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

The core of divinity can also be referred to as a God's essence. It serves as the foundation for any God-grade powerhouse. This very item matches Zhao Hai's Pearl of the nine-word mantra. Its utility proves immense, allowing absorption of spiritual Qi while harnessing the power of faith. In essence, possessing this treasure enables control over faith's might, qualifying one as a God-grade expert.

Yet, within the blood sea realm, gaining a Godhead won't earn anyone the title of God-grade expert. Instead, such individuals get recognized as Island Lord-grade powerhouses, rendering the Godhead the definitive marker of Island Lord status. Surprisingly, even in a body cultivation group like the Giant Demon Sect, attaining Island Lord level results in the formation of Godheads.

Still, the Xenomorphs possess remarkable defensive and offensive strengths, yet they lack any Godheads. It seems unlikely they'll develop them further, leaving Zhao Hai puzzled over whether they qualify as Island Lords. To probe this, Zhao Hai once ventured to lead the Xenomorphs outdoors, hoping to witness if heavenly tribulation would strike.

No, these Xenomorphs failed to trigger heavenly tribulation. This outcome astonished Zhao Hai further. That said, he harbored no doubts about the Xenomorphs' prowess. Even without exerting his maximum effort, he couldn't pierce their tough shells. Their defenses were simply impenetrable.

Crucially, Xenomorphs wielded two additional potent abilities. The first involved transforming into blood mist, granting immunity to nearly all physical strikes and freeing them from fear of enemy assaults. The second was their deadly poison. The Xenomorphs' venom carried extraordinary potency, with their saliva and blood laced with toxins that amplified their attacks tremendously.

Even more vital, they had drawn in traces of death Qi from the forefather's fingers. This infused their claws, teeth, and tails with death Qi, boosting their strikes to lethal heights. Such enhancement held great significance for Zhao Hai.

Consider Zhao Hai's dire circumstances now. The vast Blood Slaughter Sect dwindled to a mere 10,000 survivors. Zhao Hai felt convinced that his old comrade, Yan Bei, had perished. He sensed the Xenomorph he'd gifted to Yan Bei had also fallen. Had that Xenomorph survived, Yan Bei might have clung to life. But with its demise, Yan Bei's fate was sealed.

Regarding his master, uncle-master, and Shen Nanzheng, Zhao Hai remained certain none had endured. Facing the corpse demon ancestor's onslaught, escape proved impossible for them. Thus, the Blood Gale Island group truly counted their blessings. Had the bronze man not reacted swiftly to flee and shield them, death would have claimed them too. After all, as an array-born entity, the bronze man differed vastly from typical beings, enabling the Blood Gale Island survivors to narrowly preserve their lives. Absent such a guardian as the bronze man, no one else could have possibly survived.

Moreover, Zhao Hai resolved to stay hidden rather than venture out. Major sects had dispatched forces into the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. Though saturated with death Qi, this Qi had merged with the blood sea's blood mist, birthing a novel energy form. This energy exerted a fierce corrosive force, posing severe threats to cultivators.

That notwithstanding, never underestimate the ingenuity of these grand sects. They invariably devised methods to lessen the energy's toll. Thus, they penetrated the Blood Slaughter Sect's lands. By this point, numerous cultivators from diverse sects had infiltrated the area. Should Zhao Hai emerge and get spotted by these intruders—especially if any Blood Slaughter Sect disciples lingered—they'd face grave peril. Hence, Zhao Hai chose not to exit at present.

Zhao Hai opted to retreat and recover within the secret realm for the time being. Thanks to the hell dimension's upgrade, he dispatched the Cold Wind Ghost Flag, the flexible sword, and the God-Slaying Saber into the hell space for nurturing. The God-Slaying Saber found placement in the blood pool. Following two enhancements, the hell dimension's blood pool had evolved into something extraordinarily refined. Given its bloodthirsty nature, the blood pool suited the God-Slaying Saber perfectly, allowing it to be tempered and honed for greater ferocity.

The Yin Wind Ghost Flag now drew in ownerless souls from the infernal realm, converting them into spectral servants. Note that the mindless Yin souls within the infernal realm had also advanced. Their spiritual potency had intensified. Such entities offered tremendous nourishment for the Yin Wind Ghost Flag.

Among these three artifacts, the flexible sword ranked as the least formidable. Its construction materials paled compared to those of the God-Slaying Saber and Cold Wind Ghost Flag. Furthermore, its prior owner hadn't invested sufficient effort in its refinement. Consequently, its growth potential stayed constrained. Nevertheless, Zhao Hai refused to abandon it. He consigned it to the hell space for gradual cultivation.

Zhao Hai's persistence with the flexible sword stemmed from its solid potential as an artifact. Though inferior to the God-Slaying Saber, proper nurturing could render it a formidable tool. For now, he hesitated to wield the God-Slaying Saber. As for the Cold Wind Ghost Flag, its prime strength lay in mass combat, empowering entire groups and elevating army-wide fighting strength, rather than excelling in duels.

Even though Zhao Hai had leveraged the Yin Wind Ghost Flag to vanquish two Island Lords, securing victory in both clashes owed much to the Divine Secrets Technique. This method amplified any skill employed. That's how he overcame the duo. Yet, for pure single-target damage, the Yin Wind Ghost Flag fell short of the ideal.

Looking ahead, Zhao Hai would require a reliable weapon for combat. While the Divine Secrets Finger served well, a superior magic artifact could prove invaluable in certain scenarios. Here, the flexible sword's role would shine. When the moment arrived, Zhao Hai could deploy it for offensive strikes.

After arranging these matters, Zhao Hai gradually opened his eyes. He reckoned the elapsed time and felt stunned to realize that mere moments of dialogue with the lower realm folk, grasping the shifts in the blood lotus and space, and consigning the three magic treasures to the hell space for care had consumed three full days. This revelation shocked Zhao Hai. By his prior estimate, finishing these chores should have taken no more than two to four hours. Such a lengthy duration baffled him. What had caused this?

Zhao Hai promptly queried Laura, who swiftly provided the explanation. It all traced back to his interaction with the Sea Exploration Sect. During that exchange, time's pace within his body had hastened dramatically. To observers, he had merely traded a few sentences with the Sea Exploration Sect, yet in the upper realm, two days had slipped by. Put differently, while connecting with the lower world, the temporal flow encircling Zhao Hai synchronized with the lower realm's swift rhythm, accounting for the extended period.

Stunned, Zhao Hai rose immediately and noticed Chang Jun and the rest gazing at him. They had all gathered, awaiting his instructional session, only to find him in meditation for three days. Unwilling to interrupt, they simply bided their time. Seeing him awake now filled them with delight.

Observing their eager faces, Zhao Hai grinned. "It looks like you've all grown impatient waiting. No matter, I won't drag this out further. Everyone, assemble. The Dao lecture commences shortly." The group responded with fervor and swiftly convened in record time. They settled into cross-legged positions, fixing devoted gazes upon Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai smiled, flicking his hand to summon the blood lotus underfoot, which gently elevated his form. He halted at a height exceeding ten meters before assuming a cross-legged stance atop the lotus and crafting hand seals. He intoned, "Lin. Bing. Dou. Zhe. Jie. Formation. Row. Forward. Xing!" His proclamation carried an uncanny resonance, as though infused with mystical allure, piercing straight to the depths of listeners' souls. All present felt their spirits jolt, followed by a profound elevation of their inner being. Agitation, sorrow, hopelessness, terror, and sundry emotions evaporated from their minds. They resembled serene meditating monks, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet their awareness sharpened immensely. Each slipped into a profoundly ethereal state.

Next, Zhao Hai's voice echoed from the core of their beings, "Cultivators pursue the Dao to attain eternal life. Among the 3000 great Daos of longevity, every path guides toward immortality. Like rivers merging into the ocean, the ocean births countless streams. Rivers join to form the sea, and the sea embodies the Dao. Yet, every blade of grass, tree, bloom, and stone may embody the Dao. The Dao permeates heaven and earth, and heaven and earth constitute the Dao...."

Layer upon layer of esoteric scriptures unfurled within their consciousness, captivating their souls. Long-obscure intricacies in their cultivation methods suddenly clarified, sparking epiphanies. All plunged into profound meditative depths.

In that instant, several individuals detected stirrings within. They sensed the magic power in their bodies roiling, on the verge of a breakthrough. These were all adepts at the Dharma cultivation realm's pinnacle. A successful advance would crown them Island Lord masters. Among them stood Xu Gang and Wen Yuming.

Those teetering on the breakthrough's edge all perceived the signs. Aware of their impending transcendence from that enigmatic realm, they prepared to seek secluded spots for the advancement, knowing their proximity to others could disrupt the session if they progressed there.

But as they moved to withdraw, Zhao Hai's voice resounded in their minds, "The Dao follows nature, and nature is the Dao. Embrace the natural flow, and the grand Dao awaits!" Upon hearing this, those poised to rise re-immersed in the wondrous state and remained seated. Unbeknownst to them, spatial separations now distanced them from the group. In truth, even breakthroughs at that moment wouldn't disturb others. This arrangement, of course, owed to Zhao Hai's influence. With him present, interference among them proved improbable.