Chapter 608: Mid-stage Nascent Soul

The Far South Continent.

The border between the Northern and Southern Territories.

A wall that soared into the clouds, like a mountain range stretching tens of millions of miles from east to west, stood tall upon the border.

The gods of the fourth-generation divine court had constructed this High Wall Magical Net. To maintain their power and resist the growing hostility of the Far South Continent, they had each contributed a portion of their Divine Kingdoms and their dominion over laws.

Thanks to this, the gods of the Southern Territory could maintain a veneer of decency.

They didn’t have to resort to the unrestrained blood sacrifices used by the gods of the Northern Territory to maintain their power, which had caused the Northern Territory’s civilization to regress into a slave society.

The gods of the Southern Territory relied more on faith to maintain their Divine Power levels.

Therefore, the Southern Territory’s civilization was relatively advanced. It had retained an agrarian feudal system, and its population was quite dense.

Only a dense population could produce enough power of faith to maintain the glory of the gods, allowing these ancient and decadent beings to continue their precarious existence.

At this time, it was the middle of the autumn harvest.

On the open plains, golden ears of wheat swayed in the wind like waves.

Rees, his skin tanned dark from the sun, was dressed in thin work clothes. Like the other farmers, he swung his sickle, sweat pouring down as he harvested wheat in the fields.

“Whew…”

The heavy manual labor and scorching sun had left Rees’s forehead beaded with sweat.

‘It’s so hot… If only a cloud would provide some shade…’ Rees thought.

At that very moment…

HUMMM.

A sound of rushing, turbulent air suddenly echoed from high in the sky.

The next moment, a vast shadow fell over the farmland.

Hundreds of farmers found themselves sheltered by the shadow, getting a temporary reprieve from the scorching sun.

But at that moment, not a single one of them had any mind for their labor.

“Goddess above!”

“What is that?!”

The Ghostly Flood Dragon—hundreds of yards long, black, majestic, and like a floating mountain—streaked across the sky, trailing a blood-red streamer of light like a comet!

Li Jinhua stood at the prow, observing the terrified natives kneeling and begging for mercy below. “Mr. Su, is this the Southern Territory?” she asked with keen interest.

Beside her stood the Cangyuan Dragon Monarch, a similar curiosity on his face as his golden pupils faintly shimmered.

‘The sights of a foreign land… truly fascinating…’

After the Nascent Soul Grand Ceremony, these two Nascent Soul True Monarchs had responded to Su Ye’s invitation and traveled with him to the Southern Region.

Su Ye had returned to the Southern Region to take charge of the Nanyaoguang Corporation. He then traveled to the Far South Continent, drove out the colonial forces of the Jade Void Sword Sect, and was now continuing to expand southward to open up the Southern Territory!

After all, Su Ye needed Spiritual Springs to quickly accumulate Magical Power and advance his cultivation realm.

He had already refined most of the Spiritual Springs in the Northern Territory, leaving their Spiritual Spring Origins nearly depleted. Therefore, Su Ye had no choice but to set his sights on the Spiritual Springs of the Southern Territory!

To this end, he invited two Nascent Soul True Monarchs and organized a group of elites from the True Treasure Pavilion and Nanyaoguang Corporation to accompany him.

He hadn’t forgotten that killing the Far South Continent’s natives would increase the world’s hostility toward him. Su Ye didn’t want to get too much blood on his own hands, so he had to let others do the work.

Additionally, Cangyuan Dragon Monarch was accompanying him to guard against the Nether Mirror.

During the battle in the Mist Forest Divine Kingdom, Su Ye had not only ruined the Nether Mirror’s scheme, but he had also used his attribute panel to forcibly steal Its Netherworld Skill.

One could imagine how deep the Nether Mirror’s hatred for him was.

With Cangyuan Dragon Monarch accompanying him, Su Ye would be much safer while refining the Spiritual Springs.

…

Soon.

WHOOSH.

The Ghostly Flood Dragon soared through the sky, passing over numerous wildernesses, villages, and towns.

Powerful natives along the route attempted to intercept the Ghostly Flood Dragon, a naturally futile endeavor.

Without Su Ye even needing to act, the elite cultivators aboard the Ghostly Flood Dragon easily took care of these audacious natives.

「Several days later.」

Guided by his sensitivity to Spiritual Qi, Su Ye piloted the Ghostly Flood Dragon to a bustling city.

The city boasted soaring Obsidian gates, a majestic Pyramid Divine Hall, and an Aerial Garden with flowing springs. Its population was extremely dense, numbering nearly ten million.

It was no less impressive than immortal cities like Cloud Sea and Linyue.

‘A fifth-tier Spiritual Spring!’

Su Ye’s eyes narrowed. He could sense it with perfect clarity: there was a fifth-tier Spiritual Spring within the city!

Furthermore, its Spiritual Energy Concentration was quite high; it was at least a mid-stage, fifth-tier Spiritual Spring. If he refined it completely, Su Ye’s cultivation could advance to the Mid-stage Nascent Soul realm!

This was precisely why he had come.

—It was a well-known fact: Spiritual Springs were Su Ye’s natural habitat.

Of course, in such a densely populated place, a fifth-tier Spiritual Spring was naturally not without a master.

VMMMM.

A pillar of purple light erupted from the city’s divine hall, soaring into the heavens!

A white-haired old man with a wizened face emerged from the pillar of light. He wore deep purple robes and a Mage’s hat, and held a simple wooden Magic Staff.

A Divine Incarnation!

‘A mortal who ascended to godhood?’

‘A deified Mage?’

Su Ye glanced over, slightly surprised.

Magical professions were relatively rare in the Far South Continent and practically nonexistent in the Northern Territory.

The ignorant and backward theocratic slave society fundamentally lacked the conditions for Casters to thrive. Even the children of nobility who possessed Caster aptitude were more inclined to become Priests.

“Outsiders, what business brings you here?”

The old Mage in the purple robe narrowed his eyes and spoke.

This bustling city, along with hundreds of surrounding villages and towns, was his domain of faith. He was the legendary Grand Arcanist, the great ascended one, the ‘God of Knowledge’.

By rights, if even other gods were to enter uninvited, he could simply hit them with a ‘Great Splitting Skill’ and forcibly expel them.