Spatial Turbulence

Seeing that Heidens and the others had already left, only Leiming, who had used a forbidden technique, remained in the field. Leiming was extremely troublesome now. Knowing that he did not have long to live, every move he made was a life-for-life attack, giving Bolan a terrible headache. He could only watch helplessly as the people of the Radiant Church left before his eyes.

Although Bolan was now slightly stronger than those at the limit of the Saint-level, he was not strong enough to ignore Leiming entirely. Seeing the church members leave, he could only focus on dealing with the mad-dog-like Leiming before him.

No longer paying attention to the people of the Radiant Church, Bolan's attacks became three times fiercer than before. "A life-for-life fight? I'm not afraid of you!" Bolan roared.

The two immediately began trading blows, one staff strike for one sword slash. Before long, Leiming had been hacked beyond recognition by Bolan, his body a mangled mass of flesh and blood, a horrifying sight. Bolan's once-pristine white robe had been torn apart, exposing the scales covering his entire body. A few scales where Leiming's staff had struck were shattered, but compared to Leiming, who was already on the verge of collapse, Bolan had not even suffered a light injury.

After calculating that enough time had passed, Leiming saw that the church members had already fled far away and smiled at Bolan. "You can't catch them now. My task is complete." However, Bolan had carved away an entire chunk of flesh from his face, exposing his gums. His smile looked extraordinarily eerie and terrifying.

"Yes, I can't catch them now. But I don't believe they can hide in the deep mountains and ancient forests for the rest of their lives without ever coming out. As long as they dare move about in the human world, I'll be able to find them," Bolan said coldly.

"You can be proud of having held me back for so long. Now, let me send you on your way." With a casual sweep of his longsword, Bolan easily severed Leiming's head. It turned out that Leiming no longer had any ability to resist.

Bolan then used battle qi to blast open a deep pit where Leiming had fallen. He lifted Leiming's body with battle qi and placed it inside. Though they had been enemies, Leiming's selfless spirit still moved Bolan. With a wave of his right hand, Bolan buried Leiming's corpse in this nameless little valley. Only a small mound of earth testified to the glory this man had once possessed.

Bolan began cultivating on the spot. After every slaughter, his Destruction Rule became extremely active, and his comprehension efficiency was more than ten times greater than during ordinary quiet cultivation.

"Just a little more. I can already sense the bottleneck of the Destruction Rule. One thin line apart, like scratching an itch through a boot," Bolan said, yet he was quite satisfied. It had been less than two years since he began comprehending the Destruction Rule, and he had already reached this stage. His progress was astonishingly fast.

As for the Wind Elemental Laws, while there had been no major progress, they had not stagnated either. By now, the Mysteries of Fast and the Mysteries of Slowness had fused by more than forty percent. Fifty percent would mean becoming a Low God. Death and Fate remained as they were, especially the Fate Rules, which he had only just entered and had shown no further progress.

"I should find a place to cultivate in seclusion properly," Bolan said with a sigh. The Destruction Rule had reached its final checkpoint before godhood. This was no longer something he could improve through slaughter alone. At this point, Bolan might only need a sudden flash of insight for the Destruction Rule to reach the God-level that countless people dreamed of. Or, like the other Saint-level limit experts on the continent, he might remain stuck at this bottleneck for a thousand years—or even ten thousand.

"I can't go to the Magical Beast Mountain Range now. The Sunset Mountain Range isn't very interesting either. The Arctic Ice Sheet would be a good place to cultivate, but that traitor Hodan is there. It's too dangerous, so I can't go there either. It seems the South Sea is the only place where I can cultivate in peace," Bolan muttered.

Bolan took out a white robe from his spatial ring and draped it over himself. After finding south, he shot into the sky and flew toward the South Sea.

On the Yulan Plane, the ocean covered an enormous area, while land made up less than one-tenth of the entire continent. Everything else was ocean. The South Sea was the largest ocean on the entire continent, occupying roughly seventy percent of the Yulan Continent. At the end of the South Sea lay the chaotic Spatial Turbulence. Only invincible Paragons among gods could barely survive within the Spatial Turbulence. To move freely through it, one had to be at the level of a Chief Sovereign.

Dressed in a white robe, Bolan flew directly into the depths of the South Sea. Along the way, he encountered dozens of Saint-level magical beasts. Deep Sea Giant Octopuses, Dragon Turtles, and Hydras were all powerful Saint-level magical beasts. Especially the golden Dragon Turtle he had encountered a few days earlier—its immense aura was not inferior to Bolan's in the slightest. However, turtle-type magical beasts were generally lazy, so although Bolan had passed over its head, the giant creature merely released its aura to intimidate him.

The Saint-level magical beasts he had encountered alone already outnumbered those in the Magical Beast Mountain Range by several times. As expected of the South Sea, which occupied seventy percent of the Yulan Continent, it was home to far too many powerful magical beasts. This place was truly perfect for tempering himself.

Half a year later, in the vast sea, there stood a lonely little island covered in sparse vegetation. Within a hundred miles of its surrounding waters, there was not a single high-level magical beast above the seventh rank. Half a year ago, all the high-level magical beasts had spread word that a human expert lived on the island in these waters and had already killed several Saint-level magical beasts. Thus, no magical beast was willing to approach within a hundred miles of the island.

"Ah, still no progress." Bolan stood up, picked up the two Bloodslayer swords beside him, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

Last time, in order to comprehend the Destruction Rule more quickly, Bolan had begun a slaughter in these waters. He had killed no fewer than ten Saint-level magical beasts, along with countless magical beasts of high and low rank. At that time, the seawater for a hundred miles had been dyed red with blood, as though it had become a sea of blood. Even seagulls that loved carrion did not dare land in these waters.

"Just one thin line apart. Yet this one line is as difficult as ascending to heaven," Bolan said with emotion.

There's no point continuing to cultivate in seclusion here. I might as well go deeper into the South Sea and take a look. With that thought, Bolan continued flying toward the depths of the South Sea.

The farther south one went in the South Sea, the hotter it became, forming a sharp contrast with the Arctic Ice Sheet. Bolan wanted to see the legendary Spatial Turbulence. The exposed laws of the various elements within the Spatial Turbulence might perhaps give him a different kind of inspiration.

As Bolan continued flying forward, he suddenly saw a layer of shimmering, misty "membrane" ahead. This membrane separated the Yulan Plane from the chaotic Spatial Turbulence outside. The endlessly flowing waters of the South Sea became motionless upon reaching it. Clearly, this membrane prevented things from the Yulan Continent from entering the Spatial Turbulence, while also preventing the Spatial Turbulence from destroying so much as a blade of grass on the Yulan Continent.

What was miraculous was that those inside could see the Spatial Turbulence outside through this membrane.

Through the membrane, Bolan saw destruction—endless destruction. It was an existence that destroyed all things, perfectly echoing the Mysteries of Destruction he cultivated. Bolan sat down directly before the membrane. The Destruction Rule that had previously been obscure and bottlenecked now seemed like a naked young maiden, freely displaying her dreamlike figure before him!!!