Chapter 37: The Bosha Dike
On the Yulan Continent, in the Luo’ao Empire, within the courtyard of Bloom’s estate.
“Lord Pomerant!” Bloom bowed respectfully.
Pomerant was tall and imposing, his entire body shrouded in a black robe. Behind Pomerant stood four Saint-level experts, all bowing respectfully. Beneath the black robe, Pomerant’s deep, eerie eyes fixed on Bloom. “Bloom. Everything you told me through soul transmission earlier—is it all true?”
“Absolutely true. If I, Bloom, speak a single falsehood, Lord Pomerant may kill me without hesitation.” Bloom was exceedingly deferential.
Pomerant remained silent.
Bloom dared not say another word. Pomerant was a brutal and violent man. The Gebados Plane Prison was essentially a special plane, vast in scope. It was divided into many territories, with countless Deity-level experts scattered across various parts of the prison.
Among them, Pomerant, Muba, the Great Sorcerer, and Dylin were all in the same region of the plane prison. In this region, the rulers were…
Muba was the easygoing one, the Great Sorcerer was cold and sinister, and Pomerant was tyrannical. Of course, Dylin was the strongest among the four Demigods. Even Pomerant dared not provoke Dylin. However, one day, Dylin suddenly vanished. After Dylin disappeared, Pomerant became the most domineering figure in that region.
It wasn’t until later that a few experts in this region gradually discovered the ‘spatial weakness’ through which Dylin had left. Subsequently, Pomerant, Muba, the Great Sorcerer, and some Saint-level experts entered, though they naturally didn’t inform anyone else.
Thus…
Those who came to the Yulan Continent were actually the few experts near that spatial weakness in the plane prison. When they entered, the countless other experts in the plane prison naturally remained unaware. The spatial weakness, unless one was at that exact location, was impossible to detect.
This was also why Bloom had only arrived on the Yulan Continent four years ago.
Even within that same region, many Saint-level experts were still unaware and suffering in the plane prison, let alone those in other areas of the prison.
Currently, on the Yulan Continent, there weren’t many Deity-level experts from other planes, only a few more Saint-level experts. And these Saint-level experts all knew well how brutal and terrifying Pomerant was.
“Bloom, I have a task for you,” Pomerant said coldly.
Bloom bowed low.
“Go immediately to Dragonblood Castle and invite Linley and the other Deity-level expert. Tell them that I, Pomerant, will be waiting for them tomorrow morning at… the Bosha Dike on the Yulan River,” Pomerant said indifferently. “Go now. Don’t delay.”
Bloom was stunned. Linley had originally asked Pomerant to come to Dragonblood Castle, but now Pomerant was arranging a meeting at the Bosha Dike instead.
“Yes, Lord Pomerant.” Bloom dared not disobey. He transformed into a blur and flew northward.
Pomerant glanced back.
“Chigita, go and refine the souls,” Pomerant said calmly.
“Yes, Lord Pomerant.” Among the four Saint-level experts behind him, the tallest one, a man completely wrapped in a white robe, replied.
Chigita was none other than the Chigita who had fled at the end of the battle on the Sacred Isle!
Whenever Chigita recalled his days after escaping the Sacred Isle, he felt nothing but bitterness. He, Chigita, was a member of the Three-Eyed Winged Human race from the Radiant Divine Realm. To many Deity-level experts, the Three-Eyed Winged Humans were a precious race.
Why?
The Three-Eyed Winged Humans possessed a special ability: their third eye could naturally refine soul essence.
In the eyes of many Deity-level experts, the Three-Eyed Winged Humans were like ‘silkworms.’ They would capture one, bind it, and force it to refine soul essence for their own consumption. Raising Three-Eyed Winged Humans was a very popular practice.
Chigita was a Three-Eyed Winged Human.
Back in the Gebados Plane, he had been captured by a Deity-level expert and suffered greatly. Later, when that Deity-level expert died, he managed to escape… He usually hid his third eye and pretended to be a winged human among the beastmen, living in constant fear. Finally, he was fortunate enough to flee to the Yulan Continent plane.
On the Yulan Continent, his strength was unquestionable—he was at the Saint-level limit.
After enjoying a large number of souls on the Sacred Isle of the Radiant Church, and seeing that the divine plane projection avatar of the god at that time had died, he immediately abandoned Heiting Si and fled alone. He enjoyed a few years of freedom on the Yulan Continent before being discovered by Pomerant.
Pomerant was overjoyed.
He had been distressed ever since the Great Sorcerer died, as there was no one left to refine soul gold for him.
“You will refine for me. Hmph, I know exactly how many souls it takes to produce how much soul essence. Don’t try to skim any off. Work hard at your refining. When you’re done, I’ll give you one-tenth of the soul essence,” Pomerant said generously.
What could Chigita do?
Under Pomerant’s tyranny, he had no choice but to help refine souls.
This was also why Pomerant had suddenly begun a massive slaughter. Without Chigita, Pomerant would have had no way to obtain soul essence.
Night fell over Dragonblood Castle, brightly lit.
“The Yulan River, the Bosha Dike?” Linley glanced at the exceedingly respectful Bloom. “Alright, we understand. You may go.”
“Yes.” Bloom bowed and immediately flew away from Dragonblood Castle.
In the main hall of Dragonblood Castle, Linley, Desri, and Olivier were present. Linley’s family and brothers were also there.
“The Bosha Dike. Pomerant certainly knows how to pick a spot,” Desri said with a sneer.
“It seems Pomerant has some understanding of Yulan Continent history,” Linley remarked appreciatively. “He even knows about the Bosha Dike. Choosing it suggests he might want to reconcile with us.” Olivier nodded slightly as well.
The Bosha Dike was a famous tourist spot on the Yulan Continent.
Legend had it that the Bosha Dike was built before the first year of the Yulan Calendar, meaning it had stood for over ten thousand years. Despite enduring ten thousand years of wind and rain erosion, it remained completely intact—a truly strange phenomenon.
Over five thousand years ago, the War God and the High Priest fought a battle on the Yulan River, ending in a draw.
They reconciled at this very Bosha Dike, where the borders of the two empires were decided. Now, Pomerant had chosen this place as well, likely with the intention of reconciliation.
“He wants to reconcile,” Olivier said with a cold snort.
Desri tried to persuade him with a smile: “Olivier, think of the bigger picture. We don’t even know how many Deity-level experts from other planes are on the Yulan Continent. If we can intimidate them, that’s enough. There’s no need to fight to the death. We still don’t know Pomerant’s true strength.”
Pomerant had not said much.
“Wharton, all of you should rest now,” Linley said, turning to his family.
Though Wharton and the others were worried, they didn’t dare interrupt when Linley, Desri, and Olivier were discussing matters among Deity-level experts. Hearing Linley’s words, Wharton said, “Brother, if you can avoid fighting tomorrow, it’s better not to.”
“Alright, don’t worry.” Linley smiled and patted Wharton on the shoulder.
With that, the large group in the hall departed.
“Olivier.” Linley looked at Olivier.
“Hmm?” Olivier looked puzzled.
“Olivier, you’ve refined both divine clones and merged them into one. Your attack power should be formidable, but Olivier, I hope you’ll be cautious.” In truth, Linley was most worried about Olivier. Desri, aware of his own limits, would certainly be careful.
If Olivier recklessly engaged in a fight and got himself killed, that would be unfortunate.
In Linley’s view, Olivier was a talented individual.
“I know,” Olivier nodded.
Linley smiled and said, “Olivier, Desri, I need to tell you something about divine artifacts.” Linley then recounted everything Muba had told him to both Desri and Olivier.
After hearing it, Olivier and Desri were both shocked.
After becoming a god, Desri had also received a divine artifact from Linley. This was mainly because, after killing the Great Sorcerer, Linley had extra divine artifacts, and since Desri had none, Linley naturally gave him one.
“Olivier, I can sense that your attacks are primarily based on the opposing forces of light and darkness. But I want to remind you: power is one thing; you also need to make good use of the divine artifact itself,” Linley advised. “A divine artifact has its own spirit. You need to learn to merge your attacks with the artifact.”
Olivier looked puzzled.
In truth, his swordsmanship had little to do with the weapon itself.
“Olivier, think it over carefully. The path of a god is complex and vast—far more than you imagine. Don’t underestimate Pomerant.” Linley could tell that Olivier, after the battle with Hadeson, had undergone a soul transformation, allowing light and darkness to merge.
Relying on this, Olivier’s cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
But looking back at Olivier’s attacks in the Necropolis of the Gods, they were all too ordinary—a simple sword strike! Entirely dependent on the power of merging two opposing forces.
Linley was different.
Whether comprehending the Laws of the Earth or the Laws of Wind, Linley always sought ways to enhance his attack power. From wind fluctuations, the rhythm of wind… all the way to the final dimensional slash, Linley constantly pursued stronger attacks.
Laws were one thing; application was another.
What use was it to understand the laws but not know how to apply them, like those who refined divine cores?
“The path of cultivation is indeed vast, with countless roads.” Linley recalled his three years of training. His main body focused on the pulsation of the earth, while his wind-type divine clone studied the mysteries of speed and simultaneously researched the Violet Blood Soft Sword.
After hearing Muba’s words about divine artifacts, Linley began to study the Violet Blood Soft Sword in depth.
Previously, when Linley infused divine power into the Violet Blood Soft Sword, it would tremble and emit a soul-shaking sound. Linley had thought at the time: “This soul attack has no clear target. In a group battle, it might harm both enemies and allies. A true attack should be able to target a single opponent.”
Linley then realized he didn’t understand the Violet Blood Soft Sword at all.
“Moreover, back then, I could channel killing intent to attack others. What about now? And the Great Sorcerer could attack with mental energy. Can I merge mental energy attacks with the Violet Blood Soft Sword?” This was Linley’s research focus for three full years.
Linley continuously explored the Violet Blood Soft Sword’s unique properties.
Combining sound, mental energy, the sword’s own special nature, and the Laws of Wind, Linley spent nearly two years and finally developed a true technique based on the Violet Blood Soft Sword’s aimless trembling.
This was the first technique tailored to the sword itself.
At that moment, the person and the divine artifact truly complemented each other.
Through this experience, Linley came to understand the relationship between a divine artifact and its wielder even more deeply.
“After reaching the divine realm, understanding the laws is one thing. Learning how to apply them to maximize their power is equally important.” Linley knew his mastery of the mysteries of speed hadn’t improved much compared to three years ago.
But his attack power…
Combined with the Violet Blood Soft Sword and his rapidly advancing mental strength, the technique he could unleash far surpassed the dimensional slash of the past.
“However, using this technique consumes too much of my mental energy. I can’t use it unless necessary. I hope Pomerant will be sensible.” Linley remained confident at heart.