Changes in the God Realm

Chen Ming's pupils contracted.

That slash felt comparable to a Hundred-Year Soul Skill from a Soul Master of more than ten levels.

Boom!

Beside the mark Chen Ming had left with his iron blade, a massive gully appeared, a full half meter deep.

Chen Dong collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he looked utterly drained.

"I only swung once, and I'm already this tired?"

The lingering fear remained in his heart.

After resting for most of the day, he finally began "teaching" Chen Ming some basic Blade Techniques.

"Old Chen, did you figure all this out yourself?"

Watching Chen Dong demonstrate each move, Chen Ming could not help but interrupt him.

"Of course. I came up with all of it myself. What do you think? Pretty impressive, right?"

As Chen Dong spoke, he wielded the Wolf Lord Broadsword and began showing off. No longer rigid and methodical, his movements became fluid and adaptable, effortless and free.

Chen Ming did not argue.

It really was impressive.

When it came to Blade Techniques, Old Chen possessed astonishing talent.

God Realm.

At the center of the God Realm stood a towering palace, entirely azure blue yet streaked with faint golden radiance.

High within the palace, a man in luxurious blue robes with long water-blue hair furrowed his brow. His gaze was weary, and deep in his eyes lay a trace of irritation.

"Third Brother, still not fixed?"

Feeling the presence press against his back, Tang San's expression softened.

Yet as the subject was raised, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

"That God of Death truly is an inheritor of sin. Even after coming to the God Realm, he refused to settle down. He actually detonated the God Position of the God of Time."

He sounded as though he were gritting his teeth.

Xiao Wu, who was hugging Tang San from behind, was affected as well.

She could not remember how long it had been since she had felt this sort of emotion from Third Brother.

"The God Position of the God of Time was naturally condensed by the God Realm itself and is part of the God Realm's foundation. I have been in the God Realm for so many years and even control the God Realm Central Hub, yet I never found where that God Position was. But the God of Death found it and even fused with it temporarily."

Tang San drew a deep breath, his words carrying a strong note of bitterness.

The God Realm had a God of Time, but no corresponding deity had inherited that God Position, and its whereabouts were unknown.

Though it was merely a First-Rank God Position, it was tied to the foundation of the God Realm. The God of Death's detonation of it had brought the greatest chaos in the God Realm's history.

After a year and a half, Tang San had only barely managed to sort out the chaotic energies within the God Realm.

"The Tang Sect has weakened. With the ten-thousand-year era of the continent arriving, destiny has reached its peak, and a Child of Destiny has emerged in response. I only hope what I have done can continue the Tang Sect's glory," Tang San said softly.

Xiao Wu comforted him, "Third Brother, you have already done enough for the Tang Sect. Now that the Child of Destiny has joined the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect will surely regain its glory."

"Ah, it won't be easy."

Tang San let out a deep sigh.

According to the plan, the Tang Sect could naturally regain its glory.

But what if he could not personally act at the stages of the plan that required his intervention?

The God Realm was in chaos. Though he had barely sorted it out, he could no longer casually interfere with the lower realms as he had before.

Not only was the God Realm itself still unstable, but the Central Hub's power could no longer extend easily to the lower planes as usual. On top of that, there was the God of Destruction's mad surveillance.

Ever since the God Position of the God of Time had been detonated, the God of Destruction had acted like a madman for over a year, fanatically monitoring Tang San. Though Tang San had expressed his displeasure many times, Destruction showed him no respect whatsoever. The two had even clashed twice and truly fought.

The reason was simple. In the God of Destruction's view, it was Tang San's arbitrary interference in the lower realms that caused the God of Death to remain resentful even after Becoming a God.

A genius had been cultivating properly, yet Tang San insisted on suppressing him. That alone might have been one thing, but Tang San had also delayed his gathering of faith to challenge a First-Rank God Position, leaving him with only the embryonic form of a Second-Rank God Position. Then, after entering the God Realm, he discovered that his opponent was a God King and an enforcer of the God Realm. Wasn't that enough to make the sky fall?

So he might as well go all the way. No one would have a good time.

It could be said that the God of Death's actions had put Destruction on high alert. He absolutely would not stand by and watch Tang San interfere with the lower realms again.

"God of Death."

Tang San hated him bitterly.

"At this ten-thousand-year juncture, destiny is flourishing. There absolutely cannot be another inheritor of that sinful legacy."

He looked outside the palace.

There, a little girl was sneaking away from the Sea God Palace.

"Hmm, it looks convincing enough. With my legitimate blade Martial Soul added in, our chances of both getting into the Mad Saber Sect have risen considerably."

Chen Dong nodded in satisfaction and let Chen Ming digest it on his own. Tomorrow, they would set out to seek admission into a sect.

Night.

Chen Ming sat cross-legged on his bed and entered a meditative state.

Outside his body was a layer of phantom shadow that enveloped his physical form, making him appear a full size larger.

That was not his Body Martial Soul, but his Soul Martial Soul.

Within the Meditation Space, Chen Ming's physical body sat cross-legged. Above his head floated a soul phantom, while behind him hovered the Reincarnation Disk upright.

Strands of energy flowed into the soul phantom, then into the Reincarnation Disk and Chen Ming's physical body, before finally dispersing throughout the Meditation Space.

This was the "Heavenly Reincarnation Merit" Chen Ming had specifically created for himself, intended to make the greatest possible use of the foundation accumulated through his lifetimes of Reincarnation.

Each lifetime gave him another Soul Martial Soul. Though it could not receive soul rings, it carried the achievements of his previous lives.

Different Martial Souls produced different Soul Power characteristics when cultivating and tempering Soul Power. But with a powerful force pulling from ahead, the speed could not possibly be slow.

"There is definitely the origin of the Time God Position inside this Reincarnation Disk. It feels like it has even slowed my cultivation speed."

Although the growth of his Soul Power could not be displayed without fusing his first soul ring, Chen Ming clearly understood the Soul Power he cultivated every time.

This was the overwhelming advantage granted by his Soul Martial Soul's Spiritual Sense-level perception.

Besides cultivating Soul Power, the Soul Martial Soul had many other uses.

Sensing that his Soul Power cultivation speed today had plummeted exponentially to less than one percent of its normal rate, Chen Ming stopped meditating.

"There seems to be a faint pulling sensation between my Soul Martial Soul and Body Martial Soul."

As he cultivated, Chen Ming could feel that his Soul Martial Soul was becoming increasingly harmonious with his body, as though they were naturally compatible.

"I wonder whether continued adjustment could allow them to achieve Martial Soul Fusion."

A self Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

If he could achieve it, it would surely become a trump-card-level method in this lifetime.

Returning his thoughts to the matter at hand, Chen Ming began his real task.

"Soul ring, condense!"

Within the Meditation Space, points of light began gathering around the soul phantom above the cross-legged Chen Ming. They gradually condensed into a ring of light resembling a soul ring.

No, it was a soul ring.

As it condensed, the ring shifted from white to yellow, its color gradually deepening.

"The preliminary soul ring is ready. Next, I still need to kill a true hundred-year soul beast to completely condense the first soul ring for my Body Martial Soul."

If anyone had witnessed this scene and known Chen Ming's thoughts, they would surely have been utterly baffled.

The soul ring wrapped around the soul phantom was not a soul ring for his Soul Martial Soul. It was a template he had constructed for his Body Martial Soul!