Lin Twelve!

Liu Wen stood paralyzed like he had been struck by lightning. He never thought that he would run into Lin Xun just after escaping from the hell of Mulberry Woodland.

“Young Master, be careful!” Liu Wen roared.

His first reaction was to warn Ying Qiao. He no doubt had the potential of being a traitor.

Pu!

But just as his voice rang out, a bloody hole split Ying Qiao’s throat.

He was clearly caught off guard as his eyes were snapped wide with disbelief and his jaw dropped. He never imagined that he would suffer such a calamity.

He was the young master of the Darkness Tribe imperial family!

He was a born assassin who walked in the shadows, and the empire cultivators turned pale at the mention of his name.

But now, he was dead without him even being aware of the attack…

A fountain of scarlet blood shot out from his throat, splattering across Liu Wen’s face. Liu Wen was so startled that he couldn’t help but scream out loud. He almost collapsed to the ground.

Is he dead?

Fear flooded Liu Wen.

Ying Qiao was the young master of the Darkness Tribe, and a top figure of the younger generation. Many old monsters of the Magi Brute Race thought highly of him and had high hopes of him becoming a Brute King!

But now, he was dead…

Liu Wen wasn’t mourning him. In fact, he had wanted to gain a firm foothold within the Magi Brute Race in the future with the help of Ying Qiao. He had pinned all his hopes on Ying Qiao, but all his hopes had now been shattered!

He felt as though the sky had collapsed before him. He stood rooted to the spot, the look of shock on his face morphing into an expression of panic and despair.

Intense fighting sounds, shrill screams and terrifying collisions were constantly ringing in his ears...

But he was still frozen like he had lost his soul. All his hopes were gone. He was viewed as a traitor and could never return to the empire campgrounds.

Following Ying Qiao’s death, he would no longer be tolerated in the Magi Brute Race. He felt indescribable despair.

“Do you want to end yourself, or do you want me to do it?” Lin Xun’s voice rang in his ears like a clap of thunder, snapping him out of his state of endless despair.

He looked up and saw the ground littered with dead bodies while Lin Xun stared quietly at him.

Further away, some empire cultivators were whispering to one another as they watched with faces of contempt and disgust.

It’s over!

The last string in Liu Wen’s heart snapped, and his mind went blank.

“Argh! Lin Twelve, if it weren’t because of you, how would I have betrayed the empire? How would I have fallen to where I am today?” Liu Wen went berserk and his face distorted.

His eyes were bloodshot and malevolent like a wild beast as he stared at Lin Xun. It was as though he wanted to skin him and eat him alive, “It‘s all because of you! It’s all your fault—!” As he roared, he swung his blade up and charged forward.

Pu!

Before he neared Lin Xun, the Broken Blade severed his neck and his head hurled into the air, face twisted with hatred and resentment.

Lin Xun turned around and left.

A guy like Liu Wen felt no remorse even if he died. Instead, he blamed Lin Xun for everything.

Before leaving, Lin Xun turned around and took another glance at the Mulberry Woodland behind him. It was shrouded in mysterious blood-red fog as always.

But he knew that a bloody storm was breaking out around a mysterious dao temple in the depths of the woodland.

“There are saints there as well as many unknown secrets. One day, maybe I can come back here and explore it deeper!”

Inexplicably, Lin Xun thought of the majestic golden cicada, and thought about its almost absurd wish—

May one day, all living beings in this world will ascend to become saints!

……

That evening, before night fell, Lin Xun returned to the 7th army camp.

“Kid, you didn’t die!” Lu Wenting jumped up in excitement like an old rabbit when he heard the news of Lin Xun’s return.

These days, he had been on tenterhooks, worried about hearing any bad news about Lin Xun.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Xun return.

Immediately, he started to complain, “Why do you always do what you want? Why did you just leave like that? Don’t you know how dangerous it is out there? Do you know how serious the consequences will be if something happens to you? Do you know...”

Lin Xun felt his head spin, and just when he was finding a chance to return to his residence, a thunderous roar shook the campground—

“Kid, I’m surprised you dare to come back!” Top General Zhangsun Lie’s face was flushed with rage, and his torrent of scolding could be heard throughout the army camp.

Lin Xun also knew that he had made them very worried, and he knew that he was wrong, so he quietly stood there and listened to the lecturing.

If the top figures in the Mulberry Woodland saw how docile he was, their jaws would drop. Who could imagine the mighty demon god youngster would willingly accept being nagged and lectured?

After Zhangsun Lie vented his anger, he let Lin Xun go, but before he did, he warned him that he wouldn’t let him go so easily if he disobeyed orders again.

It was not until nightfall that Lin Xun returned to his room.

Clang!

He opened his luggage and all sorts of ores and rune materials poured out like a river, forming a pile on the ground.

Except for some high-grade aeth crystals, the rest were all spoils from the Mulberry Woodland.

It consisted of some rune materials, mysterious ores with unknown uses, fragments of metals, and blood-stained fur.

But the majority were precious jade stones. There were at least six hundred pieces in total!

Lin Xun organized the treasures before storing them away. Although he couldn’t use some of the treasures, he knew they had precious value and that there would be a time to use them in the future.

After that, he took out the Broken Blade and inserted it into the pile of jade stones.

“This should be enough to repair and transform Broken Blade…”

Lin Xun’s eyes blazed with anticipation as he watched the Broken Blade begin to absorb the mysterious vitality from the jade stones.

Hu—

Soon, he sat down cross-legged and went into meditation.

By a lucky coincidence, he had been able to sit overnight on an ice saint tree, which made his cultivation leap to the perfect upper Heaven Ascension Stage.

Moreover, the breakthrough wasn’t only limited to his cultivation base. His spirit power also underwent an earthshaking change!

Now, he finally had the time to investigate the change.

In his mind-sea, the Little Divine Meditation Art was being activated. Instantly, an ice moon took shape, and millions of stars lit up around the moon and radiating divine light.

Unlike in the past, all those visions were quickly drowned by a flood of incomparably bright light!

It was from a dazzling sun slowly rising above the mind-sea. It cast thousand beams of light and shined brilliantly, becoming the ruler of the mind-sea.

Boom!

An uncontrollable tremor shook Lin Xun’s spirit, and then, as though a shackle of his spirit had been broken, he felt he was about to break free and ascend.

In a trance, he seemed to come to the vault of heaven, flying higher and higher. The entire 7th army camp was being reflected in his mind.

Everyone and everything were shown in extreme detail, including the guards outside the camp, the cultivators drinking and having fun in the tavern, Lu Wenting who was busy in the military workshop, and the tinkling sounds from weapons being crafted.

The various scenes and sounds emerged in his mind like a huge tide.

He even saw the haze in the sky, the smell of blood in the air, and the slightest change of expression on each cultivator’s face.

Huh?

But when Lin Xun turned to where Zhangsun Lie resided, he only saw a pillar of divine light shooting into the sky like smoke signals. It was terrifying, fierce and forbidding.

Not only was it impossible to see into his residence, but Lin Xun also felt unprecedentedly oppressed.

Is this the power of a Life Death Stage King? They won’t allow anyone to spy on them!

Shua!

He withdrew his spirit power and returned to his real body.

“Huh?” Almost at the same time, Zhangsun Lie exclaimed in his room, “That kid has such strong spirit power. Did he condense his primordial spirit?”

He rose to his feet, his unfathomable eyes gleaming. “It’s true, the little monster indeed did it! He really defies heaven!”

“The third stage of the Little Divine Meditation Art, Sun Illumination!” Understanding dawned on Lin Xun. “Also, the spirit has condensed a primordial spirit. I was able to see everything going on in the world because of the amazing abilities of the primordial spirit.”

“That’s spirit sense!”

“Only cultivators who have condensed the primordial spirit can possess that power. They can fight with their spirit sense once they reach that stage! As long as their primordial spirit remains, they will never be killed!”

“But…” He felt a little bewildered.

Primordial spirit and spirit sense were powers that only Cyclic Derivation cultivators controlled, yet he had grasped them before he reached that stage!

The spirit was related to a cultivator’s comprehension ability and intelligence. It was the most mysterious aspect of cultivation. The stronger one’s spirit, the greater the benefits one would receive during cultivation.

This was something that every cultivator knew!

Only when a cultivator possessed a primordial spirit would they learn remarkable abilities such as multitasking and predicting blessings and misfortunes.

“I have reached the perfect level of the upper Heaven Ascension Stage, and my spirit power has condensed to form the primordial spirit…but I still need to hone my cultivation arts and improve my dao comprehension...” he thought as he meditated.

He pursued the strongest supreme path, a complete and flawless path, so when his cultivation base reached the perfect level of the upper Heaven Ascension Stage, he had to start thinking about preparing to break through to the Cyclic Derivation Stage!

The breakthrough wouldn’t be much of a problem for Lin Xun, but if he wanted to continue to the absolute apex, he had to hone all his powers to the perfect level before the breakthrough!

Only then would it be considered perfect!

Early next morning.

A clear blade cry awakened him from his meditation. When he looked up, a strange look creased his face.

Meanwhile, the latest news about the Mulberry Woodland was brought back from the frontline and caused a sensation in the 7th army camp.