In the mountains, no one counted the days; when the cold had passed, no one knew the years.
Inside the Reincarnation Ancient Pagoda.
A young figure floated in the sky. Around him drifted one Saint Mark after another—forty-two in all—like ripples of runes, weaving together in a frenzy.
Over roughly three hundred thousand years, Lu Ren had madly condensed Saint Marks one after another, finally forming thirty-five Saint Marks.
At this moment, only the energy of the Profound Yellow Origin remained within Lu Ren, and even that was nearly depleted.
"The nine origins of the Xuanhuang Continent still couldn't let him condense thirty-six Saint Marks!"
Seeing this, the Five Elements Divine Venerable secretly marveled as well.
Although Lu Ren's cultivation this time had consumed more than three hundred thousand years, he had at last reached the final step.
At this very moment, Lu Ren was defying the heavens. Every Saint Mark he condensed was a struggle against the Heavenly Dao, a struggle against his own fate.
Relying on countless bitter years of cultivation, he defied the heavens and cultivated the martial path.
"The final Saint Mark!"
A trace of determination appeared in Lu Ren's eyes.
His Saint Marks had all been condensed from the Nine Provinces Origin. If he failed to condense the final Saint Mark, then relying on other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to form it later would be extremely difficult.
"Condense! Condense for me!"
Lu Ren roared wildly, urging his Saintly Intent to envelop that mass of origin energy and condense it frantically.
Waves of piercing pain spread through him.
That mass of Profound Yellow Origin energy was no longer sufficient to condense a Saint Mark. Forcing it would be a tremendous torment to his Spiritual Power.
"Just a little more. What should I do?"
Lu Ren