Song Hao packed up his spoils of war and entered the cave. Sure enough, he found an ancient formation lying across the huge stone surface.
" It's not the time to go to the Wasteland Continent for now. I should first settle the problem of establishing faith, collect enough incense and power of wish, and strip the blood essence of demon beasts so that the natal divine power I've transferred over will be officially recognized by the Heavenly Dao. Only then will it be smoother in the future.”
In order to prevent others from coming out of the teleportation array, Song Hao took away the six top-grade spirit stones on the teleportation array and covered the gap when he came out.
After Song Hao found out that the Marquis Dingbian Residence was fine, he began to travel around the Lingwu Continent.
In Great Abyss City, a haggard youth landed outside the city. This place was extremely dry. The rivers were cut off, the land was cracked, and a large number of people had moved away. Outside the city, Song Hao used his magic power to condense his voice into a beam and transmit it to many families in the city.
"I will rain dew on the human world! You can erect a statue to worship me."
Song Hao executed the Three Heads Six Arms Great Acalanatha Seal and activated the Spring Breeze Rain divine art. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and a thunderstorm began. Seeing that the rain had weakened, he repeatedly formed a spell. The land that had been dry for a long time finally welcomed rain. The people of the Great Abyss City prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted for the gods. An artist had drawn this scene, and it was called the Rain God Descent Painting.
In less than three to five days, the residents of the city spontaneously built a magnificent statue of the god. The people of the surrounding cities and towns also came to pray for rain.
The temples began to appear in many cities and even in remote villages. Song Hao was very busy. He shuttled through the area and kept casting spells. Incense, wish power, and merit also continued to accumulate.
One day, he suddenly thought, Can I get someone else to do this? Why is it so dry here? What should I do if other martial artists see me doing this? Therefore, he began to think of a solution to the problem.
"System, can I allow others to use my Thunderstorm Sparrow's rain god art?”
"System prompt: host can imprint low-level divine patterns of rain on magic tools. In theory, you can let others use this rain divine art repeatedly. It would be best if you imprint divine patterns on your own clay sculpture.”
"Alright, let's do as you say."
Song Hao had exchanged a large number of clay golden statues of his three-headed, six-armed Ming King in the system store. He had also imprinted low-level Thunderstorm Sparrow's Life Power Divine Pattern and Black Tortoise's Defense Divine Pattern. However, he was at a loss as to the source of spiritual power. He could not possibly make spirit stones into bronze statues, right? How could he borrow the power of heaven and earth to cast spells?
Song Hao then began to travel again to find a solution.
Finally, one day, he heard all kinds of explosions in the ruins of an ancient sect. After careful investigation, he realized that these were caused by a large number of Spirit Absorbing Grass expanding and exploding after continuously absorbing spiritual energy.
"System, extract the Heavenly Dao Divine Ability Rune of the Spirit Absorbing Grass and give it to me?”
"Beep! The spirit gathering divine power has been bestowed to the host."
It seemed like he could finally create a divine inscription magic tool that could produce thunder and rain. After more than ten days, some ordinary people who devoutly knelt down to worship the statue received a gift from the gods-the three-headed, six-armed statue of the motionless Ming King Rainfall. They ran around the dry lands, offering large amounts of incense and power of prayer. After they knelt down, the rain they had hoped for came as expected. This was mainly because Song Hao had also imprinted strands of divine sense on these magic tools. Only after satisfying his own requirements did he send down the thunderstorm.
Song Hao searched everywhere for the driest place, and his efforts paid off. Three days later, Song Hao found a cave in the gravel.
The entrance of the cave was very dry. After entering, Corpse Qi began to appear on the ground and around them. Corpse water gathered, and a coffin floated. Half of the coffin was exposed. Looking inside, a terrifying corpse was in sight. Song Hao's eyes narrowed, and his hair stood on end.
"Hanba!"
The Book of Miraculous Changes says,"There was a man in the south. He was two or three feet tall. He bared his body and his eyes were on the top of his head. He walked like the wind. His name was Ba. The country I saw was suffering from drought and thousands of miles of barren land. A drought mother."
Song Hao forced himself to calm down. The air in his throat kept rushing up. He wanted to vomit but did not dare to do so. She looked at the few fruits that were flashing with a cold light beside the coffin and was instantly tempted. If she took away the fruits, she might lose the hypnotizing power on Hanba and disrupt Hanba's deep sleep. If Hanba woke up and wandered around, it would be an endless disaster. But if he didn't pluck the fruit, Song Hao wouldn't be satisfied. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully plucked the fruit, put it into his storage ring, and ran. There were also some huge rocks placed at the entrance to prevent others from entering by mistake.
Hanba's face loosened a little inside the coffin, but other than that, there was no other movement.
It seemed that the drought in this area was related to this.
As the clay statue's golden body continued to be established, the amount of wish power that could be collected by the incense offerings increased. It was time to extract the demon beast's blood essence to survive the Heavenly Tribulation. However, the problem was that many Martial Grandmasters, Warrior Spirits, and Martial Kings were starting to get restless. This was because they could not accept a power that was difficult to control. Moreover, the selection of the Saintess had already begun. These problems were urgent and needed to be resolved.
After the news of the Saintess selection spread, five rain altars were destroyed in one night. Song Hao realized that the final battle was about to begin.
Deep in the night in the Great Abyss City, the moon hung upside down. The few men in black quickly rushed towards the Holy Altar in the city, with Song Hao following closely behind.
"Fellow Daoist up ahead, wait a moment. Why are you sprinting at night?”
"Your whereabouts have been exposed! Kill!"
"You dare to be arrogant in front of me with such a low cultivation level! Die!" Sword qi soared into the sky, and several heads flew up, reflecting the surrounding air red. Tonight was destined to be Wumian's killing sin.
After a few rounds of this, news began to spread in the Great Abyss City that a flying Martial Saint had slaughtered many experts who had come to cause trouble.
"Martial Saint? No wonder all the men we sent out were killed. He had to be polite when investigating the background of a Martial Saint. This is not something we can afford to provoke. Even the Grand Elder would recruit a Martial Saint.”A capable middle-aged man ordered his subordinates.
"I have some news. It seems that this Martial Saint is very similar to the statue of the Rain God. We only saw it from afar and didn't dare to get close to see its appearance…"
"Could it be the Demonic Priest? No matter who the other party is or what their background is, we must be on good terms with them."
In the Lingwu Continent, cultivators were usually called "Demonic Dao" and "Evil Dao". Martial artists were usually no match for them because the other party would usually use spells like Fireball, Thorn, and Mud to hurt people. It was impossible to guard against them. Only close combat could barely kill these cultivators.
A few days later, all the rain altars quieted down, and people were no longer in panic. This was known as the " Day of the Divine Statue " in the history of the altar, and it was remembered by the saints.
After finishing his preparations, Song Hao began to extract the blood essence and juice of the demonic beasts and spiritual herbs, purifying his bloodline and making his divine ability and divine patterns truly recognized by the Heavenly Dao.
"Stripping my bloodline, please acknowledge my natal divine ability.”
"Spring Wind Desire Transformation Art!"
"Lesser Lightning Falling Technique!"
"Earth Escape Technique!"
"Yi Wood Essence Transformation!"
……
Divine powers were cast one after another.
The Heavenly Dao had sent down a weak Lightning Tribulation. There was no Five-colored Lightning Tribulation, Divine Astral Lightning Tribulation, or Heaven Destroying Lightning Tribulation as he had imagined. This was probably because the Heaven Earth Merit brought about by the incense offerings had offset this calamity.
As more and more blood essence was extracted, Song Hao's sense of the will of heaven and earth became deeper and deeper. His body also felt indescribably relaxed.
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