Chapter 362: Once in Ten Thousand Years, Ninth-Rank Nascent Soul

Three days later, the suspended sect competition could not be held as scheduled.

On Tianzhu Peak, at the entrance of Fire Cloud Cave.

Rolling spiritual energy was still surging into the cave.

In the Fire Cloud Cave, Huo Lingwu sat cross-legged.

Her face was calm, her black hair fluttering in the spiritual tide, like elves dancing in the reflection of the spiritual fire.

In her dantian, piles of magma-like viscous fiery red spiritual liquid were piled up.

In the center of the spiritual liquid, clusters of golden flames were burning fiercely.

In the center of the flames, a crimson Golden Core made crackling sounds in the flames.

Crack.

With a crisp sound, a small opening cracked on the surface of the Golden Core.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The sounds continued to ring out, and the surface of the Golden Core cracked.

Every time it sounded, every time it cracked, Huo Lingwu's divine soul felt extreme pain.

Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin into the deep valley between her breasts.

Eighty-one crisp sounds, eighty-one cracks.

The Golden Core could no longer support it and shattered with a pop.

The Golden Core shattered, and an infant the size of a thumb revealed its figure.

The infant opened its eyes, stretched its arms, kicked its small legs, and then opened its small mouth.

Like a whale sucking water, the shattered Golden Core, together with the surrounding spiritual liquid, flew into its mouth one after another.

On Tianzhu Peak, spiritual energy was like a funnel, surging into the Fire Cloud Cave continuously.

In just one breath, the spiritual energy funnel disappeared.

True Monarch Qingfeng waited, stroking his beard.

But after waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was no change in the Fire Cloud Cave.

True Monarch Qingfeng shook his head with a bitter smile. One spiritual tide, achieving a first-rank Nascent Soul. A first-rank Nascent Soul, the worst Nascent Soul in the cultivation world, with no hope of becoming a God for the rest of one's life. His disciple's cultivation path could be considered broken from now on.

A tear of an old man slowly dripped from the corner of True Monarch Qingfeng's eye.

At this time, a jade hand reached over and gently wiped the tears from his face with a handkerchief.

Fairy Mingyue gently held her husband's hand: "Alas, Lingwu, this girl is really too strong. You say she is only at the mid-Golden Core cultivation level, why is she in such a hurry to impact the Nascent Soul."

True Monarch Qingfeng didn't speak, and another tear of an old man slid from his eyes.

Just at this time, rolling spiritual energy surged from outside the peak again, and the spiritual energy funnel formed quietly.

True Monarch Qingfeng's face changed, and he couldn't help but hold Fairy Mingyue's hand tightly.

After one breath, the spiritual energy funnel disappeared again.

True Monarch Qingfeng waited anxiously.

A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, and there was still no movement in the Fire Cloud Cave.

Fairy Mingyue sighed softly: "Second-rank Nascent Soul. Lingwu, this child, is really miserable."

Her words had just fallen when the spiritual tide surged on Tianzhu Peak again, and the spiritual energy funnel formed quietly.

Three days later.

Behind True Monarch Qingfeng stood the heads and elders of various peaks.

True Monarch Qingji, the head of Tianji Peak: "Sect Leader Junior Brother, this is already the seventh spiritual tide. Seven spiritual tides achieve a seventh-rank Nascent Soul. Your disciple's aptitude is really good!"

True Monarch Qingyu, the head of Yuheng Peak: "Lingwu, this child, has hope of becoming a God. Sect Leader Junior Brother, you must cultivate her well. If you don't have time, you can send her to my Yuheng Peak, and I will teach her personally."

True Monarch Qingxuan, the head of Tianquan Peak: "It's a pity, it's a pity, if Wushang, that child, could become a Taoist companion with Lingwu, that would really be a great joy for my Wanfa Immortal Gate. With their aptitude, the child they give birth to would at least have the aptitude of a God."

True Monarch Qingfeng didn't answer.

His gaze was fixed on the Fire Cloud Cave.

There, the seventh spiritual tide had passed for four hours, and the eighth spiritual energy funnel had not yet formed.

Could it be that Lingwu can only achieve a seventh-rank Nascent Soul in the end.

A seventh-rank Nascent Soul is considered extremely excellent in the sect. Even if it is placed in the entire Zhongyu Immortal Prefecture, placed in the entire Xuantiandalu, it is also very excellent.

However, Lingwu, Master hopes you go one step further.

Go one step further, and you have hope of cultivating to the Integration stage, walking another journey on the road to becoming an immortal.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, perhaps it was that the prayer was effective.

On Tianzhu Peak, the spiritual tide surged, and the eighth spiritual energy funnel formed again.

True Monarch Qingfeng clenched his fists.

Lingwu, hold on.

Achieve an eighth-rank Nascent Soul, achieve a miracle of the Immortal Gate in a thousand years.

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave.

Huo Lingwu floated in mid-air.

Spiritual mist rolled under her, sometimes turning into a green phoenix, sometimes turning into a fire phoenix.

If someone were here at this moment, they would definitely exclaim loudly: "Immortal beast manifestation, great power reincarnated."

Huo Lingwu still sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her black hair dancing in the wind.

An infant the size of a thumb sat cross-legged in her dantian. The infant had red hair like fire and exquisite features; looking closely, it was exactly the same as Huo Lingwu's features.

The Nascent Soul waved its small hands, and mysterious runes flickered and floated.

The runes formed a mysterious array map.

The Nascent Soul opened its small mouth and whispered: "Departing Fire Burns the Heavens, Mysterious Bird Descends to the World."

In the center of the array map, the fire burned fiercely.

In the center of the flames, a hairless fire bird poked its head out.

Outside Tianzhu Peak.

The onlookers were silent.

The eighth spiritual tide had dissipated, and everyone was waiting bitterly for the arrival of the ninth spiritual tide.

Nine spiritual tides, ninth-rank Nascent Soul.

For ten thousand years, the number of cultivators who achieved a ninth-rank Nascent Soul in Xuantiandalu could be counted on one hand.

These people were all geniuses of the Immortal Gate. Ninth-rank Nascent Soul cultivators, as long as they didn't fall halfway, could mostly become great powers of the Mahayana stage. Those with excellent opportunities could also step on the Tribulation stage and touch the existence of the Immortal Gate.

Half a day passed.

One day passed.

Two days passed.

Three days passed.

There was still no change in the Fire Cloud Cave.

The ninth spiritual tide didn't form, and Huo Lingwu didn't come out of the cave dwelling.

"Father, can Senior Sister achieve a ninth-rank Nascent Soul?"

Beside True Monarch Qingfeng, Ling'er asked weakly.

True Monarch Qingfeng didn't answer.

"Pop!" After a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Quick, quick, open the restrictions of all peaks!" True Monarch Qingfeng roared at the other heads.

The heads of various peaks were stunned when they heard this.

A moment later, they all came to their senses.

The heads left one after another, and a moment later they returned one after another.

Kunlun Immortal Mountain, light shone.

Before long, rolling spiritual energy surged toward Tianzhu Peak from all directions, and a hundred-zhang-high spiritual energy funnel formed again.

The spiritual energy funnel lasted for an hour before slowly disappearing.

The onlookers waited silently outside.

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave.

A palm-sized mysterious bird rushed out of Huo Lingwu's dantian.

On the back of the mysterious bird sat a thumb-sized little person with red hair fluttering.

This little person was Huo Lingwu's ninth-rank Nascent Soul.

In mid-air.

Huo Lingwu slowly opened her eyes.

She waved her hand, and the mysterious bird carried her Nascent Soul and flew into her dantian again.

The Nascent Soul was formed.

Now is the time to accept the test of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Huo Lingwu slowly walked out of the cave dwelling.

In front of the cave dwelling, the spiritual tide had dissipated.

Above the cave dwelling, a huge thunder eye had formed.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by everyone's exclamations, a white thunder ball shot out from the thunder eye. ===== CHAPTER 363 =====