In such a short time, not only had Ye Xuan opened nine spiritual meridians, but his Supreme Profound Scripture had also reached the second level, and he absorbed Spiritual Qi so quickly.
Was the Chaos Sacred Body really this heaven-defying?
Just what sort of monstrous prodigy had she taken as her disciple?
Originally, they had only heard of the Chaos Sacred Body. They knew how heaven-defying it supposedly was, but had never seen one.
After all, those were only legends.
But now, they had truly witnessed it.
For some reason, a sense of crisis suddenly welled up in Han Bingning's heart.
With such a terrifying cultivation speed, wouldn't he catch up to her very soon?
If one day, Ye Xuan's strength surpassed hers, his master's...
Han Bingning did not dare continue that train of thought.
She stamped her foot indignantly in midair and gave a cold snort, then hurried back to the Holy Lord Hall and began cultivating.
The twelve ancestors sighed for a while, then swiftly set up several formations and scattered a great pile of cultivation resources down from afar before leaving.
Ye Xuan's tyrannical way of absorbing Spiritual Qi, sparing not even his own kin, would affect the other disciples' cultivation!
If he snatched away most of the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, how were the others supposed to cultivate?
Sure enough,
at that moment,
many disciples had already opened their eyes from cultivation, their faces filled with indignation.
"What happened? Why do I feel like the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth has grown much thinner?"
"Just what's going on? Why has the Spiritual Qi suddenly become so thin, as though someone snatched it away?"
"Damn it! I was so close to breaking through, but now all my efforts have fallen short at the final hurdle."
The disciples were full of complaints, but had no idea what had happened.
Fortunately, this phenomenon soon disappeared.
The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth returned to normal.
Ye Xuan knew nothing of what was happening outside. He was still cultivating with undivided attention.
He opened spiritual meridians one after another. In a single night, he had opened a full thirty-eight.
Opening thirty-eight spiritual meridians already qualified someone as a genius, even across the entire holy land.
As for his cultivation speed, opening thirty-eight spiritual meridians in one night was absolutely unprecedented in the Ancient Desolate Holy Land's history, unmatched throughout the ages.
Most importantly, this was nowhere near Ye Xuan's limit. It was merely the result of a single night's work.
"Ah, I'm so tired. I'll take a bath and get some sleep first."
Ye Xuan finally could not keep going either.
He stopped cultivating, took a bath, enjoyed some food, and then drifted off to dreamland.
For a period afterward, Ye Xuan began cultivating like an ascetic monk.
Neither Han Bingning nor the twelve ancestors appeared again.
This left Ye Xuan feeling deeply hurt. Had they forgotten about him?
Why had his stunningly beautiful master left him here and stopped bothering with him?
What happened to her promise to cultivate with him?
Ye Xuan had no idea that both the twelve ancestors and Han Bingning were watching him from the shadows.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Ye Xuan cultivated at a tremendous pace, opening a full one hundred and three spiritual meridians within his body.
One hundred and three. He had already broken the Ancient Desolate Holy Land's record.
Neither the twelve ancestors nor Han Bingning, not even the founding patriarch himself, had opened so many.
Rumor had it that even the strongest founding patriarch had only opened one hundred and one spiritual meridians.
Yet even so, Ye Xuan still felt he had not reached his limit.
Meanwhile,
in the outside world,
a piece of news had swiftly spread throughout the Eastern Wasteland, stirring up towering waves.
In two months, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, one of the Eastern Wasteland's three great cultivation holy lands, would hold a holy investiture ceremony, inviting all sides to attend.
The Eastern Wasteland had three great holy lands in total.
They were the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, the Jade Lake Holy Land, and the Carefree Holy Land.
Among these three great holy lands, since the Jade Lake Holy Land only accepted women, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land and the Carefree Holy Land became the most coveted prizes among young men.
It was said that ten thousand years ago, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land had been far stronger than the other two great holy lands.
Both the Jade Lake Holy Land and the Carefree Holy Land had to bow their heads before the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
But as ten thousand years slowly passed, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land declined day by day. Now, it merely stood on equal footing with the other two great holy lands.
Even so, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land remained an overlord throughout the Eastern Wasteland Region. Apart from the other two great holy lands, no one dared contend with it.
Setting aside the Jade Lake Holy Land, which only accepted women,
although both the Ancient Desolate Holy Land and the Carefree Holy Land had Holy Maidens, neither had seen a Holy Son in nearly a thousand years.
In these two great holy lands, a Holy Son carried far more weight than a Holy Maiden.
That was because a Holy Son was destined to inherit the position of Holy Lord. It signified that he possessed the potential of a Saint and had hope of achieving sainthood in the future.
Without the potential of a Saint, one could never become a Holy Son. This was an ancestral decree.
Now, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land was about to name a Holy Son. Coupled with the earlier heavenly phenomena and the appearance of the Chaos Sacred Body, how could this not stir up towering waves?
Anyone with discerning eyes understood the Ancient Desolate Holy Land's intentions.
It was bringing Ye Xuan out into the open, warning everyone of his importance so that they would not resort to underhanded deeds in the shadows.
For a time, the Eastern Wasteland truly boiled over. The Ancient Desolate Holy Land's impending appointment of a Holy Son became the undisputed headline.
"Hey, did you hear? The Ancient Desolate Holy Land is going to name a Holy Son."
"Tch, who doesn't know that? Is there anyone in the Eastern Wasteland who hasn't heard?"
"The Ancient Desolate Holy Land naming a Holy Son is a huge event! That Holy Son will probably become famous throughout the world this time."
"No kidding. He has the Chaos Sacred Body, a monstrous prodigy who triggered heavenly phenomena and made even Gods and Devils bow in worship. You think that's a joke?"
"Tch, the Chaos Sacred Body only gives him better innate conditions. If he doesn't work hard afterward, he still won't amount to anything."
"Exactly. Besides, who knows whether this is all a false image deliberately manufactured by the Ancient Desolate Holy Land just to build momentum?"
"Hmph, I'd like to see just how monstrous that Chaos Sacred Body really is. If I get the chance, I'll definitely seek a lesson from him."
For a time, opinions swirled, and this affair became everyone's topic of conversation over tea and after meals.
Some were envious and jealous, some worshipful and awed, while others were as sour as if they had eaten lemons, full of disdain.
In any case, countless factions and lineages sent out powerful experts and younger-generation heaven's chosen to the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, intending to attend the ceremony.
For a time, winds and clouds converged.