual!”

“Roger!”

“Got it!”

The eyes of the geniuses flickered with excitement.

They clearly knew that the geniuses of the Sky-Scorching Ancient Kingdom were not joining the platoons to guarantee themselves a bright future, but that they were more interested in acquiring the Martial Arts of the three platoons.

“Mm?” Qin Nan could sense the extraordinary reaction of the crowd. However, he was still too unfamiliar with the three platoons, thus he cast a glance toward Xue Meng.

“Hehe, the Martial Arts of the three platoons were all given by the three Divine Beasts. Some originated from the ancient runes. Each Martial Art is incredibly precious. If you’re lucky enough, you might end up picking an ancient Martial Art!” Xue Meng’s eyes burned with passion.

“Ancient Martial Art?”

Qin Nan was startled as he blurted out.