Elven cultivators

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Summer of the year 9398 in the Dawn Calendar.

Subspace.

Hundreds of black gold sword lights darted and clashed across the plains, like an inverted galaxy cascading down, covering the sky and leaving no room for escape.

Wherever the sword light passed, the dragon soul's roar abruptly ceased.

Those semi-spirit monsters that once gave countless elite allied forces headaches were as fragile as paper in the face of the torrent of Xuanjin sword light.

The enormous soul was cut into countless tiny specks of light, which floated in the void like a swarm of fireflies in summer, illuminating the entire wasteland with an uncertain interplay of light and shadow.

From a distance, it looks like a golden torrent surging and churning across the wasteland, leaving nothing but barren land in its wake.

The battle ended within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Anton raised his hand and summoned the Soul-Gathering Cauldron from his sleeve. The lid of the cauldron opened slightly, and a bluish-gray halo surged out like a tide, sweeping away all the points of light in the sky.

Not far away, Cedric watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh softly, "The patriarch's strength is becoming more and more unfathomable."

A look of amazement also flashed in the Second Elder's eyes.

Apart from the Third Elder staying behind to oversee the clan and not accompanying them, the Second Elder and Cedric joined the team after stabilizing their cultivation levels.

Before this, although they knew that their clan leader was very strong, they still felt a shock from the bottom of their hearts every time they saw Anton make a move.

In contrast, the Grand Elder and Roman, having seen much more, remained relatively calm.

The Silver Moon Squad now boasts five legendary-level combatants.

This includes Anton, a legendary figure at the pinnacle of his career.

Such a lineup is second to none among the elite squads of the entire Annihilation Fortress.

Anton reached out and beckoned, and the Soul-Gathering Cauldron slowly floated down from mid-air, hovering above his palm.

The cauldron was nearly half full of spiritual liquid, its pale golden surface gleaming softly in the reflection of the cauldron's walls.

Anton nodded in satisfaction.

The process of increasing magical power went more smoothly than expected.

With years of accumulation and the aid of the high-concentration energy environment of the Primordial Spirit Realm, his magical power had already reached its limit.

The elixir energy was abundant and flowed freely, leaving no room for further growth.

The nourishing process of the Golden Elixir was also faster than expected.

Over the years, he has been hunting dragon souls in the subspace, refining their essence in the Soul-Gathering Cauldron before absorbing them. In addition, he has also refined many pills for consumption, using a two-pronged approach.

The halo around the Golden Core has now solidified to its limit, like steel that has been forged millions of times, leaving almost no room for loosening.

"Once I absorb all this dragon soul essence, my Golden Core should reach its limit."

Anton pondered for a moment, then put away the Soul-Gathering Cauldron and called for everyone to continue on their way.

After walking for only fifteen minutes, they sensed spatial fluctuations.

Without hesitation, the group immediately rushed over and found a spatial node in the wilderness ahead.

Meanwhile, four or five teams had already gathered in front of the spatial node.

As soon as the Silver Moon Squad appeared, these elite allied troops immediately recognized Anton, who was walking in front, and their faces lit up with surprise and delight.

"Lord Anton, it's nice to see you again."

"What a coincidence!"

"That's great. With Lord Anton here, our chances of attacking the spatial node are much higher now."

A group of people immediately rushed forward, greeting and saying hello with warm smiles on their faces.

Without any further pleasantries, Anton said directly, "Everyone, no need to wait, let's go in now."

No one raised any objections.

Normally, they would need to gather at least a dozen teams before daring to enter the space node.

But things are different with Anton around.

This guy was a formidable figure who dared to step into a spatial node with only two members of his clan and ultimately succeeded in destroying it.

The fighting force present now is much greater than before, so they naturally have no worries.

So everyone immediately entered the spatial node.

The result is no suspense.

With Anton's current strength, he didn't even need to use the Jia Shen Divine General; he easily killed the royal dragon guarding the space node.

After that, the remaining dragons and pure-blooded dragonborn were slaughtered by the Silvermoon Squad and a group of elite allied forces.

"Haha, that's great!"

After emerging from the spatial node, a dwarf, leaning on his warhammer, grinned broadly, his face filled with exhilarating joy.

"Fighting alongside Lord Anton was so easy; I barely even sustained any injuries."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces filled with the same feelings of gratitude and relief.

The awe in their eyes as they looked at Anton was even deeper than before.

The legendary Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is indeed ridiculously powerful.

With him present, attacking spatial nodes was as easy as a routine task.

Anton remained calm, nodded slightly to the group as a farewell, and then turned and left with the members of the Silver Moon Squad.

By the time they returned to Annihilation Fortress, it was completely dark.

Instead of going to the Burning Beacon Hall, Anton went straight back to his residence.

In the basement of the stone building, the light of the teleportation array flowed slowly in the dim space, emitting a soft silver-white halo.

Anton stepped into the teleportation array, and with a flash of light, he was back in the Primordial City.

Back in the quiet room of the Nine Heavens Tower, he sat cross-legged, took out the Soul-Gathering Cauldron from his sleeve, and began to absorb the essence of the dragon soul by circulating his cultivation technique.

A misty vapor escaped from the cauldron, like a pale golden ribbon, drawing a graceful arc in the air before disappearing into his slightly open mouth.

The mist entered his throat, and the warm current flowed down his meridians, eventually entering his dantian and being slowly absorbed by the golden elixir.

The halo around the Golden Core trembled slightly, and the five-colored light became even brighter than before.

Anton closed his eyes and concentrated on his cultivation.

As the essence of the dragon soul was absorbed by the golden core, the extremely solidified halo finally began to change.

It no longer passively absorbs energy, but begins to collapse inward, like a forming vortex, frantically devouring the surrounding energy.

The volume of the golden elixir remained unchanged, but its texture became even denser.

The five-colored radiance on the surface also changed from its previous softness to a bright and solid one, like glass that had been repeatedly tempered by a raging fire, transparent yet exuding an indescribable calmness.

I don't know how much time passed.

When the last wisp of essence in the Soul-Gathering Cauldron was completely absorbed, the Golden Core trembled violently.

The halo of light shone brightest in that instant, its five-colored rays like burning flames, enveloping the entire golden core.

Then, the light suddenly dimmed.

The golden core returned to calm, quietly floating in the dantian, like a star that had been sleeping for millions of years, restrained and profound.

Anton opened his eyes, a fleeting look of joy on his face.

I've finally nurtured the Golden Elixir to its limit.

Next, we can begin to condense the true seal of magical power.

The condensation of magical power can be roughly divided into three gradual stages.

The first stage is the formation of the true embryo.

Cultivators need to open up a "seal pool" inside the Golden Core.

To put it simply, it's a miniature space.

Then, within the inkwell, using divine sense as a brush and magical power as ink, he outlined the basic framework of the True Seal of Magical Power.

This process is extremely meticulous.

It's like building a miniature palace in the void; every detail must be precise.

The stability of the framework directly determines the success or failure of the subsequent integration of rules.

The second stage is the integration of the rules.

Once the initial embryonic form of the True Seal is stable, the cultivator needs to imprint their understanding of the laws into the embryonic form one by one.

This is not a simple copy and paste, but rather the transformation of intangible and mysterious principles into tangible imprints that can be solidified in the inkwell.

Each time a law is incorporated, the true seal of magical power will become stronger.

The cultivator's communication with the laws of heaven and earth will also be smoother.

Anton's goal is to gather the true seals of the five elements.

This means that he will need to integrate the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

This is a great test of his comprehension, knowledge, and character.

After completing the first two stages, the third stage will naturally follow.

Once the initial embryonic form of the True Seal is 'activated,' it will automatically absorb the energy of heaven and earth, deeply integrate with the Golden Core, and become a complete True Seal of Magic Power.

At that time, cultivators will advance to the third level of the Golden Core stage, greatly enhancing their supernatural powers and gaining more control over the laws.

At the same time, one can also begin to nurture the nascent soul.

Anton banished his distracting thoughts, took a deep breath, and sank his consciousness into the depths of his golden core.

The light from the outside world quickly faded from my consciousness, replaced by a void of darkness.

That is the world inside the Golden Core.

There is no up, down, left, or right; only boundless nothingness.

Anton's divine sense slowly spread out in this void, cutting and carving in the void like a carving knife.

In the void of darkness, a blurry outline began to emerge.

At first, it was just a very faint mark, like a finger casually tracing across a dusty mirror.

But as the divine sense continued to refine it, the outline gradually became more regular.

The edges are clear, the bottom is flat, and the four corners are distinct.

From blurry to clear, from rough to refined.

Like a master sculptor carefully polishing a rough jade, each cut is precise and restrained, neither too fast nor too slow.

The size of this inkwell determines the scale of the true seal of magical power.

The larger the seal pool, the more laws it can contain, and the more powerful the magical seal that is ultimately formed.

However, the difficulty of opening up the seal pool is also higher.

Anton's goal is to condense the Five Elements True Seals, so the Seal Pool must be large enough to accommodate the seals of the five laws at the same time.

This is a gradual process that cannot be rushed.

The divine sense sculpted the golden core day after day.

Anton was so engrossed in his own world that he was oblivious to everything around him.

There is no distinction between day and night in the quiet room; only the soft light from the light source stone flows silently.

Time slips away quietly.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

As the divine sense made its final stroke, the golden core trembled slightly, and the miniature space inside it had completely stabilized.

Without letting up, Anton began to sketch out the basic framework of the true seal.

Compared to creating a seal pool, this process is relatively simpler.

The divine sense, like the finest engraving needle, swiftly traversed the inkwell.

Trajectories were drawn out, crisscrossing and interconnected.

More than ten days later, a complex and symmetrical mysterious pattern appeared in the inkwell.

The lines are layered yet orderly, with the distance between them precise to the millimeter.

Viewed from above, it resembles a miniature star map, or a symmetrical flower in full bloom.

As the last stroke was made, the entire pattern suddenly lit up.

Golden light burst forth from the bottom of the inkwell, illuminating the entire inkwell.

The lines are no longer independent trajectories, but are interconnected and echo each other, forming a natural whole.

The light flowed and swirled in the inkwell, like a living thing, rushing and circling along every trajectory, finally converging in the center of the inkwell, transforming into a solid core of light.

The true seal is formed in its initial stage.