Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4677: Entering the Sacred Land

Upon seeing Ling Han, Jia Tailong and the others all paled in fright.

This was a star of calamity!

"Zhang Hanjun, don’t harm others!" they hurriedly said.

It was only one matter for you to be chased away, but don’t implicate them.

Ling Han wore an expression of righteousness, and he said, "As the saying goes, we share the burden of misfortune and fortune."

’Who will share burdens of misfortune and fortune with you? We’re not familiar with each other.’

Seeing Ling Han walk over step by step, the four of them felt their hair stand on end, and they wanted to make a move on Ling Han.

However, they immediately recalled Ling Han’s terrifying abilities. Furthermore, the moment he entered this place, this guy’s cultivation level would probably immediately begin to soar, and they would be even more outmatched.

There was nothing else that could be done. They could only absorb the essence of the energy with all their might. Every bit counted.

Thus, the four of them released their reservations. Previously, they had been afraid that absorbing too strongly would cause harm to their bodies, but how could they care now?

"Pu!"

"Oh!"

They were all throwing up blood madly, or bleeding from their seven apertures. This was the aftereffect of absorbing too much.

Ling Han couldn’t help but laugh in spite of himself. "I received special permission to enter this space to cultivate. There should be... no one who would come to chase me away."

They clearly knew that Ling Han was a Spirit Devouring Physique, yet they still let him in. Thus, they naturally wouldn’t chase him out again. Otherwise, wouldn’t that be a superfluous action?

He could vaguely guess that this might be related to the people who had been monitoring him in the sky previously.

However, because he hadn’t used his divine sense to observe them, he couldn’t confirm who this person was.

Hearing Ling Han’s words, Jia Tailong and the others wanted to vomit blood again.

F***, why didn’t you say so earlier?

Ling Han began to absorb the energy in the pool waters. Then, he slightly released his aura, and continued his performance.

Hong, long, long! With this absorption, the waters of the pool instantly boiled, and the whole Buddhist Tower was also trembling endlessly.

This caused even Jia Tailong to pale in shock and feel uneasy. Would the monks immediately come out and chase them away?

Thankfully, no one appeared all this while, which made them gradually feel more at ease.

Ling Han seemed to be right.

However, though no one stepped out to chase them away, looking at Ling Han rapidly breaking through one minor level after another, they were driven mad with jealousy.

Especially after half a day, when Ling Han completed his final leap and became a True Self Tier, they wanted nothing more than to kill Ling Han.

Comparisons would drive one crazy.

They could only comfort themselves in this way. When he reached the True Self Tier, Ling Han’s physique would no longer be able to take effect. At most, he would only reach the peak stage of the True Self Tier, and by then, he would be no different from an ordinary cultivator.

You may be one step ahead now, but they would definitely be able to catch up in future.

Ling Han absorbed the pool water’s energy for a while longer, but because the Spirit Devouring Physique’s limit was peak stage of True Self Tier, Ling Han couldn’t raise his cultivation level to Spirit Transformation Tier all at once.

Sigh!

Now that he was here, he "would have" a bottleneck in his cultivation. He could not break through too quickly, which would draw suspicion.

Even so, Jia Tailong and the others were still envious.

Because there was already "no further room for advancement", three days later, Ling Han left the Pond of Life with Jia Tailong and the others.

When they left, they discovered that the monks were all staring at them with deep hatred, causing a chill to run down their backs.

This was obviously because Ling Han had absorbed too much of the Pond of Life’s energy essence, which was why the monks were glaring at them. But the problem here was, you clearly knew that, so why did you still let Ling Han in?

Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

The five of them returned to the Martial Hall. After resting for a few days, they would head to the Sacred Land and begin the final contest.

If one could still stand out, he would be directly taken in as a disciple by the Sacred Land, and may even become a Buddha Son in future!

Buddha Son!

When they thought of this word, everyone’s eyes lit up. That was because they already knew that Buddha Son Ah Han had not died, but was still living in this world. As long as one became the Buddha Son, he would definitely be able to receive personal guidance from the Great Emperor.

Just how tempting was this?

Several days later, they set out. Led personally by the Master of the Martial Ha;; of the Imperial Sea City, they headed towards the Sacred Land.

This was a show of respect for the Sacred Land.

The ten Royal Capitals were spread out all around the Sacred Land, guarding the true core of the Buddhist Race. After travelleing for a few days, Ling Han sensed a bitingly cold killing intent ahead of him, causing his hair to stand on end.

Great Emperor killing formation!

Ling Han was both excited and nervous. After lying low for so long, he was finally going to enter into the Sacred Land. However, the Great Emperor killing formation in front of him was the most difficult stage.

Afterward, with his strength of 10 Stars Saint-level and above, who could stop him from stealthily sneaking into the Pond of Life?

The holy flame... was finally about to ignite!

When they arrived at the edge of the Imperial Formation, the Master of the Martial Hall did not immediately step in. Instead, he took out a joss stick of sandalwood, and after respectfully lighting it, he sat down in a cross-legged position, and waited quietly.

Everyone followed suit, and sat down cross-legged.

After a while, a figure walked out of the Great Emperor Formation.

Under the envelopment of the Great Emperor’s killing formation, the entire area ahead of them was filled with fog. Now, in this fog, a hazy light first appeared. After waiting for a while, it could be seen that it was an oil lamp. Then, a person holding an oil lamp was seen walking slowly.

This was a monk. His head was bare, and he was wearing a purple kasaya. He was young, at most 17 or 18 years old, but he actually had a majestic and dignified aura.

"Benefactors, please follow me," the young monk said as he clasped his hands in respect. He then turned around and started to walk toward the Great Emperor Formation.

The Master of the Martial Hall hurriedly called for everyone to follow him. They had to stay under the light enshrouded by the oil lamp. Otherwise, the Great Emperor killing formation would attack them without mercy. No matter how many stars of Saint-level you were, the only result would be death.

Ling Han was also serious. He didn’t dare to be careless, and followed closely behind.

After walking for a while, everything suddenly became clear ahead of them.

They finally walked out of the Great Emperor killing formation.

Ling Han gazed into the distance, only to see the precious towers standing tall and low in the vast expanse of land before him. Apart from these towers, there were also numerous temples. Countless streaks of power of belief hovered above them, some of them directly transforming into a shower that rained down.

Hiss!

In the outside world, only those who had performed a great service could enter into the Buddhist Tower and absorb the energy essence of the Pond of Life, but it would only be for a mere few days.

But here?

There was an endless supply of power of belief, and it directly transformed into a rain of power that fell! freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Just how wide was the gap between them?

Although the power of belief couldn’t be absorbed by cultivators without being converted, it was still fine even if they could only obtain a tiny bit of benefit.

Moreover, there was so much that there was no time to convert it, so wouldn’t pure energy be easily obtained?

In this place, perhaps the least valuable item was the power of belief.

Ling Han was also feeling rueful internally. As expected of the force that had the most territory and the most believers in the universe. Even if at least half of the universe had already fallen, the power of belief of the Buddhist Race was still incredibly strong, and could be used for a very, very long time, right?

"Benefactors, please," the young monk said calmly from the sidelines. He was already used to the stunned expressions of those who had just entered the Sacred Land.