Invincible Divine Sword Chapter 2059: 2059: Level 15 Holy Land

Capítulo 2059: Chapter 2059: Level 15 Holy Land

Yang Xiaotian had originally planned to use the Chaos Holy Heart Fruit he obtained from Chaos Mountain to aid his cultivation once he officially became a disciple of the World Academy.

However, since the apprenticeship ceremony was still six months away, he decided to postpone his seclusion. He didn't want to risk having his meditation interrupted by the upcoming event.

Seeking to make use of his time, Yang Xiaotian made his way to the Scripture Pavilion of the World Academy. He intended to study the various records and insights regarding the development of sacred lands.

Once a cultivator successfully breaks through to the Holy Emperor Realm, they gain the ability to manifest their own sacred land.

The process of condensing a sacred land is far from simple. It requires a deep comprehension of the five elemental forces of the Holy Realm—Water, Fire, Wood, Earth, and Metal—before the foundation can be established.

Naturally, the more profound one's mastery over these five elemental powers, the more formidable their resulting sacred land will become.

Upon reaching the Scripture Pavilion, Yang Xiaotian presented his Inner Sect Disciple Identity Token to gain entry. He bypassed the outer shelves and headed directly for the deepest section of the first floor.

The archives in this area were filled with the accumulated wisdom of the World Academy’s predecessors, specifically focusing on the methods of cultivating sacred lands.

Yang Xiaotian settled in and began meticulously examining the scrolls and manuals one by one.

By the time the day drew to a close, he had already scrutinized hundreds of volumes on the subject.

He learned that sacred lands are classified into different ranks, ranging from Level 1 to Level 14.

Most geniuses from the major superpowers usually manage to condense a sacred land of Level 7 or 8.

Reaching Level 9 is considered a rare feat, while Level 10 is an even more exceptional occurrence.

However, the real turning point is Level 11, as a sacred land must reach this rank before it can generate Holy Spirit Aura.

Therefore, Level 11 serves as a vital threshold for any serious cultivator.

While a Level 11 sacred land can produce Holy Spirit Aura, it is only of the lower grade, which eventually condenses into a lower grade Dao Holy Vein.

A Level 12 sacred land yields middle grade Holy Spirit Aura, whereas a Level 13 one produces high grade Holy Spirit Aura.

Only a Level 14 sacred land has the capacity to generate top grade Holy Spirit Aura!

Beyond the quality of aura, a higher-level sacred land offers significantly greater offensive power and defensive capabilities.

Much like a Dao Heart, the quality of one's sacred land is a determining factor for all future Cultivation progress.

“Master Ding, is a Level 14 sacred land truly the peak of what can be achieved in this world?” Yang Xiaotian asked Master Ding, recognizing the gravity of the matter.

“It is not,” Master Ding replied instantly. “The absolute pinnacle is a Level 15 sacred land.”

“That being said, throughout history, no one has ever successfully cultivated a Level 15 sacred land.”

“Not even Long Yi, the Master of the Holy Realm, was able to reach that height.”

“But because you hold the First of Eternity Heart and possess the King of Chaos totem, there is a glimmer of hope that you might actually achieve a Level 15 sacred land.”

Intrigued, Yang Xiaotian asked, “What kind of aura is produced by a Level 15 sacred land?”

He knew that Level 14 produced top grade Holy Spirit Aura, so he wondered what could possibly surpass that.

“A Level 15 sacred land gives birth to Xuanhuang Holy Energy,” Master Ding answered, his voice betraying a hint of emotion.

Xuanhuang Holy Energy!

The revelation caused Yang Xiaotian’s heart to race.

He was well aware that Xuanhuang Holy Water was required to restore Master Ding’s Five Strike of Epoch strength. Since Xuanhuang Holy Energy is simply the gaseous form of that water, having the energy meant having the water.

Furthermore, his own progress with the Heavenly Dao Holy Body also relied heavily on Xuanhuang Holy Water.

He had never imagined that a Level 15 sacred land could be the source of such a legendary resource.

Yang Xiaotian felt a surge of excitement; if he could actually manifest a Level 15 sacred land, he would essentially have an infinite supply of Xuanhuang Holy Water at his disposal.

Even on the vast World Continent, Xuanhuang Holy Water was incredibly scarce. This was precisely why the World Commerce restricted its sale to only the disciples of the World Academy.

Without wasting a moment, Yang Xiaotian began his attempt to sense the Holy Realm's powers of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. As his comprehension deepened, tiny specks of five-colored light began to manifest around him.

These shimmering points were the physical manifestation of the five elemental powers.

Under his focused intent, the cluster of lights grew rapidly. What started as a small, egg-sized glow soon expanded to the size of a fist.

As the day progressed, the aura of light had expanded until it covered an area half the size of a basketball court.

Once these elemental points become as vast as a great lake, they can be condensed into a Level 1 sacred land.

At his current pace, he estimated he could achieve a Level 1 sacred land within a single month.

Yang Xiaotian eventually paused his efforts, looking at the swirling lights with a sense of pride.

Reaching Level 1 in a month was an incredible speed. According to the records he had read, even figures like the Master of the Holy Realm and Long Yi had taken two or three years to reach that stage.

“Your progress is exceptionally fast, yet even at this rate, it would still take you several hundred thousand years to reach Level 15,” Master Ding noted dryly.

The comment felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped over Yang Xiaotian’s head.

Even with his talent, it would take hundreds of millennia to reach the peak?

“To accelerate your progress, you must acquire Five Elements Sacred Soil,” Master Ding suggested. “If you obtain enough of it, you can directly absorb the Five Elements Sacred Power within, allowing you to condense the elemental forces much faster.”

“The World Commerce should have some in stock.”

“You should go there and ask.”

Yang Xiaotian nodded in agreement. It was also the perfect time to check on the availability of Xuanhuang Holy Water.

Leaving the academy grounds, he made his way directly to the World Commerce building.

Upon his arrival, he happened to cross paths with Noble Son Wugou and a group of other Inner Sect disciples.

Wugou had come to the shop intending to buy a Four Hundred Million Year Divine Medicine, but his face paled the moment he spotted Yang Xiaotian.

His expression shifted instantly. He instinctively moved out of the way and spoke in a subservient tone, “Greetings, Brother Yang.”

Since Yang Xiaotian had challenged and defeated the top-ranked Inner Sect disciple, he had claimed that position for himself. By the rules of the Sect, Wugou was now required to address him as a senior brother.

“Greetings, Brother Yang,” the disciples behind Wugou echoed, their faces equally white with fear.

Every one of them had seen Yang Xiaotian’s entrance exam and was utterly terrified of him.

The image of Yang Xiaotian standing amidst a sea of millions of slaughtered Fierce Beasts was a nightmare they couldn't forget.

“Noble Son Wugou, was it?” Yang Xiaotian said, his voice level.

“Yes,” Wugou replied, trembling as he spoke.

“Do you recall the words you spoke to me here a month ago?” Yang Xiaotian inquired.

Though Yang Xiaotian’s voice was calm, it sent shivers down Wugou’s spine.

A month prior, Wugou had mocked Yang Xiaotian at this very spot, claiming someone like him couldn't even pass the first stage of the Inner Sect assessment.

He had even arrogantly challenged the Dragon Corpse Beast to try and take his head.

Thinking back on his boldness, Wugou pulled his head down as if trying to hide it. “Brother Yang, I was mistaken. I will return the Wandao Mansion to you immediately,” he pleaded.

“Return it?” Yang Xiaotian gave him a brief glance but didn't linger. He walked past the group and headed toward the hall where Divine Medicines and Xuanhuang Holy Water were traded.

Watching him walk away, Wugou’s face grew even more ashen.

If Yang Xiaotian had accepted the mansion, the debt might have been settled. The fact that he ignored the offer entirely left Wugou in a state of pure dread.