The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal
Chapter 1189 - 1189: Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood

In the high skies.

Ye Feng is undergoing tribulation.

His great tribulation of the Heavenly Saint Realm is terrifying, more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary cultivators.

But, Ye Feng is not panicked at all.

He relies on his powerful physique to forcefully resist the lightning, devouring the Origin to enhance his body, making his strength increasingly solid.

"Is this the power of the Heavenly Saint Realm?"

Ye Feng stretches out his hand, feeling the world's phenomena contained within his palm intensifying strongly.

With a single palm strike, he could crush any Heavenly Saint.

This is just using his own Magic Cultivation power. If he were to use Saint-level Divine Powers, he could even withstand a Supreme Saint.

Of course, his Magic Cultivation strength is still weak!

Reliance solely on Magic Cultivation power is strenuous. In order to face strong foes, he still needs to rely on Body Cultivation, the Power of the World, and other methods.

"My Magic Cultivation has advanced to Heavenly Saint, but it is not enough."

Ye Feng mutters to himself.

Advancing Magic Cultivation to the level of the Supreme Saint is just the beginning of cultivation.

Heavenly Saint?

Still far from enough!

Half an hour later.

Ye Feng's aura becomes increasingly vast.

Now, having fortified his cultivation through the Thunder Pool of the Thunder Saint Hall, he has completely stabilized his footing.

In his hand, a bottle appears.

This is the Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood!

It contains the Soul Blood of more than ten thousand Ancient True Spirits, each comparable to the beings of the Immortal Realm.

The stronger ones could match Earth Immortals and Heavenly Immortals.

The strongest could compare to an Immortal Venerable!

So many Ancient True Spirit Soul Bloods, if all absorbed by one person, could turn the physique even more terrifying.

"No wonder the Tiancan Immortal Emperor accepted the commission from Tianluo Immortal Venerable and sent an incarnation to the lower world. This bottle of Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood could bring tremendous improvement to an Immortal Emperor."

"However..."

"Now it is mine."

Ye Feng cracks a smile.

He pops the bottle's cork and takes a deep breath.

Over ten thousand rays of different lights burst forth, all sucked into Ye Feng's body, spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

"Ah!"

Powerful strength surges within his body.

Ye Feng can't help but let out a muffled grunt.

He feels the presence of Ancient True Spirits like the True Dragon, Colorful Phoenix, Kylin, Evil Beasts, Mad Lion, and Yin Crow roar within his body.

They bellow inside him.

The endless pressure of bloodlines sweeps around.

But, as Ye Feng's vigorous Qi and blood strength crushes within him, the Soul Blood of the True Spirits is digested and absorbed, gradually melting into an immortal shadow.

Crack!

Ye Feng clenches his fist fiercely, and a shadow of a Chaos Giant Beast emerges behind him, awakening as his Body Cultivation's innate talent after refining the Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood.

With one punch, chaos is extinguished!

Even the strongest Immortal Venerables and Supreme Saints would be shattered to pieces in the face of Ye Feng's Chaos Fist.

"I want to derive a Body Cultivation Divine Power named 'Chaotic Fist', stronger than the 'Myriad Realms Fist'."

Ye Feng whispers to himself.

He sits cross-legged in the void, drinks a cup of Enlightenment Tea, and continuously throws punches out, imprinting chaotic fist marks.

Boom! Boom!

Each punch could burst the void.

The Shenzhou Heavenly Dao feels a bit shaken, commenting, "Fellow Daoist Ye Feng's physique is becoming even more terrifying."

In the North Pole Star System.

On the Emperor Star, upon the Crystal Throne.

The Ancient Holy God senses a whiff of Chaos Qi and can't help but look towards the Shenzhou Continent, carefully sensing it.

"Ye Feng's body has transformed, evolved with the Law of Chaos, stronger than the Law of Power."

"Of course, there are too few of this kind of law."

"Compared to my Law of Power, it's at a loss in terms of quantity, but if it's a battle of the same level, relying solely on strength, I'm indeed not his match."

The Ancient Holy God murmurs to himself.

Ye Feng's physique was already terrifying, and he has now comprehended the Law of Power, pure and vast. The Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood, however, has brought his physique another step higher.

If the Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood were to be given to others, they could not achieve transformation, at most significantly enhancing their physique.

But Ye Feng is different!

His physique was already terrifying.

And today, the breakthrough of the cultivators of the Misty Sect pushes Ye Feng's physical power further, reaching the critical point of transformation, just one step away.

This bottle of Myriad Spirits Genuine Blood is the breakthrough's helping force.

In the high sky.

Ye Feng was continuously deducing the "Chaotic Fist".

On the ground.

The crowd was still refining the origin power erupting from the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring. Mo Ying and other first generation disciples had at least reached the Heavenly Emperor level, with several among them challenging the Quasi-Saint threshold.

Clang! Clang!

Two clear and loud sword cries spread through the air.

Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie soared into the sky, having successfully merged two types of elemental forces and stepped into the One-Turn Quasi-Saint.

"We've broken through!"

Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie exchanged glances, then moved apart to different areas in the sky, ready to face the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Ah!"

Wang Ping'an let out a loud roar, as if his butt was on fire, he shot up into the sky, his body enshrouded by thunder.

His cultivation level, had unexpectedly stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm too!

The fierce Heavenly Tribulation was preparing to strike down.

"No way!"

"Brother Wang has also reached Quasi-Saint?"

"I heard he absorbed a Fire Spirit Immortal Pill given by the Sect Master, which not only dramatically increased his own fire abilities but also surged his cultivation through several minor realms, allowing him to step into the Quasi-Saint level."

"Fire Spirit Immortal Pill?"

"No wonder!"

The disciples of the Misty Sect were full of envy.

"As expected of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring!"

Liufeng and Mad Drunkard both regained consciousness.

They were already Saint Manifestations, and after absorbing the power of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring, although they hadn't broken through to the Heavenly Saint level, their cultivation surged greatly. With one or two more enjoyments of the holy spring's eruption, they would be able to break the barrier.

"Such a pure aura!"

Jade God had also awakened.

She was already a Heavenly Saint. To break through further at this realm was full of difficulties. Even after absorbing the power of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring, she could only reach the mid-Heavenly Saint stage.

"I haven't broken through yet, it's so boring!"

Hu Feifei leaned against the Seven-Colored Enlightenment Tea Tree, holding the Hunyuan Staff, and yawned.

Her upgrade energy was stuck at 99.9%.

First, second, third, fourth, and fifth generation disciples all achieved breakthroughs, particularly the fifth generation disciples with lower cultivation, who generally advanced through three minor realms.

"Roar!"

In the high sky.

Brother Flathead swelled to dozens of meters in height, covered in armor, with his back full of hard spines, his aura becoming increasingly violent.

Around it stood many spiritual beasts.

Little White Fox, Fox Da Hong, Dog Er Ha...

They all started their cultivation at the Divine Origin Realm Demon Emperor level.

Brother Flathead, Fox Da Hong and the rest of the first echelon of Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts had stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm, commanding awe in all directions.

Around the Shenzhou Continent.

Many forces' cultivators were full of envy.

"The Misty Sect has seen a massive surge in strength this time!"

"Yes!"

"The first echelon disciples have all become Quasi-Saints, even stronger than the true disciples of our holy lands."

"Don't mention true disciples, even the Saint Heirs of our holy lands might not be able to match the Misty Sect's first generation disciples; their strength is formidable, and they'll surely enter the Saint Realm in the future."

"Helpless indeed!"

"This is the sect led by Sect Master Ye."

The high-levels such as the Holy Masters and Elders of the various forces shook their heads and sighed, feeling that the Misty Sect was too strong.

Compared to them, their own holy lands seemed juvenile.

Time trickled by.

All cultivators of the Misty Sect were diligently practicing, no one wasting this precious opportunity.

The Immortal Spirit Holy Spring was something Ye Feng had put great effort into reclaiming from the Tianlan Immortal Realm.

Had it not been for Ye Feng, they would not have had the fortune to enjoy it.

Even the countless Ancient Saints of the Shenzhou Continent paid a terrible price to absorb the power of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring—some perished, some were maimed, and some disappeared.

And this highlighted the preciousness of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring even more.

Boom!

The second generation disciple Shen Yu, third generation Han Yonghui, fourth generation Zhang Tianyuan, fifth generation Ding Qingshu, and others were all rapidly breaking through, cementing a solid foundation.

Half a day later.

The eruption of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring came to an end.

In the high sky.

Ye Feng was still deducing the "Chaotic Fist".

Around him, countless fist imprints emerged, densely packed and completely sealing off the void. The aura of chaos contained within them could slay the divine soul.

One punch out, and the Saint Realm falls!

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