"Dragon Seal of Fire..."
Lin Zhao murmured, it was too sudden, and it broke his previous understanding.
"Mmm."
The woman in white said softly, "Your senior sister Ming Yuechi controls the Silver Dragon Seal, and your senior brother Ding Muchan controls the Dragon Seal of Fire. One excels in defense, the other in offense, and they have always been a complementary arrangement."
"Got it."
Lin Zhao nodded. Just then, a searing heat suddenly came from the Dragon Seal of Fire on his right arm. Immediately, the power hidden within the Dragon Seal of Fire was naturally refined by his body. The next second, the Dragon Seal of Fire sank down, transforming into a divine dragon of flames that roamed through his meridians, driving a surge of magnificent true qi!
"Ah—"
Lin Zhao suddenly knelt on one knee, his body almost unable to bear the magnificent true qi entering his body. At this moment, his whole body was burning hot, and every meridian in his body seemed to be tempered. Wisps of magnificent true qi flowed through every corner of his body under the guidance of the divine dragon of flames, truly honing his physical body.
The woman in white watched with a smile.
Lin Zhao clenched his fists, his eyes glowing with a faint golden light, gritting his teeth to endure this thousand-times tempering of his physical body.
After about ten minutes, Lin Zhao's physical body finally became more robust, sufficient to bear the power of the divine dragon of flames that was galloping through his blood. In just ten minutes, his meridians widened considerably, and the true qi within his body increased by seven to eight times.
It was at this moment that a bell sound suddenly echoed in his ears. Finally, he broke through in the martial arts realm again. The progress bar for practicing fists, which had long been full, finally broke through the bottleneck and entered the ranks of the Middle Five Realms Martial Artists—
"Ding!"
System prompt: Congratulations on successfully entering the Martial Artist [Mountain Splitting Realm], you have gained the following effects: Agility +60, Stamina +120, Resilience +60, Qi and Blood Recovery +50%, Critical Hit Resistance +20%, Physical Damage Effect +25%, when attacked, 25% of the damage taken will be converted into health, and there is a 5% chance to trigger true damage when attacking!
...
For a moment, Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes. He had finally returned to the Six Realms Martial Artist!
This Dragon Seal of Fire was indeed of great benefit to him. From now on, his martial arts cultivation would surely be smoother.
And the Six Realms Martial Artist also provided many improvements: Agility, Resilience, and durability attributes were greatly increased. In addition, physical damage increase and damage conversion were raised to a new level. More importantly, there was a 5% chance of true damage, which was a fundamental change.
In "Tian Xia," true damage had always been an extremely mysterious attribute. There were very few items with true damage on the market, and even if there were, the effect was not significant. For example, some small top-tier ghost artifact level necklaces and rings only had a 0.2%-0.5% chance of true damage.
This kind of accumulation was of little significance, as the chance was too low. Triggering it once was like ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke, and its effect in actual combat was not significant.
But Lin Zhao, by virtue of being a Six Realms Martial Artist, obtained a 5% chance of true damage. This was quite considerable. A 5% chance was neither high nor low, but once triggered, it was deadly. True damage ignored the opponent's defense, damage reduction, and artifact mitigation, and was real, actual damage!
Perhaps, Lin Zhao would encounter players with a lot of artifacts and top-tier equipment in the future, but it wouldn't matter. With this 5% chance of true damage, he could still defeat experienced players with a flurry of flying swords.
"I've returned to the Middle Five Realms of martial arts!"
Lin Zhao turned around, cupped his fists towards the woman in white, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master. It's so good to have you here!"
The woman in white smiled faintly, "Alright, alright. A single Dragon Seal of Fire has only just allowed you to return to the Six Realms Martial Artist. This has already surprised me somewhat. According to logic, you should have returned directly to the Eight Realms Martial Artist."
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Zhao said, "As long as I practice my fists more diligently, returning to the Eight Realms is only a matter of time."
"Mmm."
The woman in white smiled softly, "This mindset is good. It should be like this."
"Master."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "What's happening in the outside world? Ancestor Wuyue he..."
"He has been killed."
The woman in white smiled, "Otherwise, would I have the leisure to say so much to you here?"
"It's good that he's killed!"
Lin Zhao said with a solemn tone, "And... Little Jiu'er is still trapped under Mount Wutong in the Southern Mountains. Is she okay?"
"She's fine, don't worry."
The woman in white said, "Let's go. It's time to leave the River of Time. You have a mortal body, and staying here too long will expose you to the erosion of time's backlash."
"Okay."
The next moment, Lin Zhao and his master returned to Changming Mountain with a ripple.
Gu Lingyu, Xu Zhi, Tang Guangjun, Chen Ben, and Yu Wanling had already woken up and were sitting on the mountainside, recuperating. Long Dongjun, Lu Fengxian, Liu Chenqing, and others stood guard. However, when they saw the shimmering light and Lin Zhao walking out of the golden ripple, laughing and talking with the woman in white, everyone was solemn.
The woman in white, with just one palm, had resolved a world-ending calamity for the human world. More importantly, she was carrying a sword, radiating intense sword intent. She was a sword cultivator, and her cultivation base was truly terrifying.
Moreover, everyone was quite aware of Lin Zhao's identity. They knew he was the junior brother of the fourteenth realm Saint of Soldiers Ding Muchan and the fourteenth realm Celestial Maiden Ming Yuechi. And just now, when Lin Zhao called the woman in white Master, they could imagine who she was.
She was a true taboo, a true deity whose every stomp could shake the Upper Realm.
Long Dongjun, Lu Fengxian, and Liu Chenqing cupped their fists in unison, "Greetings... Celestial!"
"Mmm."
The woman in white waved her sleeve, and instantly transformed into a wisp of clear wind that enveloped Lin Zhao. In an instant, the two were on Mount Wutong.
Mount Wutong was in ruins. After the battle between Su Qingjiu and Ancestor Wuyue, half of Mount Wutong had been destroyed. Now, Ancestor Wuyue had dispersed with the wind, and his incomplete divine power seal was constantly weakening. Su Qingjiu in the mountain was urging her sword intent and would soon be able to come out without help.
However, the woman in white still raised her hand and pointed, parting the seal barrier deep within the mountain.
"Swish!"
A pure white light shot up into the sky. The next moment, Su Qingjiu, with blood at the corner of her mouth, emerged with her sword. The Lu Xun Sword in her hand hummed, carrying intense killing intent, but under the control of Su Qingjiu's sword heart and divine connection, this killing intent could only be manipulated, not possess its own consciousness.
"Not bad."
The woman in white looked at Su Qingjiu and smiled, nodding. A twelfth realm sword cultivator could actually resist Ancestor Wuyue for so long, and she was a sword cultivator who had not ascended. In the face of incomplete heavenly rules, fighting an undefeated inner demon to this extent was already remarkable.
"Brother Lin Zhao!"
As soon as Su Qingjiu rushed out of Mount Wutong, she saw the person she missed dearly. She couldn't control herself and rushed into Lin Zhao's arms, on the verge of tears from grievance. She had almost thought she would be sealed on Mount Wutong forever.
"Little Jiu'er!"
Lin Zhao looked awkward and quickly patted Su Qingjiu's back, saying, "My Master is here... Be mindful of your boundaries!"
"Ah?!"
Su Qingjiu quickly pulled away from Lin Zhao's embrace and turned to look at the ethereal woman in white. She immediately realized who she was and respectfully cupped her fists, saying, "Human world sword cultivator, Changming Mountain Su Qingjiu, greets the Divine Master!"
The woman in white smiled and nodded. This was the only person in the human world who had called her by her title after she descended.
Her smile was gentle, "Little Jiu'er, Little Zhao is my disciple, so you don't need to be too formal."
"Mmm, okay!"
Su Qingjiu smiled faintly, "I never expected Brother Lin Zhao's Master to be such a young, beautiful, and peerless beauty..."
This compliment was definitely quite flattering.
The woman in white chuckled and covered her mouth. She didn't want to discuss this with Su Qingjiu. Female celestials in the heavens, especially those who had reached her level and become Divine Masters, did not care about their appearance. However... it was naturally best to look good, so Su Qingjiu's words were actually quite pleasing to her.
...
"Mmm?"
Just then, the woman in white suddenly looked towards the fertile plains deep within Mount Wutong. Her willow-leaf eyebrows raised slightly, and she smiled, "Can't the demon race do anything truly decent? Always acting sneakily like this is quite despicable."
Saying this, she looked towards the depths of the mountains and said faintly, "Are you not coming out to confess?"
The mountains were silent.
"Good."
A slight smile played on the woman in white's lips. She raised a jade-like finger. With a "chi" sound, a scorching flame sword qi erupted from her fingertip, directly piercing through three mountain ranges. The sword light then cascaded into the forest, and a howl like that of a beast echoed through the mountains.
Immediately, she slowly raised her finger and used a wisp of fiery sword qi to lift a figure from the mountains. At one end of the sword qi was the figure of a thirteenth realm great demon, dressed in a gray and white robe, radiating intense killing intent. Clearly, he was a hidden big shot of the demon race.
"Chenhun?"
Su Qingjiu frowned slightly. She recognized this thirteenth realm great demon. He was a spy planted in the human world by the Demon Ancestor and would not usually appear without reason. In fact, there were very few records of this thirteenth realm great demon among the human race. This person was too mysterious.
Chenhun, it was said, could invert time within a short period, allowing morning and dusk to coexist. He was a thirteenth realm great demon with extremely tricky methods, and the human race knew very little about him.
Now, this thirteenth realm great demon was being held up by the sword intent of Brother Lin Zhao's Master with a single finger, as if a practitioner of the Upper Five Realms was dominating the Lower Five Realms. What kind of divine power and cultivation was this?
"Little Zhao."
The woman in white frowned slightly, "If it were you, how would you deal with this person?"
"Kill him."
Lin Zhao said indifferently, "Xu Zhi is practicing the Demonic Soul Sword and urgently needs a thirteenth realm demon core."
"Okay."
Just as the woman in white nodded, the thirteenth realm great demon being held by the sword light broke out in a cold sweat. "Wait, please don't kill me, celestial. Spare my life, and I can... I can..."
The next moment, the sword light became even more blazing, and instantly the body of the thirteenth realm great demon Chenhun was shredded by wisps of fine sword qi, turning into a wisp of dust in the wind. The incredibly precious fiery red thirteenth realm demon core then drifted with the wind and fell into Lin Zhao's hand.