The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 786 - : Advancing to the Third Turn Quasi-Saint, Saints Come to Pay Respects as Disciples

Chapter 786 -786: Advancing to the Third Turn Quasi-Saint, Saints Come to Pay Respects as Disciples

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon extended its hand and lightly touched a light sphere, immediately receiving countless pieces of information.

This is an extraordinarily complex formation diagram!

Containing a multitude of information.

Comprehending it thoroughly would allow one to craft a Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure!

“Quasi-Black Tortoise Saint Armor!”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon opened its eyes, took a deep breath, and marveled at the complexity of the formation, as well as Ye Feng’s comprehension.

In just a few days, Ye Feng managed to extrapolate nine similar formations; he truly deserved to be the major contributor to the crafting of Thunder Palace.

“Sect Master Ye, your comprehension must be no lesser than that of Saint Manifestation and Heavenly Saint, right?”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m not sure,” Ye Feng shook his head.

Without having competed with the likes of Saint Manifestation or Heavenly Saint level beings, how could he possibly know whether his comprehension was strong or weak?

But, Ye Feng felt that he was certainly stronger than those at Saint Entry level, as for Saint Manifestation and Heavenly Saint, it was hard to say.

“First, digest these nine formations; strive to craft a sufficient number of Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasures within a year, and then crossing the tribulation will not be a problem.”

Ye Feng filled a teacup with tea.

Seven parts tea, eight parts wine.

Filling the cup with tea was a sign to send off the guest.

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint took the remaining few formation light spheres, finished their tea, cupped their fists in gratitude, and tore through the void to leave.

Nine Cities Star Cloud, Starry Sky Grand Hall.

“Ancient Dragon Bro, can you refine Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasures now?” the Star River Quasi-Saint asked impatiently.

“Don’t rush, let me digest it first.”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon closed its eyes, absorbed in the formation diagram of the “Quasi-Black Tortoise Saint Armor,” gradually sorting out the various details.

“Wonderful!”

“Sect Master Ye is truly deserving.”

“I am willing to recognize him as the strongest Array Master.”

During the process of organizing the formation, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon found its structures to be ingenious; they seemed complex, but each array pattern was traceable and could be easily deconstructed.

“Come, begin the artifact crafting!”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon transformed into its True Dragon Form, opened its mouth, and spewed out scorching Half-Step Dao Fire, dumping piles of materials into it to melt into liquid, constantly purifying them.

Bang!

Materials were continuously exploding.

That was an indication of purification.

An hour later.

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon completed the purification of more than one thousand seven hundred different materials, each with different weights, ranging from one catty to several hundred catties, meticulously measured according to the proportions dictated by the formation diagram.

“It begins.”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon, back in human form, began rapidly merging these materials as recorded in the formation diagram.

In the process.

It continuously inscribed various array patterns onto the molten materials, helping them slowly take shape.

Half a day later.

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon inscribed over a million array patterns within the Spiritual Treasure embryo, exhausted to the extreme, he lay on the ground, panting with his tongue out.

In mid-air.

A set of metallic armor hung suspended calmly.

“Done, hurry and bind it as yours!” the Ancient Sacred True Dragon said feebly.

“Okay.” The Star River Quasi-Saint used his blood to bind the armor, then his Primordial Spirit’s power flowed out, leaving a mark inside the Quasi-Black Tortoise Saint Armor, completing the highest level of ownership binding.

In this state, its usage effect could be maximized.

The next moment.

He donned the Quasi-Black Tortoise Saint Armor, looking at the ancient and majestic array patterns above, very satisfied.

“The first Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure has been crafted; I can feel it, this Saint Armor has a strong lightning-avoidance ability,” the Star River Quasi-Saint said cherishingly.

“Having just this set of Saint Armor is not enough. If it were Sacred Arms, that would suffice, but alas, it is only a Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure. We need at least nine sets to firmly withstand the Saint Ascension Tribulation,” muttered the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

After resting for quite some time, he continued his work.

…

Misty Sect.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked up into the sky.

“Third Turn Quasi-Saint, here I come!”

He released all of his Solar Divine Power, merged it with the Heavenly Emperor Level Power of Faith, allowing it to continuously evolve into Fervent Divine Power.

Boom!

During the fusion process, there was a terrifying explosion.

Even with Ye Feng’s Physical Body Saint Path’s defensive capability, he nearly couldn’t withstand it.

This time, he didn’t enter his Holy Divine Form.

Although it was very painful to block the shock wave with his physical strength alone, he was ultimately able to save a chance for using his Holy Divine Form.

Rumble…

As Ye Feng successfully fused the Fervent Divine Power, below the Thunder Palace, terrible Tribulation Clouds began to gather, extending for hundreds of thousands of miles.

“Ye Feng’s assault on the Third Turn Quasi-Saint has succeeded.”

“Damn, damn, damn, how can he be so fast?”

The people from the various major powers felt a bit like they were having a heart attack.

Tianmiao Holy Land.

Crash!

Yin Rurong smashed her teacup.

“Ye Feng, even if you break through quickly, what of it? The Thunder Pool Grand Hall is sealed by the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable. I can’t become a Saint, and neither can you, haha!”

Wanzong Holy Land.

Feng Chuan, upon learning of Ye Feng’s assault on the Third Turn Quasi-Saint, got so angry he smashed an antique thousands of years old.

“This is the Son of Destiny!”

“If Ye Feng hadn’t stolen my place, the one to enjoy this insane glory of breaking through would have definitely been me!”

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“So, when is Ye Feng going to die?”

“Once he’s dead, I can become the new Son of Destiny, enjoy the care of heaven and earth, and my breakthrough speed will soar.”

Feng Chuan was envious and resentful.

Jiaoyang Realm.

“This guy is already a Third Turn Quasi-Saint. In a few months, he’s likely to advance to Four-Turn Quasi-Saint. With his strength, even if my true self returns, I won’t be his opponent, will I?”

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint felt quite depressed.

“Ancestor, what are you talking about?”

A little girl with a cherubic face and pigtail braids asked curiously, her face filled with the desire to know.

She was the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s descendant, Xia Wenwen.

“Little Wenwen, do you want to take a master?” the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, in his avatar form, asked as he stretched out his hand and rubbed Xia Wenwen’s head.

Xia Wenwen tilted her head, biting her index finger, “Take a master? Why should I take a master?”

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s avatar spoke earnestly, “I know of a prodigy with extraordinary strength and perception, very suitable to be your master. How about taking him as your master?”

“Is he as formidable as you, Ancestor?”

Xia Wenwen asked seriously.

This question left the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint in silence.

It was highly likely that Ye Feng had already accomplished the Physical Body Saint Path.

Under such conditions, he was definitely no match for him.

But for the sake of pride, the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint stroked his beard and confidently said,

“Little Wenwen, I am a Saint of heaven and earth, of course, I am slightly stronger than him!”

Having said that, the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s face turned red.

“Since he is only a little weaker than you, Ancestor, then, I will reluctantly take him as my master! The prerequisite is, he can let me eat my fill!”

Xia Wenwen, innocent and jovial, patted her chubby belly and when she laughed, two little canines peeked out.

“Good, didn’t give myself away.”

Seeing that Xia Wenwen had no doubts about his strength, the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint avatar breathed a sigh of relief, placed Xia Wenwen on his shoulder, and tore through the void.

Above Whitefloat City.

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s avatar pointed to the sky at the frightening stretch of Tribulation Clouds, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles and containing terrifying heavenly might, and explained,

“Wenwen, that young man currently undergoing the heavenly tribulation is the Misty Sect’s Sect Master Ye Feng I’ve told you about.”

“Remember, he has great perception, proficient in guiding others’ cultivation, and is known as the Great Master of Magic.”

“By taking him as your master, you can grow faster.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Wenwen looked up at the Heavenly Tribulation in the sky, feeling an incredibly terrifying aura.

“Wow!”

“My future master’s heavenly tribulation is so strong, so his strength must be really great, right?”

“I feel that he is a bit stronger than the Ancestor!”

Towards the end, Xia Wenwen’s voice was very soft, but the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint nearby still heard her.

“This… this girl!”

The corner of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s mouth twitched.

He had an unpleasant premonition:

His once sweet and accommodating little cotton jacket would likely be gone and never come back!