Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 282

Inside the cave, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, a flash of complex emotion briefly appearing in his gaze.

With a thought, a small ball of light flew out from the center of his forehead.

The light ball quietly hovered in front of him, extremely dim, like a candle on the verge of going out, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.

This was Chen Jia’s True Spirit, the most fundamental, original essence of a person.

He sighed softly.

"Master, this is the last time I call you ’Master.’ You were unjust, but I cannot be ungrateful. If it weren’t for you, I would not have been able to leave the Xuan Gui Continent or comprehend the mysteries of Martial Arts. Now that only a trace of your True Spirit remains in the world, I will not forget my promise. When the day comes that I reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts, I will find a way to rebuild your body."

With a finger’s guidance, the True Spirit was drawn into the Soul Nourishing Ring.

The Soul Nourishing Ring has the function of nurturing the soul, making it the best choice for storing True Spirits.

He took off the Soul Nourishing Ring and placed it in the deepest part of the Storage Bracelet, dispelling the last of the shadows in his heart.

He did not get up, his eyes gently closed, sensing the surroundings with closed eyes.

His body radiated light, a five-colored Divine Light bursting forth, resonating with the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi with each breath, as the Spiritual Origin consumed in the Dantian rapidly recovered visibly.

This was a Spiritual Body, and an even more powerful Five Elements Spirit Body.

Within his flesh, immense power surged, the strength of the Eighth Layer Dragon Elephant Golden Body raging within, as if a single punch could split the heavens.

Using the brief moment of body and heaven resonation during the spiritual body condensation, Zhong Lin managed to break through the Eighth Layer of Dragon Elephant Golden Body, and with the secret technique "Dragon Elephant God," he counteracted Chen Jia’s body seizing attempt.

Otherwise, it might not have been him opening his eyes again.

In fact, Zhong Lin had another thought.

Perhaps, even without "Dragon Elephant God," Chen Jia couldn’t seize his body.

"In novels from my past life, it was said body seizing could only be done once. So, does my transmigration count as body seizing?" Zhong Lin pondered secretly.

This question had no answer, and Zhong Lin dared not try, leaving the thought buried deeply.

With the Eighth Layer of Dragon Elephant Golden Body, a strength of 1.28 million pounds, combined with the soul defense secret technique "Dragon Elephant God," Zhong Lin felt confident that he could defeat even Yunling Realm powerhouses.

The Yunling Realm remains within the Transcendent Realm, only having opened the Soul Palace, allowing the use of Divine Soul Power in attacks. Without soul attack resistance, one cannot oppose them.

Having cultivated the soul defense secret technique "Dragon Elephant God," Zhong Lin feared no Divine Soul attacks. His body’s strength was not just intact, but even stronger, allowing certain victory.

Indulging for a while in his fleshly strength, Zhong Lin began sifting through the memories left by Chen Jia.

Chen Jia, knowing he couldn’t escape doom, perhaps moved by guilt or a gamble on Zhong Lin’s kindness, dispersed his soul body, leaving only a trace of True Spirit.

Clearly, he won the gamble.

Zhong Lin did not scatter his True Spirit but stored it in the Soul Nourishing Ring, awaiting favorable opportunity.

Within the soul body was an amassed soul power from years of cultivation. Despite millennia of depletion, it remained very pure. If Zhong Lin could refine it, his path in Yunling Realm cultivation would be shortened.

But this wasn’t the most precious. Chen Jia’s most valuable legacy was his vast memory, amassed over a thousand years of cultivation, including experience across realms, secret cultivation techniques, and various miscellaneous knowledge.

Zhong Lin now focused on refining the soul power bit by bit, then extracting the memories within.

With a thought, soul power soon refined, and Zhong Li’s mind manifested the complete "Red Flame Technique," including the method for condensing Red Flame Spirit Fire.

"As expected of an Earth Level Technique, indeed as Chen Jia said, this Red Flame Spirit Fire rivals some Heaven and Earth Spirit Fires, useful not only for attacks but also in alchemy. Not bad."

Zhong Lin’s face lit up with a smile.

He slowly stood, stepping out of the cave. Before him was a vast canyon cliff, clouds swirling, white clouds drifting.

Zhong Lin spread his arms, closing his eyes, feeling the vast silence of the world.

He let out a long howl into the sky, his voice echoing through the Nine Heavens.

"Haha... Haha... Haha."

After a while, Zhong Lin stopped laughing, then soared into the sky.

A month had passed; it was time to leave.

In the sky above the Seven Star Secret Realm, a void portal reappeared, emanating an ancient aura, forming a black hole vortex at its center.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Soon, figures flew out from the Secret Realm portal.

Ouyang Daoyong, who had been waiting, immediately flew over upon seeing Wan Pu.

"Master."

Wan Pu’s face was somewhat pale, his aura chaotic. Upon seeing Ouyang Daoyong, he reluctantly saluted.

Ouyang Daoyong’s face, however, was full of smiles; just returning alive was the greatest blessing. Being wounded was inconsequential.

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you for your concern, Master. It’s just a flesh wound, I’m fine."

Wan Pu glanced around.

"Elder Zhong hasn’t come out yet?"

Ouyang Daoyong’s expression also darkened slightly, shaking his head in response: "Did you not encounter Elder Zhong inside the Secret Realm?"

"No, I’ve been searching for Elder Zhong the whole time, but Elder Zhong seemed to vanish into thin air, impossible to find."

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking, a shadow of worry cast over them.

As time passed, more Martial Artists emerged from the Secret Realm.

Most appeared in poor condition.

Either severely injured or mentally exhausted, faces pale, auras chaotic.

These were sect Martial Artists; loose cultivators were even fewer. Some lapsed immediately into unconsciousness upon exiting the Secret Realm, on the brink of death.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Following crisp sounds, two figures flew out from the Secret Realm portal.

It was Zhong Lin and Yu Jinglei.

The two did not communicate, each heading in opposite directions upon leaving.

Yu Jinglei headed toward the Flying Treasure Tower, while Zhong Lin approached Ouyang Daoyong and Wan Pu.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Ouyang Daoyong scanned Zhong Lin up and down, especially noting the unique aura of a Spiritual Body emanating from him, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Congratulations to Elder Zhong on forming a Spiritual Body and stepping into the Spirit Embryo Realm."

Wan Pu also stepped forward with sincere congratulations, knowing Zhong Lin’s strength would elevate the Purple Cloud Sect.

Zhong Lin’s face also showed a smile.

"Elder Zhong, is that..."

Ouyang Daoyong pointed at the bundle at Zhong Lin’s waist, showing a puzzled expression.

"Oh! My Storage Bracelet is too small, so this is some of the loot from the Secret Realm."

As he spoke, the bundle slightly trembled, causing a metallic clinking sound, which made Ouyang Daoyong and Wan Pu’s hearts jump.

If they weren’t mistaken, this sounded like Storage Equipment clashing. With such a big bundle, how much equipment could it hold?

Gasp~

Ouyang Daoyong and Wan Pu exchanged astonished glances, each seeing disbelief in the other’s eyes.

Was Elder Zhong really this ruthless?