Chapter 782 - 771: Full Level Meditation Technique

Yuan Yin, Yuan Yao felt their guts and hearts splitting, truly unable to comprehend how Ding Ling accomplished this.

Even formidable generals like Jii Ling and Le Jiu couldn’t understand.

He clearly looked like a new ghost!

And he wasn’t very tall either.

How could he be so overwhelmingly mighty?! He actually instantly killed Lei Bo’s three generals.

Even Jii Ling couldn’t do that!

"Young Master, run quickly!"

Jii Ling shouted:

"I will hold him off!"

Having said that.

He charged at Ding Ling with the Three-Pointed Two-Blade:

"I shall fight you to the death!"

Ding Ling sighed softly, shook his head, and pointed casually.

Clang!

Sword Qi surged from his fingertip like a bolt of lightning.

In the next instant!

A series of *bang bang bang* sounds erupted.

Everyone, including Jii Ling, Yuan Yao, and Yuan Yin, was hit in their vitals, collapsing dead on the ground.

"Am I cursed?!"

"Dying once, now I have to die again?!"

Yuan Yao and Yuan Yin were filled with unwillingness, annoyance, regret, anger, sorrow, despair:

"This time if I die, I might truly be extinguished forever?! I don’t want to die! I still want to reincarnate and be born as a person again!"

Regarding revenge.

Yuan Yao and Yuan Yin naturally craved it from the bottom of their hearts.

That’s why when they saw Ding Ling again, they were ecstatic, especially noticing Ding Ling was a new ghost which stirred an unprecedented killing intent!

Seize Ding Ling’s weakness! The thought of taking Ding Ling’s life arose naturally!

However...

Once they attacked and sensed Ding Ling’s terrifying power, they each regretted it deeply.

"This guy died yet he’s so much stronger than us! How is that possible?! Is he cheating?!"

"Incomprehensible!"

"Unbelievable!"

"He’s a new ghost! When I was a new ghost, I was extremely weak, and it took years to reach this level. Ding Ling just entered the Netherworld, he should reasonably be very weak, how is he so strong?!"

...

Jii Ling, Le Jiu, and other formidable generals were stamped with shock, confusion, and bewilderment!

It’s as if their worldview and understanding were overturned.

To put it simply.

In their understanding: Water flows from high to low, newcomers in the Netherworld are inevitably weak!

But now.

Water seemed to flow from low to high!

How could this not leave them bewildered!

Ding Ling’s Sword Realm enveloped all Stream of Consciousness, then began stripping away information.

He chose Jii Ling, Le Jiu, Yuan Yao, and other powerful figures to extract from.

Compared to the human world Yuan Yao.

This Netherworld’s Yuan Yao was nearly three meters tall, extremely formidable, comparable in strength to a grand Celestial Being in the Celestial Human Realm, easily matching an ordinary Grandmaster Peak powerhouse!

Yet even so.

Facing Ding Ling, armed with Flawless Great Perfection, Saint-Grade Golden Core Spirit-empowered Sword Spirit, they stood no chance.

Let alone Sword Spirit forever in the realm state, Jii Ling and these souls had no chance to harm him.

At this moment.

Ding Ling was swiftly stripping the Stream of Consciousness.

Stripping took only an instant.

Less than one-tenth.

The remaining ninety percent merged into the Heaven and Earth.

Though it was less than one-tenth.

This one-tenth of several individuals allowed Ding Ling to obtain many useful techniques and information.

[Qi Cultivation Skill Full Level]

[Meditation Technique Full Level]

[Ghost Soldier Condensation Technique Full Level]

[Ghost Soldier Forging Technique Full Level]

After the four techniques reached full level.

Ding Ling activated the Ghost Soldier Condensation Technique, reached into the void, swoosh! Rushing Ghost Qi swarmed in, shortly a long sword appeared in his hand. As Ding Ling utilized the Ghost Soldier Forging Technique, a mighty intention transformed into huge hammers pounding the sword, and within moments.

The sword was condensed into tangible form.

"Very good techniques. Though somewhat rough, they are sufficient in this world."

Ding Ling observed these techniques closely.

Meditation Technique, Qi Cultivation Skill.

Both related to Netherworld’s Ghost Qi.

Refining Ghost Qi.

Meditating on the Heaven and Earth Creation of this Netherworld.

And Ding Ling, at full level, naturally attracted Ghost Qi as he moved.

This Ghost Qi adhered to the Sword Spirit, refined by Ding Ling’s will.

But due to its small quantity and poor quality.

The assistance to Ding Ling was almost negligible.

This shows Ding Ling’s current level is too high.

Regular Qi offers almost no aid to him.

This Ghost Qi, compared to ordinary Spiritual Vitality and Primordial Qi, is extremely dense and powerful.

Yet for Ding Ling, the benefit is still almost nonexistent.

Unless Ding Ling ascends to a higher world, to absorb purer, higher-quality Spiritual Vitality, his cultivation won’t progress quickly.

Clop clop!

Ding Ling walked into the military camp.

Along the way he saw numerous Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Generals.

Every Ghost General without exception was a familiar face.

"Sui Yuanjin, Chunyu Qiong, Lü Weihuang..."

Ding Ling walked along, killing as he went.

These Ghost Generals each were over two meters tall, nearly reaching three meters.

Evidently.

All had developed quite well.

To Ding Ling’s arrival.

Initially, they were all shouting to fight and kill, but soon they were terrified and fled, unfortunately, none could escape Ding Ling’s sword!

Ding Ling simply swung his ’Ghost Sword’, and a burst of Sword Qi shot out, transforming into a galaxy-like bolt, piercing through each Ghost General.

Instantly killing Ghost Generals as if slaughtering chickens!

As for killing these ’people’.

Ding Ling had no psychological burden.

They were enemies from the start.

If in the future the Netherworld were shattered, each Ghost General here would be akin to a Grand Celestial Being, able to potentially destroy the Three Kingdoms World.

It must be said that these Ghost Generals resented him deeply, eager to kill him swiftly!

Thus...

They could not be spared.

...

The military camp was vast.

Moreover, this Netherworld is rather unique.

Sound transmission appears weak.

Ding Ling found regular Ghost Soldiers could only hear roars within twenty or thirty meters, Ghost Generals within a hundred meters.

Beyond that, they couldn’t hear.

"No wonder they only noticed once I was close."

Ding Ling understood:

"It appears I can only hear sounds within a thousand meters. Beyond that, I’m unable to. This Netherworld indeed has its peculiarities."

Considering Ding Ling’s strength?

Even he was like this.

Other Ghost Generals even less so.

Ding Ling arrived at the core tent of the military camp.

He saw two extraordinary generals over three meters tall frantically heading toward the West with two companions.

He determined it was west.

Because Ding Ling extracted much from the formidable generals’ consciousness streams, acquiring the method to discern this world’s directions.

With this, Ding Ling could accurately determine the direction in this sunless, extremely dark Netherworld.

Kun!

Ding Ling stepped on Sword Light, with a sound, amidst Star Shifting, resembling a stream of light shot across Heaven’s Edge, the next moment arriving before the four.

"Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao."