Thousand Year Spirit General Yika

Leaving the Spirit Transmitter Tower, the group returned to the academy.

As soon as they arrived back at the academy, Wang Zhi immediately requested a private Meditation Room from Zhang Zhenpeng.

Zhang Zhenpeng instantly realized something, his eyes shining brightly. Without a word, he personally led Wang Zhi to the exclusive Meditation Room located in the deepest part of the academy.

"Take as long as you need, don't worry," Zhang Zhenpeng said gently, patting Wang Zhi's shoulder.

Wang Zhi nodded and pushed the door open.

The Meditation Room wasn't large but was arranged extremely comfortably.

There was a soft Cushion, the gentle light of a Soul Guiding Lamp, and magic arrays inscribed on the walls to aid meditation.

Wang Zhi sat cross-legged on the Cushion, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his body.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Glow Grass floated quietly.

It emanated a faint Ghost Green radiance all over its body. This radiance pulsed with Wang Zhi's Breath, creating a wondrous resonance with his body.

From the edges of its original two leaves, a third leaf was slowly growing.

Three Leaves.

Wang Zhi watched quietly, feeling.

Finally, the third leaf fully unfurled.

The three leaves swayed slightly. The whole entity looked more solid and vibrant than before, as if it were no longer an illusory Spirit, but a real plant.

At the same time, a warm current rose within Wang Zhi's body.

With a thought, a Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

It was no longer yellow.

It was a Purple Thousand Year Soul Ring, emitting a Dim Purple Light!

Thousand Year.

The Glow Grass had officially been promoted to a Thousand Year Spirit.

Simultaneously, information about its First Soul Skill appeared in his mind.

Spirit Nourishment, a Passive Soul Skill.

Effect: The increase in Spiritual Power recovery speed remains unchanged.

Additionally, a small effect is added: When using a Soul Skill, the Spiritual Power limit is additionally increased by Ten Percent.

Wang Zhi froze.

Ten percent?

He confirmed it repeatedly. That's right, it was an additional ten percent increase.

What did this mean?

It meant that after he released his Martial Soul, his Spiritual Power capacity would become 110% of the original.

With his current Spiritual Power, he could summon Fifteen Ghost Shadow Ninja.

With this ten percent bonus, he could summon one and a half more Ghost Shadow Ninja.

Of course, although half a Ghost Shadow Ninja could also be summoned, its Combat Power was too weak, making it not cost-effective.

But as long as he recovered a little Spiritual Power, he could immediately summon another complete Ghost Shadow Ninja.

The improvement didn't seem significant.

But when he could summon more and more Ghost Shadow Ninja, this ten percent increase would become more and more terrifying.

One Hundred, that's Ten.

One Thousand, that's One Hundred.

Wang Zhi seemed to see the future, a scene of an entire legion of Ghost Shadow Ninja appearing behind him.

He opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upwards.

The Passive Soul Skill had become a divine skill.

Time flowed like water, quietly passing.

Half a Year later.

The Tianhai Competition was about to begin.

In the past Half Year, Wang Zhi's Soul Power had increased from Level Fifteen to Level Nineteen.

Only an increase of four levels, not fast.

But his Spiritual Power had undergone a qualitative Leap.

From Two Hundred Points in the Spirit Connection Realm Mid, it had increased to Four Hundred and Fifty Points, reaching the Spirit Connection Realm Late.

This improvement was thanks to Dean Zhang Zhenpeng.

In the original work, although Zhang Zhenpeng clashed with Tang Wulin and his group, his actions were ultimately for his disciples.

This showed his deep affection for them.

Now, although Wang Zhi had not formally taken Zhang Zhenpeng as his teacher, as the most talented youth in Sea and Land Academy, he had received significant support from the academy.

Various rare treasures that could enhance spiritual power were continuously delivered to Wang Zhi's dining table.

Thousand Year Lingzhi Dew, Purple Rhyme Dragon Ginseng, Spirit Condensing Flower... each item was incredibly valuable.

It was precisely the nourishment from these rare treasures that allowed his spiritual power to increase by two hundred and fifty points in just half a year.

Of course, as a price, Wang Zhi had to win the championships in both the individual and three-person team matches of the Tianhai Competition.

Only in this way could the academy recoup its investment and also gain preferential resource allocation from Hailu City.

Wang Zhi readily accepted this.

These rare treasures were not inferior products that forcibly enhanced spiritual power and drained potential, but genuine treasures that nourished spiritual power.

Their price was extremely high; even if his family went bankrupt, they might not be able to afford a few.

The academy invested resources, and he would repay the academy with championships.

A win-win situation.

Early in the morning, a Soul Tool Bus was already parked at the entrance of Sea and Land Academy.

Wang Zhi's group of four, along with Zhang Zhenpeng and a host of academy teachers and staff, boarded the bus one after another.

The Soul Tool Bus started and drove onto the highway, beginning to accelerate.

The Soul Tool Highway utilized magnetic levitation technology and soul tool technology, greatly increasing the speed of the Soul Tool Bus. Its maximum speed could reach half that of a Soul Tool Train.

If the distance was not particularly far, it was more convenient than a Soul Tool Train.

Wang Zhi sat by the window, watching the beautiful scenery continuously passing by outside.

To the east lay the sea.

The highway itself was built along the coast. The vast blue sea stretched to the horizon, sparkling under the sun, refreshing the mind and spirit.

Watching this scenery, he vaguely realized that he had been immersed in cultivation all these years, seemingly forgetting to allow himself to relax.

Meditation day and night, endless combat training, the tempering of spiritual power...

He was like a tireless machine, constantly running.

How long has it been since I last quietly watched the scenery like this?

Wang Zhi closed his eyes and leaned back against the chair.

His mind gradually relaxed.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep.

In his dream, he saw the Black Shadow Kingdom once more.

That world made of endless Shadow.

But this time, he felt closer to the Black Shadow Kingdom.

The feeling was hard to describe, as if only separated by a thin veil, within reach of his hand.

Just then, a tall figure walked out of the world.

It also wore dark Japanese General Armor, but the style was slightly different from Shendu's.

Its armor was heavier, with exaggerated pauldrons on the shoulders, and a Shadow Warrior Blade hung at its waist.

The entire figure was like an armored warrior, exuding a killing aura.

It walked before Wang Zhi and knelt on one knee.

"Ika, greets My King."

Wang Zhi was about to ask.

But before the words left his mouth, Ika transformed into a mask.

The mask was deep blue, with a ferocious face. Its helmet design was even heavier than Shendu's, and the eye sockets glowed with dark purple light.

It turned into a Flowing Light and merged into Wang Zhi's body.

Wang Zhi's consciousness fell into chaos again.

"Xiao Zhi!"

"Xiao Zhi! Wake up!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Wang Zhi opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Zhou Tian'er's pretty face.

"We're here?"

He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes.

"We're here!"

"You slept so soundly."

Zhou Tian'er said with a grin.

"Hurry and get off the carriage, we've arrived at Tianhai City!"

Wang Zhi nodded, stood up, and followed everyone off the carriage.

Tianhai City.

As the foremost large city on the east coast, Tianhai City was much more prosperous than Hailu City.