Becoming a Saint from the Age of Myth

After all, their most pressing concern was still dealing with the imminent Holy War.

Chapter 35: The system's limitations

After settling down in Sanctuary, Wuxin trained patiently and quietly waited for the next Cloth contest to begin.

With the Holy War approaching and Specters continually awakening, all kinds of strange and terrifying incidents kept erupting across the land, and casualties among the Saints rose dramatically.

For this reason, the Cloth contests, previously held roughly once every six months, now took place almost every week, allowing Saint Candidates to fill vacancies among the full-fledged Saints as quickly as possible.

So Wuxin was not worried that he would have to wait too long for the next Cloth contest.

By comparison, something else concerned him more.

"There seems to be something wrong with the Saints' cultivation system!" After studying their training methods in his spare time, he could not help furrowing his brows.

At the Apprentice Saint stage, their training was extremely harsh, focused primarily on physical conditioning, which in turn tempered their mental strength and ultimately awakened their Sixth Sense.

In a sense, although Apprentice Saint training appeared to focus on physical conditioning, its true core was mental training.

Without awakening the Sixth Sense and mastering the power of Cosmo, even training one's body to superhuman levels was meaningless.

After the Sixth Sense came the Seventh Sense, the Eighth Sense, and so on.

Although he had not fully figured it out, Wuxin broadly understood that further advancement centered on the mind, with virtually no physical training involved.

As long as they could comprehend the Seventh Sense and Eighth Sense and elevate their minds and wills once more, Saints would experience a qualitative leap in strength.

Putting all the information together, Wuxin reached a final conclusion: Saints relied entirely on powerful mental strength to control the power of Cosmo, while their bodies existed purely to bear that power and played no crucial role.

The Saints' cultivation system neglected the body in some respects. One could even say it was flawed.

However, the Saints' world also had things called Cloths.

Whether Specters, Mariners, or warriors of other evil gods, they all possessed their own special armor.

Armor provided warriors with protection while also amplifying their Cosmo. In a sense, it precisely filled the gap in this world's cultivation system.

"Is this flaw a limitation imposed by the world's rules?" Wuxin formed a conjecture.

Every world had its most fundamental operating logic, or basic rules.

Like the rule that water could only flow downward, perhaps in other worlds that rule could be reversed, allowing water to flow upward.

Under such limitations imposed by a world's rules, it was entirely possible for a cultivation system like the Saints', which leaned completely toward the mind and will, to emerge.

"But it's still too early for me to think about these things!" Wuxin shook his head.

He had only reached the Sixth Sense, not even the Seventh Sense. He was merely at the very bottom of the supernatural realm, far from qualified to investigate such things.

For him, the most urgent task was to develop his Sixth Sense as much as possible.

Yet when it came to his own cultivation, Wuxin had also encountered a problem.

It was not that he had hit a bottleneck, but that he had no bottlenecks at all. His cultivation progressed smoothly all the way.

In fact, after coming to Sanctuary, an environment even better than Jamir, his growth had become faster and faster, as though he were a fish in water.

He felt as though his speed was increasing by nearly ten thousand times the speed of sound every day.

Such a terrifying rate of growth frightened and unsettled even him, the person experiencing it.

It was simply too fast!

Normally, cultivation should naturally become slower the further one advanced, but that rule seemed to have lost its effect on him.

Worse still, as he grew stronger, his inexplicable familiarity with Cosmo intensified, as though something unknown were awakening inside his body.

At the same time, his increasing familiarity with Cosmo further accelerated his own growth. The two complemented each other.

What on earth is going on? Wuxin sank into distress and fear.

Just then, a burly man wearing golden armor and a white cape approached from nearby.

"Young man, it seems you've run into some trouble! Would you care to tell me about it?" the man asked with a smile, his voice strong and resonant.

"Greetings, Lord Hasgard!" Recognizing him, Wuxin hurriedly rose and bowed.

He was the Gold Saint of Taurus, a very approachable and helpful man who often left the House of Taurus to patrol the foot of the Sacred Mountain, enthusiastically teaching the many Apprentice Saints and guiding their training.

In a sense, Taurus Hasgard could be considered the most popular Gold Saint among the Apprentice Saints.

"You don't look well. Have you run into some difficulty, young man?" Hasgard asked again.

"It's nothing, really!"

Wuxin waved his hand and continued, "I'm just a little worried about the next Cloth contest. I don't know whether I'll manage to obtain a Cloth that suits me!"

He immediately came up with an excuse.

Of course, it was not entirely an excuse. He really did have that concern.

"Hahaha-"

Hasgard laughed heartily, stepped forward, and patted Wuxin on the shoulder. "You're worrying a little too much about success and failure, young man!"

"With some things, taking part is far more important than the outcome!"

"Even if you don't obtain a Cloth of your own in the end, I believe you'll still grow through the contest and prepare yourself for the one after that!"

"Still, that said!"

"With your strength, obtaining a Bronze Cloth shouldn't be a problem as long as you're willing. There's no need to worry too much!"

Through that physical contact, he had already sensed the power of Cosmo within Wuxin. It had reached the Silver level.

There was also this rule regarding Cloths.

Saint Candidates who had already reached the Silver level could choose directly from the Bronze Cloths without undergoing the contest's trials.

With their strength, participating directly in a Bronze Cloth contest would be a complete stomp, nothing more than bullying children.

Thus, Bronze-level candidates competed for Bronze Cloths, while Silver-level candidates competed for Silver Cloths.

"Silver Cloths are much stronger than Bronze Cloths!"

Wuxin shook his head again. "If possible, I'd still like to obtain a Silver Cloth."

"A Bronze Cloth just feels a little lacking!"

"You rascal!"

Hasgard patted Wuxin's shoulder again, the heavy force making Wuxin bare his teeth in pain.

"You don't have a single Cloth yet, and you're already looking down on Bronze Cloths! You're just as proud as that senior brother of yours, Manigoldo!"

"But I like it. You've got ambition!"

With that, he burst into hearty laughter again.

Chapter 36: An attack in the night

"By the way, Lord Hasgard, I heard another Apprentice Saint was assassinated last night. Have you found the killer?" Wuxin changed the subject without drawing attention to it.

"Not yet!"

Hasgard's smile faded, and he immediately became much more solemn. "El Cid personally led a search party, but they still haven't found any trace of the enemy."

"Was it a Specter? Or some other evildoer?" Wuxin asked curiously.

"The distinctive aura of death from the Underworld remained on the victim's wounds. It should indeed have been a Specter!" Hasgard sighed softly.

He had personally examined the body as well and was eighty to ninety percent certain it was a Specter.

"Still, that said!"

Wuxin shifted his tone and continued, "Even Lord El Cid couldn't find the enemy when he personally led the search. They must be very good at hiding!"

El Cid was none other than the Gold Saint of Capricorn, known as the sharpest sword in Sanctuary.

Even a Gold Saint with the Seventh Sense had failed to uncover the enemy personally, which showed just how cunning the enemy was.

"Indeed!"

Hasgard nodded, his tone grave. "Those fellows hide too well for us to find them quickly. That also means more of our comrades may be harmed!"

"You should be careful too."

"Although you're stronger than a full-fledged Bronze Saint, the enemy is unknown, and their ambushes are impossible to guard against completely."

"If you're too careless, you could suffer terribly!"

As he spoke, he gave Wuxin a long look.

"Thank you for the warning, my lord. I'll remember it!" Wuxin agreed.

Without a Cloth, his defensive capabilities were naturally a notch below those of full-fledged Saints.

If ambushed, he would fare even worse than a Bronze Saint. At least they had Bronze Cloths to protect them.

He, on the other hand, might well be killed by a single surprise attack.

"All right, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep talking!"

Patting his shoulder once more, Hasgard said goodbye and left.

Soon, night fell again, and Wuxin returned to the small hut where he had settled.

Because of Taurus's warning, he did not dare be careless. Besides shutting his door tightly, he also secretly set up a few simple alarms.

With his current keen perception, if an enemy really did launch a surprise attack, he would wake immediately once they triggered the simple alarms he had set up, rather than die in his sleep without knowing what had happened.

Perhaps his luck was poor. When the moon stood high overhead, two figures arrived outside his hut.

"This is the place?" Earth Dark Star Niobe asked in a lowered voice.

"Yes!"

The other person beside him said quietly, "I've already asked around."

"The fellow inside is a disciple of Sanctuary's elder, Altar Hakurei. His strength has already reached the Silver level."

"They say those lords above even think highly of him, and he has the potential to become a Gold Saint!"

"Killing him alone would be worth more than killing a hundred Apprentice Saints!"