HPDBC Chapter 611 Sainthood Can Be Achieved in 5 Years
Chapter 611 Sainthood Can Be Achieved in 5 Years
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time, the entire Tai Xuan Holy Land was peaceful and calm.
During this time, Lin Hanzhou also learned about the general situation in Dongzhou.
Well, although the Tai Xuan Holy Land is the strongest and the overlord of the Eastern Continent, the other three holy lands are not weak either.
Moreover, according to rumors, the Tai Xuan Holy Land has been on a downward trend in recent years.
This is clearly quite different from the Tai Xuan Holy Land that Gu Changkong boasted about.
At this moment, inside the Holy Son's Cave in the Tai Xuan Holy Land, Lin Hanzhou was sitting quietly cross-legged on a lotus platform carved from top-grade warm jade.
The cave's interior was incredibly spacious, with the surrounding rock walls inlaid with countless luminous pearls the size of longan eyes, emitting a soft yet bright glow that illuminated the entire meditation chamber in every detail.
A faint, exotic fragrance filled the air; it was the calming incense burning in a corner of the cave.
This spice, made from hundreds of rare and precious herbs, is priceless. Even a piece the size of a fingernail would be enough to cause a frenzy of bidding among cultivators from small sects in an outside auction house.
However, here, it is merely an auxiliary consumable for Lin Hanzhou's daily cultivation.
Lin Hanzhou closed his eyes slightly, his breathing long and rhythmic, each breath seemingly in harmony with some mysterious rhythm of this world.
A faint golden halo of flames appeared on his body surface.
This is no ordinary fire, but the original sacred fire unique to his heaven-defying physique—the Heaven-Burning Sacred Body.
Golden flames surged and roared through his meridians, purifying and compressing the immense spiritual energy flowing into his body again and again, ultimately transforming it into the purest spiritual energy.
In fact, with the special upgrade methods that Lin Hanzhou now possesses, he doesn't need to meditate and cultivate like this at all.
However, with the opening time of the Imperial Pass fast approaching, he had to make the most of every minute to cultivate.
Therefore, daily meditation practice remains an essential part of his routine.
While cultivating, Lin Hanzhou secretly calculated his progress in his cultivation.
With his current top-tier physique and aptitude, coupled with the countless cultivation insights and profound understanding of the Great Dao accumulated in his previous life, as long as he continues to cultivate step by step, he is absolutely confident that he can break through the shackles of heaven and earth and step into the "Saint Realm" that countless cultivators dream of in ten years at most.
Achieving sainthood in ten years!
If this speed were to spread, the entire Eastern Continent, and even the vast universe, would be shaken to its core.
It should be understood that even for ordinary geniuses who start cultivating from the womb, it would take at least several hundred or even a thousand years to overcome the numerous hurdles such as the Dao Palace, the Four Extremes, the Dragon Transformation, and the Immortal Platform, and finally achieve sainthood.
But for him, it only takes a mere ten years!
Moreover, Lin Hanzhou had an even more outrageous plan in mind.
If, during these ten years, the Tai Xuan Holy Land could devote all its resources to supplying him with countless rare and precious materials and divine elixirs in unlimited quantities, he was even confident that he could halve this timeframe once again.
Five years!
In just five years, he will be able to reach the realm of a sage.
Just as Lin Hanzhou's mind was churning with thoughts, preparing to calm his mind and continue the next cycle of spiritual energy transfer, an extremely subtle abnormal fluctuation suddenly alerted him.
"Um?"
Lin Hanzhou raised an eyebrow and his gaze instantly locked onto an antique ring on the index finger of his right hand.
This is a storage ring of extremely high quality, with a vast internal space large enough to hold a small mountain.
At this moment, the faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation was emanating from inside the storage ring.
"Interesting. My storage ring is imprinted with my divine sense seal; no one but myself can activate what's inside. What object is emitting these fluctuations on its own?"
A sense of curiosity arose in Lin Hanzhou's heart.
He separated a wisp of his divine sense and probed into the internal space of the storage ring.
The scene inside the storage ring could be described as extremely luxurious.
Small mountains made of top-grade spirit stones radiated dazzling light; rows of jade boxes contained rare spiritual herbs that were thousands or even thousands of years old; and various magical treasures, Dao weapons, and ancient scrolls exuding powerful auras were arranged in an orderly fashion on the shelves.
Most of these items were not obtained by Lin Hanzhou himself through risking his life, but were "gifts" sent by the elders.
In the cultivation world, reality is often more stark than in the mortal world.
After Lin Hanzhou was officially named the Holy Son of Tai Xuan and rose to fame in one battle, displaying an unparalleled ability to suppress his contemporaries, the power structure within the entire Tai Xuan Holy Land instantly underwent a subtle shift.
Countless elders from both the inner and outer sects flocked to the threshold of Holy Son Peak in an effort to cultivate a good relationship with this future Holy Lord who was destined to lead the Holy Land to glory.
They generously brought out their treasured possessions, hoping to gain recognition from Lin Hanzhou.
Lin Hanzhou's guiding principle for dealing with these benefits that come to him unsolicited is very simple—accept them all.
Anyway, we'll eat the sugar coating and fire the cannonballs back; why not take free resources?
At this moment, Lin Hanzhou's divine sense rapidly traversed the mountain of congratulatory gifts, carefully investigating the source of the fluctuations.
Soon, his divine sense locked onto an inconspicuous corner.
There, some ordinary gift boxes sent by the outer sect elders were piled up haphazardly.
Inside a half-open gift box made of sandalwood, a dark blue token covered with verdigris was faintly gleaming with a cold light.
That faint fluctuation was emitted by it.
"What is this? I have absolutely no recollection of it."
With a thought, Lin Hanzhou instantly traversed space and appeared in his palm.
The token felt slightly cool to the touch; its material was neither gold nor jade, and it was quite heavy.
The front of the token is engraved with some intricate and ancient cloud patterns, while the back is bare and has no writing on it.
Lin Hanzhou recalled carefully that there were too many congratulatory gifts sent by the outer sect elders. He had only glanced at them briefly and had not checked them one by one.
However, his exceptional memory allowed him to quickly discover the origin of the token.
"I remember now, this seems to be one of the congratulatory gifts sent by Elder Zhao, who is in charge of guarding the mines in the outer sect. I think his name is... Zhao Changhe. Yes, it's one of the gifts sent by Elder Zhao."
"At the time, the gift box also contained a few thousand-year-old blood ginsengs that could barely be considered precious. This token was placed under the blood ginsengs, looking like an inconspicuous antique add-on."
Lin Hanzhou stroked the verdigris on the token's surface, his brows gradually furrowing.
Something is wrong!
Something's really wrong!
As he infused a wisp of spiritual energy into the token, the cloud patterns that were originally covered by verdigris instantly seemed to come alive, beginning to wander across the token's surface and emitting a subtle yet vast aura of law.
"This fluctuation of the law... is the product of the perfect fusion of the spatial law and the sound transmission array, and the inscription technique is extremely skillful. Even I almost misjudged it."
Lin Hanzhou's face showed a look of great interest.
This seemingly broken and scrap metal token is not an ordinary antique at all, but a communication magic weapon of extremely high quality!
It's at least a Saint-level magic weapon!
What does this mean?
In the Tai Xuan Holy Land, only elders whose cultivation has reached the Saint Realm are qualified to possess a low-grade Saint-level magic weapon.
Zhao Changhe was just an outer sect elder whose cultivation had just entered the Dao-Slaying Realm. He spent his whole life wandering around the periphery. How could he possibly possess such a rare Saint-level communication item?
Moreover, he treated this item as a mere bonus and mixed it into the congratulatory gift for himself.