Chapter 767: Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation
The sacred soul cultivated by a spiritual power half-saint is actually quite different from the sacred soul cultivated by a martial arts half-saint.
When a martial arts cultivator reaches the Heavenly Extreme Realm, they can control the true qi within their body, refining their own soul, causing it to continuously grow and transform, ultimately becoming a martial soul.
Only when the martial soul becomes strong enough and merges with sacred dao rules can it condense into a sacred soul.
Therefore, the sacred soul of a martial arts cultivator is actually their own soul.
The sacred soul of a spiritual power half-saint, however, is created from nothing. When spiritual power reaches a certain intensity, the cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit separate from the body, condensing into a unique sacred soul.
It is precisely for this reason that Shengshu Cainü's sacred heart, when suppressed by death evil qi, turned her into an ordinary woman with only the strength to truss a chicken.
The sacred soul of a spiritual power half-saint has no significant connection to sacred dao rules. One only needs to continuously increase spiritual power intensity, and the sacred soul will become stronger and stronger.
Therefore, spiritual power cultivation and martial arts cultivation are actually two completely different paths.
A full pot of Great Saint Heaven-Connecting Tea was split evenly between Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen.
Even so, the tea they drank still surpassed that of other young kings.
The Outstanding Talent Seat was a wine banquet.
The Heavenly Proud One Seat was a meat banquet.
The Saint Seat was a tea banquet.
As for the most honored Realm Son Seat, what precious treasures would they get to taste?
Was there anything more precious than Great Saint Heaven-Connecting Tea?
At some unknown time, nine jade bowls had appeared before Shengshu Cainü, placed on a long, straight table.
The bowls were small and exquisite, exceptionally delicate.
Inside the bowls was filled with spring water, displaying an amber-like color, emitting specks of light that closely resembled the radiance of celestial stars.
"Realm Son Seat, Spring Banquet."
Shengshu Cainü waved her folding fan, and the nine bowls of spring water transformed into nine arcs of light, landing beside the nine Realm Sons.
Xue Wuye extended a slender finger and gently touched the edge of the jade bowl. Instantly, ripples of light patterns spread across the bowl's surface.
Xue Wuye frowned, clasped his hands, and asked, "May I ask, Saint, what kind of spring water is in the bowl? Why do I detect a faint scent of blood?"
Shengshu Cainü's gaze fixed on Xue Wuye. "As expected of a descendant of the Sword Emperor, your five senses are indeed exceptionally sharp, comparable to a Saint. You are correct. The spring water before everyone is quite extraordinary, worthy of being called 'Divine Spring.'"
"Divine Spring?"
Everyone present was unable to remain calm. Anything associated with the word "divine" was certainly extraordinary.
Shengshu Cainü said, "Divine Spring is produced during the Grand Sacrificial Ceremony. On the altar, the blood of billions of living beings, fused with the power of gods, precipitates into a small bowl of spring water."
"Since the Empress ascended the throne, nine Grand Sacrificial Ceremonies have been held. Each ceremony can only produce one bowl of Divine Spring."
The Grand Sacrificial Ceremony was no ordinary sacrifice. It was the grandest sacrificial ritual in the entire Kunlun Realm, led personally by the Empress, with all civil and military officials and saints from various domains, burning incense and praying together, worshiping the gods, and praying for national peace and favorable weather.
On the altar, the number of barbarian beasts slaughtered was no less than one hundred million, their crimson blood enough to form a massive lake.
That such a Grand Sacrificial Ceremony could only produce one bowl of Divine Spring showed just how astonishing the power contained in the spring water was.
Shengshu Cainü said, "Divine Spring naturally has boundless benefits. Some things you cannot understand now, so I will only mention one point. The most direct benefit of Divine Spring is that it contains three drops of divine blood fused within."
"Three drops of divine blood?"
"Does that mean drinking one bowl of Divine Spring is equivalent to refining three drops of divine blood?" Gai Tianjiao asked.
"Exactly."
Shengshu Cainü nodded and added, "Of course, the power of Divine Spring is far more than that."
The nine Realm Sons were completely stunned, finding it incredibly hard to believe.
The cultivators on Scholar Mountain were naturally even more shocked.
For a Fish-Dragon Realm cultivator, refining even a single drop of divine blood was extremely difficult. With the slightest carelessness, they could die.
Those who could refine two drops of divine blood were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, considered unparalleled geniuses.
For example, in the history of the Divine Dragon Half-Human Clan, the most powerful clansman had only refined two drops of divine blood in the Fish-Dragon Realm.
If one could refine three drops of divine blood in the Fish-Dragon Realm, they would undoubtedly become a figure of earth-shattering importance in the future, with some chance of charging toward the Great Saint Realm and becoming the most powerful being between heaven and earth.
The Demon Sect's Demon Son, Ouyang Huan, possessed such talent.
Anyone who could firmly hold the Realm Son Seat was no weaker than Ouyang Huan and had certainly refined divine blood.
Now, if these people were to refine another three drops of divine blood, how terrifying would their power become?
Ouyang Huan's warm eyes flashed with sharp light as he stared at the Divine Spring in the jade bowl. He thought to himself, "I have already refined three drops of divine blood. Refining another drop would be extremely difficult and dangerous, with a high risk of death."
"But Divine Spring is different. It was born from the blood of billions of barbarian beasts during the Grand Sacrificial Ceremony, condensed from the faith of all the people of the First Central Empire. With three drops of divine blood fused into the spring water, a Fish-Dragon Realm cultivator can easily absorb and refine it, ultimately condensing three divine seals."
For Ouyang Huan, drinking the Divine Spring would mean refining a total of six drops of divine blood.
"Would refining six drops of divine blood allow me to cultivate the legendary Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation, 'Divine Fate Constitution'?"
Even with Ouyang Huan's composure, he was extremely excited. His fingers trembled slightly as he lifted the jade bowl and swallowed the Divine Spring without leaving a single drop.
In the four realms of martial arts, each realm has a supreme extreme realm. If successfully cultivated, one gains an extra realm compared to other cultivators.
If calculated, the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation is the supreme extreme realm of the Fish-Dragon Realm.
The Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation is called "Divine Fate Constitution" because, during the Middle Ages, any cultivator who reached the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation ultimately became a true god.
However, the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation was incredibly difficult. Even in the most prosperous Middle Ages, very few could achieve it.
After the Middle Ages, Fish-Dragon Realm cultivators who could refine three drops of divine blood were extremely rare, let alone the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation.
Previously, even the nine on the Realm Son Seat dared not hope to cultivate the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation. But now, with the aid of Divine Spring, everyone naturally wanted to give it a try.
If anyone succeeded, they would become the first person after the Middle Ages.
The other eight Realm Sons naturally knew the legend of the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation, so they also consumed the Divine Spring and began to sprint with all their might.
Shengshu Cainü's beautiful eyes continuously swept over the nine Realm Sons. She was also quite expectant that one of them might reach the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation.
The Empress had brought out the Divine Spring for them to drink, likely with such expectations.
Who would possess the "Divine Fate Constitution"?
An hour later, the nine Realm Sons had fully absorbed the Divine Spring, condensing three divine seals in their bodies. Their strength skyrocketed, and sacred qi continuously surged from their entire bodies.
If the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince came to provoke them again, even wearing the Undying Blood Clan's supreme treasure, the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, he would only end in a miserable defeat.
"With my current cultivation, even if I encounter a second-step half-saint, I am confident I can defeat them. If I break through to the first-step half-saint realm, I might even be able to exchange a few moves with a weaker fourth-step half-saint." Gai Tianjiao laughed loudly.
"I wonder how many drops of divine blood one needs to refine to reach the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation?"
Ouyang Huan sighed. Although his strength had increased significantly, he had not reached the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation, naturally feeling somewhat disappointed.
All nine Realm Sons had failed. None had touched the realm of the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation.
Even Shengshu Cainü sighed inwardly. Even with the aid of Divine Spring, they still could not reach the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation. After the Middle Ages, there should be no living being capable of reaching that legendary realm.
However, Shengshu Cainü's gaze shifted toward Lin Yue.
In her heart, Lin Yue's talent was even higher than that of the nine Realm Sons.
If there was one person in the Kunlun Realm who could cultivate the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation, it would undoubtedly be him.
Unfortunately, he only loved beautiful women and not the kingdom, willingly becoming a guard rather than a Realm Son, missing the best opportunity.
After all, there were only nine bowls of Divine Spring.
Without the aid of Divine Spring, no one could possibly cultivate the Fish-Dragon Tenth Transformation. Shengshu Cainü could only sigh.
She did not know that Zhang Ruochen and the lofty Empress were once lovers and also mortal enemies.
She also did not know that Zhang Ruochen did not want to be a Realm Son, but could not be one, and even more so, dared not be one.
A grand feast finally came to an end. It was a mix of joy and sorrow. The young cultivators who had not ascended Scholar Mountain were all extremely envious and jealous.
The Six Saints Ascension Wine, Sacred Flame Qilin Meat, Great Saint Heaven-Connecting Tea, and Divine Spring—any one of these was a treasure that would make half-saints and saints' hearts race.
"Tonight's Realm Son Banquet will surely be recorded in history, for it marks the imminent arrival of a prosperous era for humanity."
"One can imagine that once the news spreads, by sunrise tomorrow, everything that happened at the Realm Son Banquet will shake the world. The nine Realm Sons will become the targets of all young cultivators in the Kunlun Realm, the rulers of the next era."
"Besides the nine Realm Sons, Lin Yue will probably become a legend too. He clearly had the strength to become a Realm Son but gave up the great opportunity, willingly becoming a guard for Princess Yanchen."
"But what's the point? The nine Realm Sons have all drunk the Divine Spring, their strength increased many times over, far surpassing him. From now on, the resources the nine Realm Sons receive will only increase. The gap between him and them will only grow wider." Someone said disdainfully.