Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

Pretty Girl was especially clear-headed in her perception during the cultivation process. She could distinctly feel the expansion of her Sea of Spirit until that moment. Only then did she understand that before reaching God Rank, one's Spiritual Power could enhance the Sea of Spirit to such an extent. No wonder Asura was so powerful; his Spiritual Power must have reached this level long ago. Was that Divine Consciousness? Under the infusion of the Holy Flame Knife, her Spiritual Core kept undergoing qualitative changes, already subtly different from before.

In the center of her Spiritual Core, the trace of the Holy Flame Knife had completely vanished, leaving behind only a red little sword with its hilt pointing upwards.

At first, it was just a faint afterimage, but as the Holy Flame Knife merged and with the addition of a great amount of peculiar energy supplementation, it gradually became clearer, turning into this blood-red little sword. From the moment it was born, this little sword had already become the center of her Sea of Spirit. When Pretty Girl infused her consciousness into the little sword, she could faintly feel that in some distant place, there seemed to be an existence of extreme terror that was resonating with the aura of her red little sword. That terrifying aura was filled with a gentle and close scent toward her as if she had established a bridge-like connection with it through the red little sword. That must be the super artifact Asura mentioned.

Asura was truly a magical person! How could he know so much, possess so many mysterious abilities? Even owning such a super artifact.

If it weren't for the existence of the blood oath, Pretty Girl might still have a bit of doubt about him, but the binding of the blood oath meant that Asura could never do anything harmful to her, so naturally, there was no place left for doubt.

Ever since she came to the Ancestral Court and stayed with him, her cultivation base could definitely be described as advancing by leaps and bounds. Pretty Girl even felt that if she were to attempt to directly break through and charge at the God Rank now, she would likely have a great chance of success. Although her Bloodline cultivation level had not yet reached the peak of the Ninth Stage, her Spiritual Power was now so strong! It was enough to make up for the deficiencies of her bloodline. But Asura had once told her that she must compress her cultivation base as much as possible, and delay the Tribulation as late as she could, to gain the greatest benefits during the process of Tribulation.

This point was also deeply remembered by Pretty Girl, and she would certainly do so.

She was determined to see what his true form looked like.

Pretty Girl couldn't help but think of the arc he drew with her hand at the last moment of the final contest. That was the true essence of the Heavenly Circle! Before, she did not understand what kind of power that was, but now as she began to possess Divine Consciousness herself, she vaguely understood that Asura, at that moment, must have employed some trace of Divine Consciousness in his power.

He had already possessed Divine Consciousness, and he must be even stronger than she had imagined. She unconsciously recalled the scene when she received the recognition of the Heavenly Mechanism Feather. She was high above, the focus of everyone's attention, and he was right beside her.

Brother, why are you so kind to me?

Also, that story from before, what happened to that boy and that girl in the end?

The sky gradually darkened. Since the competition ended and they received their awards in the morning, Tang San and Pretty Girl had been cultivating until evening.

The Peacock Demon King had been waiting outside for them. After arriving here and calming down, it understood that Tang San's approach was correct. Leaving rashly at first would definitely make them the immediate targets of the enemy.

With this buffer, it would make the opponents unable to get a clear grasp of the situation.

True, an Emperor's Divine Consciousness is incredibly powerful, but with so many Emperors present inside the Ancestral Court, even an Emperor could not rashly employ Divine Consciousness to scan at will.

However, after such a long time without discovering anything, they would definitely guess that they had not left the Ancestral Court and were still inside it.

Next, even if they were to leave, what they would have to face would still be a tight encirclement. It's just unknown how many enemies they were targeting.

As various countermeasures appeared in the mind of the Peacock Demon King, the energy fluctuations from the direction of the training room silently disappeared. It turned to look, and the light inside the training room receded.

Tang San and Pretty Girl emerged from the training room together. For some reason, when the Peacock Demon King saw them again, it distinctly felt that they were both somewhat different.

Especially his daughter, whose deep eyes shimmered with a faint trace of strange red light, that glow gave him a somewhat heart-palpitating sensation.

Tang San nodded slightly to the Peacock Demon King and said, "City Lord, we need to prepare to leave."

The Peacock Demon King nodded, "Do you have any ideas?"

Tang San replied, "Please have someone from the Spirit Rhinoceros Commerce Association bring some items. I can set up a Formation that will greatly enhance your Space Teleportation capacity, and we'll try to teleport to a sufficiently distant location in one shot. Then we can continue to teleport from there. It would be the best if we could break through the siege in this way."

The Peacock Demon King nodded and said, "Good. What do you need?"

Tang San immediately wrote down a list.

The Peacock Demon King quickly got in touch with someone from the Spirit Rhinoceros Commerce Association to handle it.

Tang San asked Pretty Girl to rest on the side, while he cleared a space in the living room and began to use his bloodline power to etch onto the ground.

Silver halos infused into the ground, outlining a series of strange lines.

When the Peacock Demon King finished instructing the Spirit Rhinoceros Commerce Association and returned, he immediately saw the lines that Tang San was etching. The power being used was clearly the bloodline power of the Peacock Demon Clan!

Watching Tang San, the Peacock Demon King's expression grew peculiar. Although it had guessed some things earlier, seeing Tang San unreservedly using the Peacock Demon Clan's spatial attribute bloodline power still gave the Peacock Demon King a weird feeling.

How did he achieve this? Why could he possess so many types of bloodline powers? Lion Tiger Change, Golden Peng Transformation, Peacock Transformation—all of them were strong bloodlines. What else? Were there other bloodline powers?

But in this urgent situation, it wasn't the time to ask, so the Peacock Demon King refrained from questioning and simply sat quietly, watching. Your journey continues at empire

The more it watched, the more astonishment filled its eyes. Although it couldn't fully comprehend the meaning of the Formation Tang San was etching, it was extremely complex, and since it was utilizing the space attribute bloodline power of the Peacock Demon Clan, the ruler could feel something. Just by watching, it seemed that its understanding of the spatial attribute had somewhat increased.

Being able to guide and educate itself, what did this imply? It meant that the Formation itself must surpass its own understanding of space power. How could this be possible?

The expression on the face of the Peacock Demon King grew increasingly complex, especially as it watched Tang San.

This was simply too shocking for the Peacock. Was this his true ability?

Even though the Peacock Demon King's assessment of Tang San was already high, it now vaguely understood that it still did not know him enough; he was stronger than it had judged.

Pretty Girl was also watching intently while quietly sensing the changes in her Sea of Spirit, adapting to the presence of divine consciousness.

The emergence of divine consciousness added a touch of confusion to her eyes. Whenever she infused her consciousness into the Red Little Sword where divine consciousness had formed, she could vaguely see some fragmented scenes, but those scenes were unclear. Yet, she could faintly feel that these scenes seemed to be related to her, because whenever she saw these scenes, her consciousness would involuntarily be affected.