Terran Guardian - Chapter 3991

Chapter 3966: A Drop of Blood Can Suppress a Half-Saint

Before him stood the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng.

Shen Changqing didn’t rush to devour it completely. Instead, he refined each strand of ginseng tendril step by step, showing no sign of greed or recklessness.

Although he was confident in his cultivation, he still maintained a degree of caution.

Besides

,

the first layer of space had a time flow speed a hundred times faster.

Even if it was a little slower, it wouldn’t have much of an impact.

As each strand of ginseng tendril was refined, Shen Changqing’s blood and qi became increasingly vigorous. The previously stagnant Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture was now gradually advancing.

However,

the tendrils would eventually run out.

Once all the tendrils of the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng had been refined, Shen Changqing finally used his fingers as a knife to easily slice off a thin piece of ginseng.

The slice was crimson like blood, its profound Daoist essence flowing slowly like fresh blood, and a life essence even more powerful and terrifying than before spread out. Shen Changqing took a deep breath and then put the ginseng slice into his mouth.

The next instant.

“Boom!!!”

The ginseng slice melted upon entering his mouth, and an extremely terrifying power of blood energy erupted from within his body.

This eruption of power was far stronger than that of the ginseng whiskers.

Even with Shen Changqing’s current physical level, he almost couldn’t withstand this power.

If he were to swallow the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng in one gulp, his physical body would probably completely collapse.

Although for a Celestial Emperor, a collapse of the physical body wouldn’t be fatal; as long as the soul survives, the cultivator can live.

However, once the physical body is destroyed, rebuilding it is not so easy.

Thus,

his strength would be significantly diminished.

Although the power contained in a single ginseng slice was astonishing, Shen Changqing was able to barely suppress it with all his might. Then,

he silently refined it.

…

“Rumble!!”

Blood energy surged like a torrent within his body, the vast blood energy comparable to a chaotic star sea, each strand of blood energy enough to crush an ancient star.

Time passed slowly.

Shen Changqing was also refining the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng with all his might.

As his physical body gradually tempered and improved, the speed at which he refined the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng also increased accordingly.

After an unknown amount of time

, when the last piece of Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng was completely refined, Shen Changqing opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid blood, causing a huge upheaval in the vast immortal palace.

“Entry into the fourth level of the Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture!”

“The power of 500,000 Chaos Divine Elephants—” Shen Changqing examined himself internally. Compared to before, his physical strength had now reached an astonishing level.

If he were to face his pre-seclusion self, he was even confident he could suppress him instantly.

Shen Changqing knew the effects of the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng were very strong.

His initial guess was that the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng would allow him to break through to the third level of mastery, which would be his limit.

But he hadn’t expected that

he would ultimately underestimate the existence of the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng.

The effects of this Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng were even stronger than Shen Changqing had anticipated.

One blood ginseng

allowed him to step from the third level into the fourth level.

A physical body at the fourth tribulation!

His power is comparable to 500,000 Chaos Divine Elephants!

Although compared to the original 300,000 Chaos Divine Elephants, it’s only an increase of 200,000. However, the increase in strength is not so simple.

The combined power of 200,000 Chaos Divine Elephants allows Shen Changqing to easily suppress his previous self.

Soon,

Shen Changqing stepped into the fourth level of space to deduce other opponents.

Unlike last time,

this time,

Shen Changqing chose five opponents.

From the fifth tribulation half-saint to the peak of the ninth tribulation half-saint, he deduce one opponent for each.

When facing a fifth tribulation half-saint, he fought with all his might, but ultimately fell short, suffering a narrow defeat.

When the opponent changed to a sixth tribulation half-saint, Shen Changqing barely held on for a while, but also ended in defeat, without any suspense.

But from the seventh tribulation half-saint onwards, it was a complete crushing defeat.

And against the eighth and even ninth tribulation half-saints, there were no twists and turns. Just like last time,

this time,

he was easily suppressed.

It’s clear that even with a physical body reaching the level of a Fourth Tribulation Half-Saint, there’s still a significant gap compared to those top-tier Half-Saints.

After their exchange, Shen Changqing returned to the first level of space to cultivate in seclusion, consolidating his recent breakthrough and absorbing some insights from the previous battle.

He didn’t end his seclusion until three thousand years later.

“With my current strength, I’m comparable to a Fifth Tribulation Half-Saint, but whether I can suppress one depends entirely on the opponent’s status and strength.

If it’s a weaker Fifth Tribulation Half-Saint, suppressing them shouldn’t be a problem with my current strength.

But if it’s a stronger one, then I’m no match,”

Shen Changqing mused.

Of course,

all of this is under the premise of not using any trump cards.

If trump cards are used, then the strength calculation is completely different.

Then,

Shen Changqing extended his right hand, and a cut suddenly appeared on his index finger. A drop of blood flowed from the wound, then transformed into an avatar.

Compared to the previous avatar, this one possessed a significantly stronger aura, comparable to many First Tribulation Half-Saints.

Shen Changqing tried to exchange blows with the avatar, and in a short while, he easily dispersed it, then returned the drop of blood to his body.

“A single drop of blood comparable to a First Tribulation Half-Saint—this is the power of blood and qi contained within the physical body after reaching the Fourth Tribulation Half-Saint level!”

This result satisfied Shen Changqing.

Before breaking through to the fourth level of the Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture, the blood avatar’s strength, while considerable, was still inferior to that of a true Half-Saint.

Now, with his physical body breaking through again and stepping into the fourth level of the Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture, Shen Changqing discovered that the power contained in a single drop of his blood had undergone a tremendous change.

A single drop of blood could suppress a half-saint.

This was no empty boast. Of course—

this so-called suppression of a half-saint only applied to the weakest first-tribulation half-saints.

For any stronger first-tribulation half-saint, his blood avatar could easily contend with them, but to say he could suppress them was highly unlikely.

Even so,

Shen Changqing was extremely satisfied.

After all, the strength of a half-saint was terrifying; in this era, the gap between a half-saint and an Immortal Emperor was insurmountable.

However,

with his physical breakthrough, Shen Changqing could suppress a half-saint with a single drop of blood—such a change in strength was astonishing.

“With enough Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng, or other rare and precious materials of equivalent value, I might have a chance to break through again and cultivate the Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture to the fifth or even sixth level of the Sainthood Realm.

Perhaps… even the ninth level of the Sainthood Realm, where my physical body could rival that of a top-tier Half-Saint.”

Thinking this, Shen Changqing’s eyes gleamed.

However, he also knew that cultivating to the level of a top-tier Half-Saint was naturally not so simple. The Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng was incredibly effective because his cultivation level was too low.

Now that he had entered the fourth level of the Heavenly Fiend Immortal Scripture, the effect of consuming the Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng would be greatly reduced.

With each level of strength increase, the difficulty would increase accordingly.

Even the strongest Seven Aperture Blood Ginseng was only a seventh-grade Half-Saint rare and precious material, its upper limit was obvious.

Therefore,

to truly rely on rare and precious materials to forcibly temper one’s physical body to the level of a top-tier Half-Saint, the required amount of rare and precious materials would be astronomical.

Given the current resources of the Seven Profound Dao Sect, it was absolutely impossible to withstand that.

Even after destroying the Tianlan Sword Pavilion and suppressing numerous forces, the result was the same.

Take the Tianlan Sword Pavilion, for example.

No matter how strong it was, it had only produced a saint in the past. In this era, the Tianlan Sword Pavilion had long since declined, with only a few half-saints as its foundation.

The strongest among them was the Eight Tribulation Half-Saint, Tinglan Sword Venerable.

For a force of this level to have enough resources to forcibly push a cultivator to the level of a Nine Tribulation Half-Saint was simply wishful thinking. “Physical cultivation cannot be rushed. Perhaps I can find an opportunity to advance further when the next Heavenly Dao Battlefield opens!”

Shen Changqing muttered to himself.

However, the last Heavenly Dao Battlefield had only ended tens of millions of years ago, and the next one would take at least eighty or ninety million years to open.

If this time were calculated based on the Seven Profound Divine Tower’s seclusion, it would be eight or nine ancient immortal eras.

Such a long period of time could not be rushed.

It should be noted that

Shen Changqing’s current age, at most, was only a little over one ancient immortal era.

Living eight or nine times longer than he does now would be an incredibly long time.

…

After briefly consolidating his cultivation, Shen Changqing finally emerged from seclusion.

This time,

he only spent 1.2 million years in seclusion. In the outside world’s terms,

that’s just 12,000 years.

Upon emerging from seclusion, Shen Changqing received news that the Taihua Holy Land had been completely destroyed.

“11,900 years ago, not long after the sect leader went into seclusion, the Taiyi Immortal Sect launched an attack on the Taihua Holy Land.

In that battle, the Taiyi Immortal Sect mobilized a full thirteen half-saints, a truly formidable force.

The Jiang family also joined the fray, resulting in a major battle with the Taiyi Immortal Sect in the Star Ruins Immortal Domain.

It is said that no fewer than a dozen half-saints perished in this battle, and even saints intervened.

The final result was the destruction of the Taihua Holy Land, with both the Taiyi Immortal Sect and the Jiang family losing a number of powerful figures!”

Inside the Cangyun Immortal Mansion, Yang Daoxu came to report, recounting all the events that had occurred over the past ten thousand years.

Upon hearing this, Shen Changqing paused slightly, his hand holding the teacup paused, then he took a small sip and put the cup down again.

“The Taihua Holy Land ultimately couldn’t survive this calamity!”

He shook his head, his expression much calmer. The destruction of the Taihua Holy Land was somewhat expected by Shen Changqing.

After all, offending the Taiyi Immortal Sect was no easy feat to escape unscathed.

Despite having the Jiang family’s support, the Taihua Holy Land was ultimately nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will before the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Against behemoths like the Taiyi Immortal Sect and the Jiang family, forces of this level could be utterly crushed with even the slightest aftershock.

This was the tragedy of the weak.

Under the overwhelming tide of power, not only was resistance impossible, but even avoidance was difficult.

Shen Changqing knew very well that the Taihua Holy Land would never want to participate in such a power struggle.

But there was no way around it.

With the Taiyi Immortal Sect at their doorstep, how could the Taihua Holy Land refuse?

The Seven Profound Dao Sect was in a similar situation.

The difference is that

the Seven Profound Dao Sect was able to align itself with the Jiang family first, and with the connection through the Nine Leaves, if the Taiyi Immortal Sect were to truly attack the Seven Profound Dao Sect, the Jiang family wouldn’t stand idly by. As for the Taihua Holy Land,

although the Jiang family also took action this time

, it’s clear they didn’t deploy much power.

To be precise,

the Taihua Holy Land isn’t worth the Jiang family directly engaging in a mutually destructive battle with the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Being able to mobilize one or two Saints is already a sign of the Jiang family’s high regard for the Taihua Holy Land.

Even if the Taihua Holy Land is destroyed later, in the eyes of other forces, the Jiang family has already done enough, and naturally, it won’t lose much of its prestige.

Yang Daoxu smiled bitterly: “Although the Taihua Holy Land is a top power in the Star Ruins Immortal Domain, it is still far inferior to those supreme powers.

I’ve heard that most of the cultivators in the Taihua Holy Land perished in the aftermath of the battle between the saints.

That battle affected more than just the Taihua Holy Land; many neighboring powers were also affected by the aftermath, either severely injured or annihilated.

In the battle between supreme powers, even the slightest aftermath can be a catastrophic disaster for us!”

He sighed as he said this.

From the Taihua Holy Land, Yang Daoxu seemed to see the future of the Seven Profound Dao Sect.

After all, the Seven Profound Dao Sect was now tied to the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Who knew if yesterday’s Taihua Holy Land would become tomorrow’s Seven Profound Dao Sect?

As for the relationship between Shen Changqing and the Jiang family, Yang Daoxu knew nothing.

This matter was of great importance, and Shen Changqing naturally wouldn’t reveal anything to others.

Apart from Shen Changqing himself, no one in the sect knew the relationship between the Seven Profound Dao Sect and the Jiang family.

“The destruction of the Taihua Holy Land was a slap in the face to the Jiang family. They probably won’t let this go easily!”

Shen Changqing picked up his teacup and asked calmly.

Yang Daoxu nodded: “Sect Master is right. Since the destruction of the Taihua Holy Land, over the past thousand years, the Jiang family has mobilized multiple Saints to openly attack other forces that have pledged allegiance to the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Although the Taiyi Immortal Sect has intervened, it has been difficult to completely stop the Jiang family’s advance.

Over the past thousand years, no fewer than three or four forces of equal level to the Taihua Holy Land have been destroyed, shaking many Immortal Domains. Since then, the Taiyi Immortal Sect has also been enraged, and the war has escalated further.

Now, most of the Immortal Domains in the vast Dongming Immortal Continent have been affected, with more and more forces being dragged into the conflict, and even many reclusive powerhouses have had to take action.

Even Taiyuan Prefecture has been somewhat affected.

However, compared to other Immortal Domains, Taiyuan Prefecture is relatively better off; although it has been affected, the impact is ultimately not significant.”

Shen Changqing remained calm upon hearing this.

The destruction of the Taihua Holy Land was a catalyst; the Jiang family had lost face, so naturally they would not let it go easily.

Such forces have far-reaching consequences, so it’s only natural that Taiyuan Prefecture would be affected.

Then,

Shen Changqing listened to Yang Daoxu continue his report. The events of the past ten thousand years had far exceeded those of the previous hundred thousand years.

However, most of these events had little impact on the Seven Profound Dao Sect, at most causing some turmoil in Taiyuan Prefecture—a piece of good news amidst bad news.