Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8507 8507: Preaching Dao (1)

The Divinity was essentially known as a God's core, serving as the fundamental essence of a God-grade powerhouse. It corresponded to Zhao Hai's Pearl derived from the nine-word mantra. This artifact held immense value. It had the ability to draw in spiritual Qi and moreover, to command the power of faith. In essence, owning such an item allowed one to wield the power of faith and thus qualify as a God-grade powerhouse.

Yet, within the blood sea realm, acquiring a Godhead did not earn one the title of God-grade expert. Instead, people referred to such an individual as an Island Lord-grade expert, making the Godhead a key indicator of Island Lord-grade status. This held true even for a body cultivation sect like the giant demon sect, where reaching the Island Lord grade would generate a Godhead.

Nevertheless, the Xenomorphs boasted exceptional defense and offensive capabilities, yet they lacked any Godheads. It appeared they could no longer form additional ones, leaving Zhao Hai uncertain about classifying them as Island Lords. To investigate, Zhao Hai even attempted to take the Xenomorphs outside to check if they would face the heavenly Tribulation.

Indeed, these aliens could not endure the heavenly Tribulation. This outcome astonished Zhao Hai further. Still, he held no doubts regarding the aliens' prowess. Even without exerting his maximum effort, he found it impossible to pierce the alien's shell. The sheer strength of their defense overwhelmed him.

Crucially, the aliens possessed two additional skills. The first involved transforming into blood mist, rendering them nearly impervious to physical strikes and freeing them from fear of enemy assaults. The second was their potent poison. The Xenomorphs' venom carried devastating toxicity in both their saliva and blood, amplifying the lethality of their strikes.

Even more vital, they had integrated some death Qi from the forefather's fingers into their forms. Their claws, fangs, and tails now brimmed with this death Qi, enhancing their attack potency significantly. This feature proved especially crucial for Zhao Hai.

Now, what defined Zhao Hai's predicament? From the once-mighty bloody massacre sect, only 10000 members remained. Zhao Hai felt convinced that his longtime ally, Yan Bei, had perished. He sensed the alien he had entrusted to Yan Bei had also met its end. Had that alien survived, Yan Bei might have clung to life. But with the alien's demise, Yan Bei's fate was sealed.

Concerning his master, uncle-master, and Shen Nanzheng, Zhao Hai believed none had survived. Against the onslaught from the corpse demon ancestor, escape seemed utterly impossible for them. Thus, the survivors on blood Gale Island truly counted their blessings. Had the bronze man not reacted swiftly to flee and shield them, death would have claimed them too. After all, the bronze man originated from an array, setting it apart from typical beings, which barely allowed the blood Gale Island group to escape alive. Lacking such a protector, no one else could have possibly survived.

Moreover, Zhao Hai had no intention of venturing out. All major sects had dispatched forces into the blood massacre sect's domain. Though saturated with death Qi, this realm's death Qi had merged with the blood sea's blood mist to create a novel energy form. This energy exerted a fierce corrosive influence, posing severe threats to cultivators.

That said, never underestimate the resourcefulness of these powerful sects. They devised numerous methods to lessen the energy's effects, enabling entry into the blood slaughter sect's territory. By this point, countless cultivators from diverse sects had penetrated the area. Should Zhao Hai emerge and get spotted by them—especially if any blood slaughter sect disciples still lived—he would face grave peril. Hence, he chose to stay hidden for now.

Zhao Hai resolved to retreat into the secret realm for recovery and consolidation. Following the hell dimension's upgrade, he transferred the cold wind ghost flag, the flexible sword, and the God-slaying saber there for refinement. He immersed the God-slaying saber in the blood pool. After successive enhancements, the hell dimension's blood pool had evolved into something extraordinarily potent. Given its bloodthirsty nature, the blood pool served as the ideal spot for the God-slaying saber, where it could be tempered to grow even fiercer.

The yin Wind Ghost flag now had the capacity to assimilate ownerless souls from the infernal realm, converting them into loyal ghosts. Notably, the mindless Yin souls within the infernal realm had undergone their own upgrade, gaining heightened spiritual power. Such entities offered tremendous nourishment to the yin Wind Ghost flag.

Among these three magical artifacts, the flexible sword ranked as the least formidable. Its construction materials paled in comparison to those of the God-slaying saber and the cold wind Ghost flag. Furthermore, its previous owner had failed to invest sufficient time in its development, capping its potential. Despite this, Zhao Hai refused to abandon it, opting instead to nurture it gradually within hell.

Zhao Hai's persistence with this flexible sword stemmed from its solid potential as a magical artifact. Though it fell short of the God-slaying saber's caliber, proper cultivation could render it quite formidable. For the moment, he avoided deploying the God-slaying saber. As for the cold wind Ghost flag, its greatest asset lay in bolstering group combat, empowering entire forces and elevating army-wide fighting strength, rather than excelling in duels.

While Zhao Hai had leveraged the yin Wind Ghost flag to overcome two Island Lords, securing victory in both encounters, success largely hinged on the divine Secrets technique, which amplified any method employed. That amplification allowed him to prevail against the Island Lords. Yet, when it came to raw single-target damage, the yin Wind Ghost flag did not shine brightest.

Looking ahead, Zhao Hai would require a reliable weapon for combat. Although the divine Secrets finger remained an option, a quality magical artifact could prove invaluable in certain scenarios. Here, the soft sword would demonstrate its worth, allowing Zhao Hai to launch attacks with it when needed.

Having arranged these matters, Zhao Hai gradually opened his eyes. He reviewed the timeline and felt startled to realize that his brief exchange with the lower realm folks, his assessment of the blood lotus and space's transformations, and his placement of the three Dharma artifacts into hell's space for nurturing had consumed a full three days. This revelation shocked him. Based on prior estimates, these actions should have taken no more than two to four hours. Such an extended duration baffled him—what could explain it?

Zhao Hai promptly consulted Laura, who supplied the explanation without delay. It transpired that the interaction with the sea exploration sect had triggered it all. During his communion with the sea exploration sect, time's pace within Zhao Hai's body had quickened dramatically. To observers, his dialogue seemed fleeting, mere sentences exchanged, yet in the upper world, two days had elapsed. Essentially, while linking to the lower world, the temporal flow encircling Zhao Hai synchronized with the lower realm's speed, accounting for the elapsed time.

Stunned by this, Zhao Hai rose abruptly and noticed Chang Jun and the others gazing at him. They had all assembled, eager for his lecture, only to find him in meditation for three days. Unwilling to interrupt, they simply waited patiently. Seeing him awake now filled them with joy.

Observing their eager faces, Zhao Hai grinned. "It looks like you've all grown impatient waiting. No matter, I'll skip further delays. Everyone, assemble. The Dao lecture commences now." The group responded with enthusiasm and swiftly formed up in record time. They settled into cross-legged positions, fixing pious gazes upon Zhao Hai.

With a smile, Zhao Hai waved his hand, summoning the blood lotus beneath him to elevate his form gently. He ascended until hovering over ten meters above, then assumed a cross-legged posture atop the blood lotus and executed hand seals. He proclaimed, "Lin. Bing. Dou. Zhe. Jie. Formation. Row. Forward. Xing!" His proclamation carried an eerie penetrative force, as though infused with unique enchantment, burrowing straight into listeners' cores. All felt their spirits jolt, followed by a profound elevation of their souls. Agitation, sorrow, hopelessness, terror, and similar turmoil vanished from their hearts. They resembled serene meditating monks, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet their minds cleared brilliantly. Each slipped into an extraordinary meditative state.

Next, Zhao Hai's voice resonated from deep within their souls, "Cultivators pursue the Dao to attain eternal life. Countless paths exist among the 3000 great DAOs toward longevity, each capable of granting it. Picture rivers merging into the ocean; the ocean births myriad streams in turn. As rivers join the sea, they embody it, and the sea embodies the Dao. Indeed, every blade of grass, every tree, every bloom, every stone embodies the Dao. The Dao permeates heaven and earth, and heaven and earth constitute the Dao...."

Layer upon layer of esoteric scriptures unfolded in their minds, captivating them utterly. Knotty aspects of their cultivation techniques, once baffling, now sparked sudden clarity. Like divine revelation, they plunged into profound meditation.

In that instant, several individuals detected stirrings within. They perceived their internal mana roiling, on the verge of breakthrough. These were adepts at the Dharma cultivation realm's pinnacle. A successful advance would elevate them to Island Lord masters. Among them stood Xu Gang and Wen Yuming.

All those nearing breakthrough recognized the signs. Aware of the imminent surge, they prepared to withdraw from the mystical state and seek secluded spots for the transition, knowing full well their proximity to others. Attempting it here risked disrupting fellow meditators.

Yet, just as they moved to rise, Zhao Hai's voice echoed in their hearts, "The Dao follows nature, and nature is the Dao. Embrace the natural flow, and the great Dao shall manifest!" Upon hearing this, those poised to stand froze and reimmersed themselves in the mystical realm, abandoning any attempt to move. Unbeknownst to them, Zhao Hai had spatially separated them from the group, positioning each in isolated zones. Thus, even breakthroughs now posed no threat to others. This arrangement, of course, owed to Zhao Hai's influence; with him present, such interference became impossible.