Chapter 791 - 780: Thunder and Lightning Manipulation Technique
Ding Ling stepped forward, looking at Zhang Jiao, and seeing his face mixed with disbelief, anger, and a curse-like expression, he realized that getting the truth through questioning might be difficult.
He abandoned the idea of asking, and directly pointed a finger.
Poof! Poof!
Two sword lights flashed by.
In the next instant.
Two hollow pits appeared on Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao’s foreheads.
"They died just like that?!"
Scenes from the past flashed in Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao’s minds, finally freezing on two figures.
One was ethereal and god-like, tinged with eeriness and darkness.
The other was grand and majestic, with a hint of dominance and unrivaled strength.
One of the faces was that of an elderly person with white hair and a youthful complexion;
The other was none other than Ding Ling.
"Both of them are strong; how does this young man differ completely from the other one?!"
"Moreover, this young man has no ghost aura; he’s a newcomer to the Netherworld, yet he’s overwhelmingly powerful! I’ve already reached the supreme of this realm, yet I’ve been defeated? This, this, it’s incredible! Is he an envoy from the Immortal Realm?"
Such a thought suddenly popped into Zhang Jiao’s mind, shortly before being engulfed and shrouded by endless darkness.
He truly perished.
[Taiping Sutra Rain Summoning Skill Full Level]
[Thunder and Lightning Manipulation Technique Full Level]
[Divine Meditation Technique Full Level]
[Divine Ghost Blade Forging Technique Full Level]
[Divine Ghost Blade Condensation Technique Full Level]
...
The Sword Realm encompassed them.
It began to strip away Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao’s consciousness information flow.
In just a moment.
Ding Ling had gained mastery over hundreds of various techniques and laws.
He was quietly shaken.
Because among these techniques and laws, remarkably, three tenths, over twenty of them, were above Martial Arts Golden Core Level.
The Taiping Sutra even reached the Primordial Spirit level!
"Incredible."
Ding Ling praised.
That there were Primordial Spirit level techniques and laws in the Historical Plane was beyond Ding Ling’s imagination.
"From Zhang Jiao’s memories, it seems his Taiping Sutra was indeed taught by an elderly man."
Ding Ling meticulously reviewed about two-tenths of the consciousness information flow.
He obtained some fragmented information.
Zhang Jiao was known to be a genius.
His talent in practicing magic was considered exceptional by his generation.
Only few knew about it.
Yet Nanhua Old Immortal somehow learned of Zhang Jiao’s excellence, found Zhang Jiao, and bestowed upon him a scroll of the Taiping Sutra.
The techniques and laws recorded in the Taiping Sutra were so heaven-defying and extraordinary.
No matter how formidable Zhang Jiao was, he could not cultivate them to the Perfect Realm.
Because the barriers and restrictions of the Historical Plane were extremely powerful, hence if Zhang Jiao used them forcibly, the likelihood of heavenly retribution he might face was without a doubt.
Zhang Jiao’s death, without a doubt, was caused by the frequent use of these heaven-defying techniques and laws, being cursed and counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao.
"However, Zhang Jiao found himself thriving in the Netherworld, simply because the upper limit of this Netherworld was exceedingly high, making it more than adequate to accommodate one at Shattering Level. Zhang Jiao’s cultivation of the Taiping Sutra here naturally surged, achieving more and more each day."
Just after Zhang Jiao had entered this Netherworld.
The Divine Ghost Blade Condensation and Forging Techniques were already carved into his mind.
Along with Divine Meditation and Divine-level Qi Cultivation Techniques.
So-called Divine Level.
In truth, it reached Martial Arts Golden Core Level.
Achieving such level in Meditation and Qi Cultivation Techniques was extremely frightening.
Ding Ling slightly activated the Meditation Technique, and the land within twenty thousand miles in the Earth Realm reflected into the Sea of Consciousness, making the Divine Meditation Technique at least twenty times stronger than the Advanced Meditation Technique!
Similarly with the Divine-level Qi Cultivation Technique.
So much that every breath Ding Ling took, he could absorb ghost qi from within a hundred miles.
Ding Ling tossed the Ghost Sword in hand into the void.
Activating the Divine Ghost Blade Condensation and Forging Techniques.
In an instant.
Whirling ghost qi surged toward the Ghost Sword.
The quality of the Ghost Sword rapidly escalated before the eyes.
In a moment.
It reached High Tier Divine Weapon.
In another moment, it achieved Divine Weapon Perfection Level.
It completely devoured the shattered soul qi and ghost qi of Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and others, thus allowing it to advance so rapidly in a short time.
After reaching this tier of the Ghost Sword.
It was no weaker than the Snow-Drinking Saber.
"Unbelievable."
Ding Ling was moved.
This combination of Divine Ghost Blade Condensation and Forging Techniques was simply like having a cheat code.
"Who invented them?"
Ding Ling once again searched through the memory points.
And found some clues.
"It turns out all the secrets are buried in the South."
"Also, in Zhang Jiao’s memory, there is a persistent, eerie, dark figure imprinted."
"Who is the protagonist of that figure?"
Ding Ling’s gaze shifted southward.
"Seems I need to take a journey to the South."
With a rapid shift, Ding Ling was out of the Yellow Turban Army’s camp, heading straight to the South.
Until he was far away.
The chaotic Yellow Turban Legion camp finally seemed to regain some tranquility.
All ghost generals and ghost soldiers were looking at each other, their faces filled with shock, bewilderment, fear, and helplessness:
"The Great Virtuous Master is dead. What do we do?!"
"Terrifying guy. He’s called Ding Ling? The one people often speak of as the Sword God, Guardian, First-Rank Prince of the Great Wei Kingdom?!"
"Horrifying! How can such an irregular character exist in the world? The Great Virtuous Master was instantly killed! This, this, the world is far more terrifying than we imagined!"
...
Ding Ling’s massacre within the Yellow Turban Army camp.
Made these ghost generals and ghost soldiers unable to recover or forget Ding Ling, this man who seemed like a god or demon!
Furthermore, as time went on.
Whenever they saw a similar silhouette. These ghost generals and ghost soldiers would flee in terror.
Making these ’true new ghosts’ completely lost and bewildered.
Yet they could not know that they were blessed by Ding Ling!
...
In the mind of Ding Ling, the Divine Meditation Technique operated constantly.
The scenery within twenty thousand miles was vivid and distinct.
Soon.
He understood the general situation in the South.
A scene of darkness and desolation, like a bog, and more like a stagnant pool!
Only this Southern region occupied areas ten times wider than all the areas combined in the North, East, and West.
"This Netherworld is huge!"
Ding Ling’s Divine Meditation Technique reached its peak.
Various detailed situations reflected in the Sea of Consciousness.
Ding Ling saw it more clearly.
There was a giant serpent, large enough to devour the heavens and obscure the sun, continuously gathering ghost and soul qi in the Netherworld. With each breath, the serpent seemed to grow stronger.
And each time it grew stronger.
The sky of the Netherworld darkened a degree, simultaneously sinking a little.
"Hmm?!"
Ding Ling was shocked, transfixed:
"Could it be this ghostly thing causing trouble?"
He approached for a closer look.
This glance.
Also made him gasp.
Because this giant serpent was actually composed of densely stacked mountain ranges.
Upon closer inspection.
No serpents were visible.
Only a sight of towering mountain ranges.
Only with some distance.
Using the Divine Meditation Technique, could he sense and see the serpent.
"Is the Divine Meditation Technique a self-saving act of the Netherworld’s Heavenly Dao and Earth Dao, thus engraved into all new ghosts’ Sea of Consciousness?"