Chapter 2259: A Fourth-grade Saintwill
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wargod Bloodximius wrote The Secrets of Palm Saintwill personally. The words were heavy, and each word was like a palm, slapping towards Zhang Ruochen.
If Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation had not reached the Supreme Saint Realm, he would probably vomit blood and be seriously injured before he could even read a few words.
Zhang Ruochen held the scroll with one hand, his body was solid as a rock and the powerful Yang Qi in him circulated rapidly. No matter how powerful the words were, they could not hurt him at all.
“When Wargod Bloodximius wrote The Secrets of Palm Saintwill, his cultivation should not have reached divinity. Although the words were like the palm, they did not contain the divine force.”
Wargod Bloodximius was known as a genius that only appeared once in a Yuanhui period. Naturally, he had a unique understanding of the saintwill. The contents of The Secrets of Palm Saintwill were complicated and obscure. Zhang Ruochen read very slowly and would occasionally stop to think for a long time. He was completely absorbed.
Zhou Zhen stood on the side. His eyes were flickering, and he was struggling internally.
‘Zhang Ruochen is using all of his mind to comprehend and study. If I sneak attack at such a close distance, the chances of success are very high. As long as I suppress him and control his Saint Soul and spirit, I can order him to take me out of Infernal Court.’ he thought.
Zhou Zhen was eager to attack.
Suddenly, he thought of something. His heart trembled slightly. He thought to himself, ‘Zhang Ruochen isn’t testing me on purpose, is he?’
The more Zhou Zhen thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was very high.
Why did Zhang Ruochen want to comprehend The Secrets of Palm Saintwill in front of him? Did he not expect that Zhou Zhen would launch a sneak attack?
Zhou Zhen cursed in his heart. He felt that Zhang Ruochen was too sinister. Fortunately, he was smart. Otherwise, the consequences of a failed sneak attack would be terrible.
‘What should I do now? I can’t win or escape. Can I rely on Zhang Ruochen and tell him everything?’ Zhou Zhen thought.
Although he had become a Spirit Supreme Saint, he could protect his memories. Moreover, he was confident that Zhang Ruochen’s current spiritual power wouldn’t be able to take his memories.
However, Zhang Ruochen was the grandson of Wargod Bloodximius, and this place was Infernal Court.
As long as Zhang Ruochen was willing, it would not be difficult for him to sway a top-notch Spirit Supreme Saint. By then, would Zhou Zhen still be able to keep the secret in his mind?
Martial Uncle, I can’t help myself in this situation. I can’t be blamed for all this,’ Zhou Zhen sighed in his heart.
It took Zhang Ruochen half a month to comprehend The Secrets of Palm Saintwill. He had gained a lot from it. He also had a deeper understanding of the Palm techniques and the saintwill.
Zhang Ruochen regretted it. He should have asked Supreme Saint Qingsheng for advice earlier. If he had made enough preparations and condensed the Fist Saintwill again, he might be able to surpass the fifth grade.
Cultivating the fifth-grade Saintwill from a single Path was an outstanding achievement for any Supreme Saint.
However, Zhang Ruochen did not seek to be outstanding. Instead, he wanted to be supreme or unparalleled.
To cultivate a Saintwill, it is not simply to combine the Precepts but to deeply understand the Path. If I can comprehend deeper the Canon of one Path, then the stronger the saintwill will be condensed.’
Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a smile. There was only one Canon of Palm in total. How many gods could grasp the Canon of Palm?
It was not easy to obtain the opportunity to comprehend the power of the Canon of Palm.
Zhang Ruochen was about to close the book when he found that there was still one last page. However, this page seemed to be glued to the book cover, which he had neglected before.
Zhang Ruochen turned it over and found that this page weighed thousands of pounds.
When he opened it, there was a faint palm print on the paper.
However, when Zhang Ruochen looked carefully, his spirit and consciousness were sucked in in an instant.
The palm print became infinitely huge as if it had turned into a universe. Every fingerprint was like a milky way.
“This is… This is a mark of the Canon of Palm. That’s Great!” Zhang Ruochen said.
He did not need to guess to know that it must have been left for him by Wargod Bloodximius.
Since Wargod Bloodximius had cultivated the Palm Saintwill when he was a Supreme Saint, he must have grasped part of the Canon of Palm after he became a god.
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the center of the world of the palm and entered the state of comprehending Path with his whole body and mind.
At that moment, Wargod Bloodximius, who was sitting with Lord Ming and Blood Empress, sensed something. He said, “He is going to cultivate the Palm Saintwill as the second saintwill.”
Blood Empress said, “Chen ‘er had mainly cultivated the Swordsmanship, Path of time, and Path of Dimension. He is the first to cultivate the Fist Saintwill and the Palm Saintwill. He is probably just exercising.”
“The later it gets, the more difficult it gets. If it were me, I would first condense Time Saintwill and Dimension Saintwill before condensing the Swordsmanship Saintwill. As for the other saintwills, we can condense as many as we can later. It is not that important anyway,” Lord Ming said.
“You’re a pure sword cultivator. There’s nothing wrong with taking such a path,” Wargod Bloodximius said, “But Zhang Ruochen will be fusing those saintwills, so every saintwill he cultivates is very important. In the end, we’ll decide whether he can fuse a second-grade saintwill or not.”
Blood emperor said, “The first Fist Saintwill that Chen ‘er condensed was already fifth-grade. Which is already at the top level.”
Wargod Bloodximius shook his head and said, “In the Saint King Realm, he has cultivated the Fist Saintwill to the completion. Condensing a fifth-grade saintwill is only a passing grade.”
Blood Empress knew that Wargod Bloodixmius had high expectations of Zhang Ruochen. That was why he graded Zhang Ruochen’s performance with passing.
“Fist is not one of the three main paths that Chen ‘er cultivates,” the Blood Empress said.
For most Supreme Saints, they could only cultivate one type of saintwill. However, they had never considered whether Zhang Ruochen could condense a second, third, or even more.
They felt that it was natural for Zhang Ruochen to condense many types of saintwill.
The key was how many types he could condense?
Lord Ming said, “If Zhang Ruochen can reach the fourth grade for all three of his main Paths. The others are not his main Paths and all of them can reach fifth grade. Then it won’t be too difficult for him to condense a second-grade saintwill in the future.”
Wargod Bloodximius nodded slightly and said, “Let’s see if he can give us a surprise.”
Fusing a second-grade saintwill was the three gods’ biggest hope for Zhang Ruochen.
To be exact, many important figures in Infernal Court were paying attention to Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen. They wanted to know who could condense a second-grade saintwill?
Whoever succeeds, would be the representative of this Yuanhui period and be recorded in history.
Wargod Bloodximius said, “The crazy old man from the Yanluo clan sent me a message yesterday. Yan Wushen has condensed three types of saintwills, two fifth-grade, and one fourth-grade.”
Blood Empress said, “Yan Wushen can enter the Fane of Yama to cultivate freely. His spiritual power is strong and will be of great help in condensing the saintwill. It’s only natural for him to be one step ahead. My son has the help of the sundial. It’s only a matter of time before he catches up to him. There’s even a great chance to surpass him.”
Lord Ming said, “I’m looking forward to it. What grade of Palm Saintwill can Zhang Ruochen condense? Is it possible for him to surprise us and condense a fourth-grade saintwill?”
“The probability is very low… hmm…”
Wargod Bloodximius’s expression changed slightly.
“What’s wrong?” Blood Empress asked.
Wargod Bloodximius had a rare smile on his face and said, “Interesting! How interesting! The Canon of Palm’s Mark that I left for Zhang Ruochen was vast and profound. It contained infinite subtlety. Qingsheng had tried to comprehend it before. But even after a hundred years, he could only analyze fifty percent of it. Zhang Ruochen on the other hand…”
“He has just begun to analyze it. Has he already learned it?” Lord Ming asked.
Wargod Bloodximius nodded and said, “Let’s wait. I want to know how fast he can analyze it.”
Two hours later.
Wargod Bloodximius said, “He has analyzed ten percent of it.”
Four hours later.
“He has analyzed twenty percent.”
…
Twelve hours later.
“Fifty percent analyzed.”
Lord Ming and Blood Empress looked at each other. Even with their state of mind, their faces showed strange changes.
Twelve hours was comparable to Supreme Saint Qingsheng’s hundred years of cultivation?
Supreme Saint Qingsheng could reach Paramount Realm and he was not an ordinary person. How could the gap be so huge?
Even if Zhang Ruochen had the help of the Sundial, twelve hours of cultivation equal to half a year had passed.
Lord Ming smiled and said, “Fortunately, Third Brother is not here. Otherwise, It would have hurt his reputation severely. If I were him, I would never be able to hold my head up in front of Zhang Ruochen.”
Twenty hours later.
“Ninety percent of the analysis is done.”
Wargod Bloodximius said, “Almost there. He’s about to finish. For a Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saint to analyze ninety percent of the Canon’s mark is more than enough. It’s just a waste of time to continue the analysis.”
Just as Wargod Bloodximius was about to take back the Canon of Palm’s mark, he was surprised to find that Zhang Ruochen’s progress had reached ninety-one percent.
“How did he manage to continue?” said Wargod Bloodximius
That time, even Wargod Bloodximius could not remain calm.
The speed of analysis proved that his comprehension was high and was still within the scope of understanding.
However, there was a barrier to the level of analysis. How could he exceed ninety percent?
Wargod Bloodximius was still shocked, but Zhang Ruochen spent another four hours analyzing the Canon of Palm’s mark to hundred percent.
Blood Empress smiled happily after hearing the news and said, “After Third Brother analyzed fifty percent of it, he was able to condense the fifth-grade Palm Saintwill. When Chen ‘er was in the Saint King Realm, his Precepts of Palm reached completion. Now, he has analyzed the Canon of Palm’s mark to hundred percent. It seems that there is a high chance that he will be able to condense the fourth-grade Palm Saintwill.”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng’s Palm Saintwill was only in the fifth grade. He had only managed to cultivate a fourth-grade saintwill after fusing it with another type of saintwill that he had condensed.
“Palm is not his main cultivation path. Whether he can condense a fourth-grade saintwill is still unknown,” Lord Ming said.
A fourth-grade saintwill was the limit of a single Path that could be condensed.
It was more than ten times harder than the fifth-grade Saintwill.
…
Zhou Zhen had been staying in the Hall of Cosmic Words. He was on the verge of collapse.
It was just a book. Zhang Ruochen had been reading it for a whole year. In the end, Zhou Zhen knew that Zhang Ruochen must have entered a state of mind whole bodily. He did not know why, but he still did not dare to make a move.
He was always afraid of this and that.
Swoosh
The Canon of Palm’s mark flew out of the book and disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen was completely awake. He thought about it carefully for a long time. Then, he closed the book again and put it back on the bookshelf.
Zhou Zhen immediately put away his impatience and went up to him. He said with a smile, “Supreme Saint Ruochen, have you finally finished reading it? I have thought it through. I can tell you everything.”
That one whole year had worn down Zhou Zhen’s heart.
After countless hesitations and negations, now, even if Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured and dying, he would not dare to attack Zhang Ruochen even if he lay in front of him.
Zhang Ruochen stared at Zhou Zhen and smiled meaningfully. He nodded slightly and said, “Go ahead.”
After a year of probing, he still did not dare to attack.
Zhou Zhen’s remaining threat was gone.
Although Zhang Ruochen was fully focused on comprehending and analyzing the Canon of Palm’s mark, he had secretly informed the Sevenstar Imperial Palace’s vessel spirit, Huang Tian, when he came in. If Zhou Zhen attacked, he would be suppressed before he could even attack Zhang Ruochen.
After listening to Zhou Zhen’s story, Zhang Ruochen recalled a name. That name was High-Saint Kai Luo.
High-Saint Kai Luo was Zhou Zhen’s Martial Uncle and also one of the top High-Saint Array Masters in the Formation Sect. He was one of the cultivators closest to the Archsaint Array Master in all the worlds of the Celestial Court.
It was High-Saint Kai Luo who had allowed Zhou Zhen to participate in the plan.
It was indeed Zhou Zhen and Shentu Yunkong who had told Infernal Court the spatial coordinates of the Rainbow Pavilion. Moreover, they had personally handed over the Nine-heavens Maiden’s Saint blood to Yan Wushen.
Of course, Yan Wushen did not know their identities.
‘Zhou Zhen doesn’t know much. Who is the magnate that the Heavenly Realm has come into contact with Infernal Court? That High-Saint Kai Luo should know more.’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
Zhang Ruochen wanted to clean up those behind-the-scenes people of the Celestial Court, but it was too late. Even if he went back, he would not be a match for High-Saint Kai Luo with his current cultivation.
‘Condense The Secrets of Palm Saintwill first.’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
With the help of the Canon of Truth and the Heart of Truth, Zhang Ruochen’s speed of analyzing the Canon of Palm’s mark was far faster than other cultivators.
Now, he had full confidence in condensing the Palm Saintwill.
Zhang Ruochen did not leave the Sevenstar Imperial Palace. Instead, he used his spiritual power to take back the five Saint Aspects who were sitting cross-legged under the Sundial and comprehending the Precepts. He merged them with his original body.
Then, he took out the Violet Gourd and flew in.
He then took out the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection and sat cross-legged in the center of it. He quickly adjusted himself to his best condition.
With the help of the Violet Gourd and the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection, Zhang Ruochen condensed the Palm Saintwill. Everything went smoothly and it only took him six days to succeed.
Blood Sun Saintwill—the fourth-grade saintwill.
His ten wings were spread out fully. His skin turned blood-red. Streams of flames flowed around his body, giving off a temperature as hot as the sun.
“It turns out that condensing the fourth-grade saintwill isn’t too difficult… Oh no, what’s going on…”
Zhang Ruochen had just opened his eyes. Before he could feel happy, something unexpected happened.
A million times more Yang Qi suddenly burst out uncontrollably.. Like a million lava rivers surged from his body, gathered together, along the spine, and rushed to his brain.
