"The Dao and the devil are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. This is the will of heaven. If the Dao is not destroyed, then the devil will not be destroyed.”Sect Master Tongtian continued.
"Master, you mean that the Fiend Ancestor Rahu will return one day? At that time, he would definitely come looking for me to find his God-Slaying Spear?”Zhao Gongming looked at Sect Master Tongtian and asked.
Sect Master Tongtian stood there and smiled at Zhao Gongming. As he nodded slightly, he had an expression that said that he was a promising student.
Actually, Zhao Gongming wanted to tell Sect Master Tongtian that as his disciple, he actually knew everything that he said.
Of course, there were some things that he could only keep to himself. He could not say it out loud. Otherwise, it would definitely arouse suspicion.
"That's right. This God Slaying Spear is a supreme-grade Protocosmic spirit-treasure. Back then, even my teacher was unable to find it. If the Fiend Ancestor Luohou appears again, he will definitely come to find the God Slaying Spear first.”Sect Master Tongtian nodded.
"Therefore, you must be extremely careful in the future. If you discover anything unusual, immediately ask for help from me.”
As he said that, Sect Master Tongtian grabbed the void and pulled out those dao marks.
As Sect Master Tongtian's palm turned repeatedly, these dao marks turned into a purple talisman.
"In the future, if you encounter any danger, use your divine sense to activate this talisman. No matter where you are, I will be able to sense you.”Sect Master Tongtian handed the purple amulet to Zhao Gongming.
Zhao Gongming looked at the purple talisman and solemnly kept it into his body.
Not to mention the Fiend Ancestor Luohou, even the two saints from the west weren't easy to deal with. They might plot against him in secret.
With this purple talisman, if he really encountered any danger in the future, this purple talisman would be equivalent to a life-saving talisman.
Watching Zhao Gongming absorb the purple talisman into his body, Sect Master Tongtian raised his right hand again, his palm facing Zhao Gongming's face.
A ray of immortal light surged out from his palm and instantly enveloped Zhao Gongming.
Before Zhao Gongming could react, the immortal light in Sect Master Tongtian's hand had already retreated.
When the celestial light faded, Zhao Gongming clearly felt that a hidden mark in his body had been erased.
Seeing the golden mark gradually disintegrating, Zhao Gongming cursed the bald Jieyin in his heart again.
Just by looking at the color of the mark, he knew that the golden mark hidden on his body must have been secretly placed by Jie Yin.
If his master had not noticed it and erased it, his whereabouts would have always been under Jieyin's surveillance.
"Thank you, Master." Zhao Gongming bowed to Sect Master Tongtian again to express his gratitude.
"This time, you fought with Jieyin's clone and consumed a lot of magic power. You should return to Mount Emei to cultivate in seclusion.”Sect Master Tongtian said with a gentle smile.
Zhao Gongming bowed again before flying away.
On Golden Ao Island, the Sect Leader stood on the island with his hands behind his back. Looking at the rapidly disappearing figure, a smile appeared on his face. This smile was filled with praise and pride.
After Zhao Gongming left Golden Ao Island, he didn't stop on the way and flew directly in the direction of Mount Emei.
In just a few days, he returned to Mount Emei.
This time, he didn't take long to leave Mount Emei. Qian Luo and Long Jiu were still in seclusion.
After returning to the mountain, Zhao Gongming immediately began his seclusion.
This time, he had benefited a lot from the battle with the clone of the Sage Jieyin. The appearance of Jieyin's original body showed him the power of the Sage.
His only thought at the moment was to work hard to improve his cultivation and get closer to the Saint Realm as soon as possible.
His Essence Soul cultivation had already reached the Quasi-Saint Realm, but his physical body was only at the Half-Step Quasi-Saint Realm. It was time to raise his physical body cultivation.
If his body and Yuan Shen were all at the level of a Quasi-Saint, he would be able to challenge a Quasi-Saint with Two Separations without the help of the God-Slaying Spear.
At that moment, his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art had already reached the fifth revolution. His body had first absorbed Pangu's aura and was reconstructed by the system with a small portion of the Primal Chaos Immortal Qi. If he could reach the sixth revolution of the Mysterious Art, his body would be as strong as the body of the Ancestor of Sorcery.
On this day, the gate of the Luo Cave closed once again.
Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged in the Luofu Cave. Above his head was a cloud of virtue that was as vast as the sea.
This cloud of merit contained hundreds of millions of merits.
As Zhao Gongming circulated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, the merit in the merit cloud began to surge into his body.
As Zhao Gongming breathed in and out, the vast amount of merit turned into the purest physical energy and slowly pushed the huge physical millstone.
Right now, Duke Zhao's physical body was already very strong. Be it his blood essence, toughness, or regeneration speed.
It was already very difficult to completely crush this flesh and blood, and after it was crushed, it would quickly heal and regenerate.
Therefore, the cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art became more and more difficult the further he progressed. This was because his physical body became stronger and stronger, and the energy consumed was too much.
He watched as the formless flesh millstone crushed the mass of flesh and blood under the pure energy transformed from merit.
The crushed flesh and blood were still gathering together crazily even though they were completely crushed. It was obvious that they wanted to regenerate.
Just from this scene, one could see how abnormal his current physical body was.
Others cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. Even if it was the sixth revolution, it was equivalent to Slaying a Corpse Quasi-Saint. However, his fifth revolution body was no weaker than the sixth revolution of the Mysterious Art.
Under such circumstances, one could imagine how much merit was consumed.
However, at his current stage, he no longer felt the loss of merit. Every time he consumed a portion of merit, it meant that his strength had increased by an inch.
Some people said that one could become a saint with endless merit, but what kind of saint would that be? He was just a pseudo-saint that was inferior to even a virtuous saint.
After witnessing the might of a Saint, how could he be willing to become an existence that seemed to be a Saint yet not a Saint?
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