Chapter 2139: Both Siblings Are Monsters
The warship sailed towards the outer regions once again. Lin Moyuâs second step in his plan was to strengthen the Bone Hell.
Strengthening the Bone Hell would make his upcoming tasks easier.
The âGhost Raceâ had already appeared once, so there was no need for them to appear again for now.
Moreover, the Dao poison had not dissipated, making it unsuitable to enter an enlightenment state again.
The enlightenment triggered by ten races together was more effective than that of a single race, and the residual Dao poison would be less.
This time, the residual Dao poison would take only thirty years to completely dissipate.
Lin Moyu planned to make the Ghost Race disappear for thirty years, using this time to elevate the Bone Hell to Divine Venerable Rank 9.
In the Vermilion Bird battlefield, within the military camp, the Sword Saint Venerable looked at Lin Mohan with a somewhat complex expression.
Lin Mohan was currently cultivating, and her aura was steadily rising.
Just now, Lin Mohan had only said one sentence: she needed to cultivate and asked the Sword Saint Venerable to protect her.
Then she entered a cultivation state.
This was not the first time such a thing had happened. Each time Lin Mohanâs realm would improve.
This time was no different; her realm was steadily rising.
Previously, she had just entered the Transcendent realm, and her realm was not particularly stable. Keen observers could still see residual laws on her body.
But now, the residual laws were rapidly transforming into rules power.
Lin Mohan was getting stronger.
Such a cultivation speed was astonishing.
The Sword Saint Venerable activated a formation to prevent anyone from disturbing Lin Mohan and stood guard outside the formation, not leaving her side.
The Kill Saint Venerable and the Rune Saint Venerable came over together. The Kill Saint Venerable glanced at Lin Mohan and smiled, "It seems Linâs realm has improved again."
The Sword Saint Venerable looked over with confusion, "Are you talking about Lin Moyu, that guy?"
The Kill Saint Venerable replied, "Who else could it be?"
The Sword Saint Venerable was puzzled, "What does Mohanâs improvement have to do with Lin Moyu?"
The Kill Saint Venerable laughed, "Guess?"
The Sword Saint Venerableâs eyebrows raised, almost drawing her sword on the spot, "I donât guess, just tell me!"
The Kill Saint Venerable put on a smug look, as if saying, "What can you do about it?"
One had to admit, the Kill Saint Venerableâs current demeanor was quite infuriating.
The Rune Saint Venerable acted as a mediator, "Itâs because of bloodline resonance. Every time Linâs realm improves, it pushes Mohanâs realm to improve as well."
The Sword Saint Venerable was stunned, then suddenly realized, "No wonder Mohanâs advancements have been so sudden."
"Without using the Blood Path, she reached the Transcendent realm in just over ten years. I thought it was due to her unparalleled talent, but it turns out itâs because of bloodline resonance!"
The Rune Saint Venerable shook his head, "Itâs not entirely due to bloodline resonance. Mohanâs own talent must also be extremely strong. Bloodline resonance alone wouldnât achieve such results."
After discovering the bloodline resonance between Lin Moyu and Lin Mohan, the Saint Venerables researched a lot of related information through the Human Emperor Network.
They concluded that while bloodline resonance had a significant effect, oneâs own talent was equally important.
If Lin Mohanâs talent were average, bloodline resonance wouldnât reach this level.
The Kill Saint Venerable sneered, "You only know part of it."
A sword light flashed, and the Sword Saint Venerableâs long sword pointed at the Kill Saint Venerable, "Are you itching for a fight?"
The Kill Saint Venerable snorted, "You might not be able to beat me now."
Behind the Kill Saint Venerable, a mass of mist was rolling.
With the help of the Wraith of Ximu, the Kill Saint Venerableâs combat power had significantly increased, showing a fearless attitude.
The War Saint Venerable arrived at some point, smiling, "Old Kill, what else do you know? Tell us."
The Kill Saint Venerable said, "Lin once said that his sister has a cultivation talent that can increase her cultivation speed by more than a hundred times."
"I think the effect of bloodline resonance might also be influenced by this talent, increasing it by a hundred times."
The others exchanged glances. Bloodline resonance was already monstrous enough, and with such a talent, it was indeed unimaginable.
The Sword Saint Venerable sighed, "Truly blessed by heaven and earth."
The War Saint Venerable shook his head, "Perhaps she is the reincarnation of an ancient mighty being, beyond comprehension."
With extraordinary cultivation talent, bloodline resonance, and the bloodline inheritance of an ancient mighty being, Lin Mohan possessed the ability to fight beyond her level.
All these factors made Lin Mohan shine like a star.
The siblings could only be described with two words: monsters!
In the eyes of the Saint Venerables, both siblings were monsters.
...
On the demon raceâs ancestral star, the Abyssal Fire burned fiercely.
It seemed as if a huge hole had been torn in the void, with flames cascading down like a waterfall.
At the bottom of the flame waterfall, the Abyssal Demon Lord bathed in the flames, his aura gradually recovering.
However, the recovery was slow and would take a long time.
Lin Mohanâs sword had almost shattered his rule world.
The rule world was everything to a Saint Venerable. When it was damaged, his body and soul were also injured.
The Abyssal Demon Lord knew that his defeat was mainly due to the Undying Skull.
Although it was his magical treasure, why did it suddenly explode?
A Supreme-grade magical treasure contained terrifying power. The flames inside backfired, directly causing him serious injuries.
This gave Lin Mohan an opportunity.
The Abyssal Demon Lord looked up, his gaze piercing through the flame waterfall into the void, and his hoarse voice echoed, "Demon Lord, do you know why?"
After a moment, a large face appeared in the flames, "I told you before, with your ability, you cannot control a Supreme-grade magical treasure."
"Magical treasures have spirits. A Supreme-grade magical treasure already possesses a bit of sentience. Perhaps it didnât want you to control it, seeing it as an insult."
The Abyssal Demon Lord was clearly unconvinced, "But I clearly refined it."
The Demon Lord said, "Perhaps you only refined the surface."
The Abyssal Demon Lord couldnât think of a better answer and could only accept this explanation.
The Demon Lord continued, "This is just my guess. I will ask them to see if I can get a more accurate answer."
"After all, the item was given by them, so they should know better."
"Recover quickly. The war with the human race is far from over."
The Abyssal Demon Lord said in a low voice, "I know, Demon Lord. This time, ten races were exterminated by the Ghost Race. I feel something is not right. Could someone be manipulating the Ghost Race?"
The Demon Lord said in a low voice, "There should be. Ten races were exterminated, and even the Abyssal Demon Eye did not issue any warning. Clearly, the Ghost Race has a way to evade the Abyssal Demon Eye."
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
The Demon Lord disappeared, and the Abyssal Demon Lord continued to bathe in the Abyssal Fire, slowly recovering from his injuries.
The flames condensed into Lin Mohanâs image, and the Abyssal Demon Lordâs low, sinister voice echoed, "Next time, I will definitely kill you!"
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable came to the statue again, recounting the events of the previous battle.
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable was somewhat worried. He feared that the human race was getting stronger and that they might not be able to hold out until the end.
After all, there were still over 1300 years before the worldâs origin would reveal itself.
The statue emitted a faint light, gathering into a ball.
After a hundred days, the light finally condensed into a fist-sized ball.
The ball contained extremely terrifying power, and the Blood Bull Saint Venerable carefully received it.
The statueâs voice slowly echoed, "The time for my descent will be delayed by five years. Take care."
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable immediately bowed, "Thank you, my lord!"
Condensing the light ball was not without cost. It consumed a lot of power, delaying his descent by five years. But the Blood Bull Saint Venerable didnât mind; he was more concerned about the survival of himself and his race!