Most members of the Zhang clan, upon entering the cemetery, immediately knelt and kowtowed. This was due to both the overwhelming sense of immense sanctity they felt and the sight of the endless rows of grand tombs, which deeply impacted their souls, causing them to tremble involuntarily.
Even Zhang Ruochin, when he first arrived, felt deeply shocked. What more could be said for these Zhang family members whose cultivation levels were significantly lower?
Only a small number of people who have cultivated to the level of Saint Realm or above can remain relatively calm and not too out of control.
An old man walked over from the side, his eyes scanning Mingjiang Wang and the others. He immediately shook his head.
"With so few people, and the quality this poor, are you worthy of the Zhang family's ancestors?"
Ming Jiang Wang turned his head to look at the old man, frowning slightly. He was clearly displeased. No matter what happened to the Zhang family, it wasn't up to outsiders to comment.
However, since Ming Jiang Wang couldn't see through the old man, he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only ask in a low voice, "Who are you? Are you acquainted with the Zhang family?"
The old man glanced at Mingjiang Wang and said faintly, "I'm your ancestor."
Hearing this, King Mingjiang was instantly furious!
He, a dignified Nine-Step Holy King, could never bear such humiliation?
"I am the purest descendant of the Zhang family lineage, the younger brother of the previous Ming Emperor. Your words are too presumptuous."
In the midst of their conversation, King Mingjiang directly extended a hand, transforming into a grinding disc-sized object, and struck the old man. Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
Suddenly, a sound like wind whistling through bamboo.
At that very moment, Zhang Ruochin appeared out of thin air, blocking Mingjiang Wang's attack.
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"Uncle Twelve, what happened?" Zhang Ruochin asked in confusion.
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Mingjiang Wang forcefully suppressed his anger and said, "Ruochin, this old fellow who appeared out of nowhere is truly too much. He not only disrespects us but also claims to be my ancestor. How could I let him get away with it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruochin suddenly understood. Given the old man's temperament, it was indeed very easy for him to make people furious. He had truly experienced it firsthand.
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Upon hearing this, Mingjiang Wang's expression instantly became a sight to behold. His eyes widened as he stared at the old man, his mind buzzing with disbelief and struggling to process what he had just heard.
He would never have imagined that this emaciated old man before him was actually a revered ancestor of the Zhang family from ten thousand years ago.
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"He doesn't look like it at all!"
It had been a long time since Mingjiang Wang calmed down. All his anger had dissipated, and he didn't doubt Zhang Ruochin's words at all.
"Master Luo Chen, this... predecessor's strength?" Mingjiang King secretly transmitted voice and asked.
Zhang Ruochen transmitted his voice back, "Very strong, at least a Great Saint realm expert. Therefore, he can only stay in this awakening holy land. Once he goes out, he will be discovered by the patrolling celestial beings."
Upon hearing this, King Mingjiang's heart trembled violently, followed by a surge of excitement. No matter what, the existence of a Great Saint-level powerhouse in the Zhang family was ultimately a good thing.
"The cultivation of the Dao Domain realm is still passable. The descendants born from it should have a good bloodline. Hurry up and marry some beautiful wives to help the Zhang family flourish." The old man scrutinized King Mingjiang carefully before saying this with utmost seriousness.
As for his royal uncle, Zhang Ruochen was extremely generous, providing him with numerous precious cultivation resources. Coupled with King Mingjiang's own aptitude, he successfully broke through to the Dao Domain Realm during this closed-door training period.
If he can achieve the Dao Domain, it means that King Mingjiang has a one in ten chance of entering the Great Saint Realm in the future.
Mingjiang Wang's face was full of astonishment. He really didn't expect the old man to say such a thing.
Having lived for over a thousand years, Mingjiang Wang has had five wives and over ten children. Sadly, none of his wives were highly skilled in cultivation and have all passed away. Now, he is alone without anyone by his side.
Among the dozens of children of King Mingjiang, most are already deceased, leaving only three survivors. Two have attained the Saint Realm cultivation level, and one has reached the Saint King Realm.
For the past three hundred years, King Mingjiang has lived alone. He no longer thinks about taking another wife.
Zhang Ruochen was speechless, feeling that the old man had gone crazy. All he could think about was propagating his offspring.
However, this time the old man finally changed his approach. He didn't say those things to him, and Zhang Ruochin inexplicably felt relieved.
Just as he was thinking, the old man continued, "For a nine-step saint king in the Dao domain realm, your age is considered middle-aged. Your offspring will perfectly inherit your bloodline. Although your bloodline is not as good as Zhang Ruochin's, it's still quite decent. As long as you find women with cultivation above the Saint Realm to marry and have children, the offspring will definitely not be too bad. Who knows, you might even give birth to a few true geniuses."
"Now that the Zhang family's bloodline has withered, as one of the few Saint King Realm powerhouses in the Zhang family, it is incumbent upon us to shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing our clan. Otherwise, even if the Zhang family makes every preparation, it will be difficult to revive."
"From now on, I establish a new rule in the Zhang family: any male descendant who reaches the Saint realm or above must bear at least one hundred offspring."
The old man spoke with complete seriousness, not at all like he was joking.
Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but reveal a very strange expression. They looked at each other in confusion, most of them still unsure what was going on.
Zhang Ruochin was speechless. He really didn't know what to say. To even come up with such a rule, he had to admit his admiration.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochin thought of something. He flipped his hand and took out a spatial jade bottle, handing it to the old man.
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As the seedlings of the celestial divine tree grew, especially after regaining its former trunk, the springs of life that emerged multiplied and converged into a pond.
Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up immediately. He eagerly reached out to take the space jade bottle, saying, "Why didn't you bring this out sooner?"
Having said that, the old man directly lifted the spatial jade bottle and poured the spring of life from it into his mouth, glug glug. He couldn't wait any longer.
In the blink of an eye, the old man had drunk all the elixir of life in the space jade bottle. He stretched out his hand and said, “This isn't enough, bring ten or eight more bottles.”
"Do you think this is river water? I'll give you two more bottles, that's it." Zhang Ruochin said impatiently.
Just now, the bottle contained a significant amount of the Spring of Life, accounting for one-tenth of the total.
If it weren't for this old fellow, it would very likely be the Zhang family ancestor. Moreover, he was extremely powerful in cultivation. How could he possibly take out so much life spring to dissolve the deathly qi within his body?
As for the Heavenly Divine Wood, Zhang Ruichen temporarily doesn't plan to expose it.
After all, this old fellow's identity hasn't been fully confirmed, and his cultivation is unfathomable. What if he makes a move to seize it?
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Precious artifacts like the Tian Shen Mu are capable of inciting conflict between brothers, and even father and son. Naturally, they must be treated with utmost caution.
"Such a cheapskate, what's the point? Fine, just two bottles then. Hurry up and bring them out."
Zhang Ruochin rarely argued with him, and in a very straightforward manner, he took out two bottles of the Fountain of Life.
The remaining spring of life, however, can no longer be used and must be kept for future use.
After finishing this matter, Zhang Ruochin ignored the old man and turned to walk towards the depths of the graveyard.
Zhang Ruchen's cultivation had already reached the threshold realm, he didn't need the Great Saint Dao Fruit at all. However, comprehending the Great Saint rules on these tombs would undoubtedly benefit him greatly. It was even possible that it could significantly increase his Saint Dao rules.
To reach his current level, what he lacks is only accumulation. He needs to find a way to increase the number of sacred rules to the limit of a Saint King realm, and at the same time, do everything possible to make his physical body immortal.
The Zhang family's ancestors, those great saints, cultivated all sorts of saintly paths, including the path of time, the path of space, and even the path of truth.
Zhang Ruochin planned to spend more time pondering at the graves of his ancestors, strengthening his own cultivation and accumulation.
However, the graveyard was filled with an incredibly powerful force. Even Zhang Ruochen, a top Saint King, couldn't venture too deep. The ancestral tombs he could reach were no more than five hundred.
"What's that?"
Zhang Ruochin's gaze fell upon a large Saint Dao Fruit, and he suddenly had an epiphany.
As the Great Sage reached out, a single glistening water droplet flew from his Dao Fruit.
Zhang Ruochin held the water droplet in his palm and observed it carefully. His expression changed subtly as he said, “It seems to be composed of a vast number of sacred Dao rules.”
After a moment's thought, Zhang Ruochin swallowed the water droplet and began to refine it by running the "Nine Heavens Mingdi Scripture."
After a moment, Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "My internal sacred Dao rules have actually increased by 100,000!"
You must know, this is not the Great Saint's Dao Fruit, it is merely a drop of water on the surface of the Great Saint's Dao Fruit, like a drop of dew.
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Is this unbelievable.
As soon as his body moved, Zhang Ruochin appeared before another ancestral tomb. He gazed intently at the Great Saint Dao Fruit atop it and sure enough, discovered another water droplet.
Having tasted the sweetness, Zhang Ruochin would not be polite and directly took it into his hand.
And then, Zhang Ruochin quickly dashed through the cemetery, collecting all the dewdrops on the Great Saint Dao Fruit.
Although he could only reach nearly five hundred ancestral tombs, the dewdrops he collected were not insignificant, totaling close to three hundred drops.
If every drop could increase my understanding of the Sacred Dao rules by one hundred thousand, then the Sacred Dao rules within me would be close to nine million.
A look of intense anticipation flickered in Zhang Ruochin's eyes.
Having collected all the Dao Fruit Essence, Zhang Ruochin arrived at a grand ancestral tomb exuding an immensely powerful aura of Saints.
Judging from the Great Saint rules covering the tomb, this ancestor's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Great Saint realm—the Supreme Realm.
On the outskirts of the cemetery, this ancestor's strength in their lifetime was said to be the most formidable.
"Just retreat and cultivate here for a while."
"Zhang Ruochen whispered, flipping his hand to take out the sundial."
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With so many new rules of the Holy Way appearing suddenly, it is very necessary to organize them carefully and avoid any mistakes.
The sundial was activated, and the power of time enveloped dozens of surrounding tombs.
Zhang Ruchen immediately released five holy images, each going to the front of a nearby ancestral tomb. Only the immovable Ming Wang holy image remained with his physical body, responsible for refining the Dao Fruit Holy Dew collected from the Great Saint's Dao Fruit.
Comprehending the sacred teachings of various eminent ancestors and reflecting upon them can undoubtedly facilitate a deeper understanding of the true essence of the Dao.
The advantage of possessing six great auspicious appearances was fully displayed at this time.
When Zhang Ruochin entered his state, Mingjiang King and the others also began to cultivate in front of the tomb of the Great Saint Ancestor.
The old man kept watching from the side, but he shook his head as he watched.
Nearly 300 Zhang family members, in front of numerous great holy tombs, attempted to test their compatibility. In the end, only seven individuals were able to barely align with the rules of seven great holy tombs. Their minds could withstand the impact of the great holy's pressure.
That is to say, only seven people possess the foundation for refining the Great Saint Dao Fruit, but they must also wait until their cultivation level reaches the Saint King realm.
Therefore, at present, only Mingjiang Wang and his son who have reached the Saint King realm meet the conditions for refining the Great Saint Dao Fruit.
Furthermore, refining the Great Saint Dao Fruit doesn't allow for an immediate breakthrough to the Great Saint realm. It requires a period of time for transformation.
"If it weren't for the Zhang family bloodline, I'm afraid the number of qualified individuals would be halved. I never expected that after sleeping for 100,000 years, the Zhang family would have fallen to such a state." The old man couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
It is a pity that so many Great Saint Dao Fruits are being guarded right now, but no one can use them.
Those who don't meet the criteria for the Dao Fruit of a Great Saint, the old man hasn't driven them away either. Practicing in front of the Great Saint's Tomb does have some benefits for them after all, it should allow many of them to enter the Saint Realm.
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His eyes shifted, and the old man looked into the depths of the graveyard. A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "This Zhang Ruochin kid didn't choose a path after all. He cultivated both Time and Space Dao Fruits – quite peculiar. But with his six Great Saint Forms and the sundial in hand, he's truly something to envy."
Although he had some doubts, the old man did not intend to inquire about this matter. He believed that Zhang Rucheng must have had special considerations.
In the blink of an eye, six days had passed in the outside world. However, within the area covered by the power of time, a full six years had gone by.
The divine stone embedded in the sundial, turned to ashes, and the power of time vanished without a trace.
Although, Zhang Ruochin was still immersed in his cultivation state and showed no signs of waking up.
After several days, Zhang Ruochin leisurely opened his eyes. With a turn of his mind, he retracted the five sacred appearances he had released back into his body.
<<<"The water beads condensed outside the different Great Saint Dao Fruits had different effects. The worst only increased my understanding of Saint Dao rules by 10,000, while the best increased it by nearly 200,000. This brought my total number of Saint Dao rules to 90 million." Zhang Ruochin's eyes were filled with a satisfied smile. "
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However, the rapidly growing Sheng Dao rules contain many minor Dao rules, with a total of 30 million, accounting for more than 30%.
But even so, Zhang Ruochin's sacred Dao rule structure was still extremely perfect, after all, the foundation he laid at the beginning was extremely solid.
Putting away the sundial, Zhang Ruichen stood up and his gaze fell on the Great Saint Dao Fruit that contained the inheritance of powerful cultivators from the Realm Above.
After a moment's thought, Zhang Ruochin used his spatial abilities to take the Great Saint Dao Fruit from mid-air and into his hand. Then, he immediately sent it into the Kunlun Realm to soak in the Spring of Life.
As expected, nurtured by the Spring of Life, the Great Sage's Dharma fruit did not show any signs of decay, melting, or vaporization.
Immediately, Zhang Ruichen picked a few more large Saint Dao fruits and preserved them with the spring of life.
He may not be able to use it himself, but he can give it to others.
Of course, these great saint Tao fruits are the foundation of the Zhang family, and he couldn't possibly take too many.
With a respectful bow to the several ancestral tombs, Zhang Ruochin turned and walked out of the cemetery.
<<<"Zhang Ruochin, I received your transmission light sigil. The old man just retrieved it from outside Wang Mountain." The elder appeared out of thin air and handed Zhang Ruochin a transmission light sigil with a smile.
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Zhang Ruchen's heart moved, and he had a vague guess. He couldn't help but reach out to take it and examine it seriously.
The old man asked: "Who is this Naran Danqing? What does he look like? And what's your relationship to him?"
"Is this none of your business?"
Leaving this sentence behind, Zhang Ruochin directly left the cemetery.
The old man couldn't help but curl his lip and say, "Really impolite. I won't stoop to your level."
Leaving the cemetery, Zhang Ruochen brought the Qingtian Shenglong, which had already been partially refined with the Panlong Teng, and without delay, left Wangshan at the fastest speed.
The telepathic message is from a holy scripture's gifted woman, informing him that the Roc clan's great prince Mara has once again entered the Kunlun realm and arrived in the Eastern Domain. His destination is Luoshui for an unknown reason.
"To actually come to my door uninvited, a Rakshasa cultivator? Are they all this arrogant?" Zhang Ruochin felt that something was amiss about this situation, but he didn't dwell on it too much.
With Zhang Ruochin's current cultivation, even if Yan Wushen came, he might not necessarily get the better of him.
Blood debts must be paid with blood. No matter how powerful King Malodor is, or how many monks he brings with him, he must die this time.
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Beyond the three realms, not within the five elements.
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In the endless black night, demons are bloodthirsty, enchanting demonesses captivate all, with pits of corpses and mounds of skeletons. Yet he only does what he must, steadfastly adhering to his unchanging heart.
On that day, when he arrived at the peak of the celestial path, he looked up at the heavens and pointed at the mortal realm, shouting: "I am the Heavenly Emperor. All beings, come and worship me."
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