Elven cultivators

Nine Heavens Tower, cultivation room.

The light from the light source stone flowed through the four walls, illuminating the entire spacious room as bright as day, leaving no shadows.

Anton sat cross-legged in the center, his breath calm and deep.

The sword pellet hovering in front of him suddenly trembled, and a beam of dark gold sword light leaped out from the pellet, condensed slightly in mid-air, and then suddenly split apart.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight...

The sword light unfolded in layers, instantly transforming into five hundred and twelve streams of light that crisscrossed and flowed in the spacious training room, like a long river woven from starlight, drawing delicate and beautiful arcs that enveloped the entire training room in a clear and melodious sword chord.

Anton opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the torrent of golden sword light, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

After more than ten years of study and refinement, I finally overcame that hurdle.

The separation and recombination of light has been further advanced, and the number of sword lights has doubled.

Overjoyed, Anton did not stop. With a slight thought, all 512 sword lights condensed at the same time, with a very faint six-colored halo rising at their edges.

The halo was layered and surging, with an outer layer of black, a secondary gold, a middle layer of blue, and an inner layer of purple, with a dazzling white spot at its core.

It is the essence of the Six Ding Divine Fire.

After being infused with the Six Ding Divine Fire, the sword light became not only sharp but also carried an intense, all-consuming intent.

Anton then subtly moved his mind, and the six-colored halo instantly faded away, replaced by a layer of golden qi as thin as a cicada's wing, exuding a solid and firm texture.

This is the Dao essence of the Primordial True Qi.

Following that, the golden aura transformed into a soft, emerald-green radiance, like tender buds in early spring, carrying a gentle and enduring vitality.

Over the years of cultivation, Anton had long since integrated the primordial life energy into the sword light.

Now he can skillfully control the sword light to switch between five divine powers.

A sword cultivator who can achieve this level no longer relies solely on flying sword techniques, but truly integrates the way of the sword with their own cultivated supernatural abilities.

Each sword strike is not merely a flash of light, but a manifestation of the intertwining of supernatural powers and sword intent.

He has truly mastered the art of transforming one sword into all laws.

Of course, there is still a long way to go before one truly masters it.

When he can simultaneously wield sword light and unleash different divine abilities, that will be considered as having truly stepped into the threshold of mastery.

As for the even higher, ultimate realm, one must be able to simultaneously integrate several supernatural abilities into a single sword light.

A moment later, Anton withdrew his sword and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Now all that's missing is the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover."

Once the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover is upgraded to a spiritual artifact, all preparations will be complete.

Then you can challenge the Insight Challenge and the Thunder and Fire Tribulation.

Coming to his senses, Anton got up from the cultivation room, left the Nine Heavens Tower, passed through the outer city, and arrived at the Myriad Wood Spirit Transformation Array under the Eternal Tree.

The emerald green vines intertwined into a net, cradling the grayish-white egg like a cradle.

Through the increasingly thin shell, one could vaguely see a curled-up silhouette inside, with a slightly arched back and limbs tucked in, breathing in rhythm with some kind of movement.

The outline sometimes solidified like a physical entity, with each hair clearly defined, resembling a wolf beast.

Sometimes it would blur into a small, flowing wisp of gray mist in the next instant, slowly spreading and gathering again like ink in water, constantly changing.

This appearance reminded Anton of a legendary divine being.

But he quickly regained his composure, came to the egg of the old world, and slowly outlined it in the void.

Wherever the fingertips touched, magical power seeped out like threads, condensing in the air without dissipating, gradually weaving into fine and even patterns, pressing precisely onto the surface of the eggshell like weaving cloth.

Embryonic vein crossing technique.

This is a method of contracting spirit beasts recorded in the Great Dao Jade Slip, specifically used for spirit beast eggs that have not yet hatched.

Before the consciousness of the fetus is fully formed, the cultivator must use magic power to outline the spiritual patterns and cover them on the eggshell, so that the spiritual patterns can grow naturally along the consciousness meridians of the fetus and merge with its soul foundation.

Once the spirit beast hatches, it will naturally regard the tattoo artist as its closest relative and master, without the need for further taming or adjustment.

Essentially, this is a fundamental rewriting of the instinctual consciousness of a spirit beast's embryonic body.

It will not erase its nature, nor suppress its growth, but will engrave "loyalty" and "closeness" into the depths of the spirit beast's soul, making it a fundamental cognition as natural as breathing.

Compared to other contractual methods, this approach is undoubtedly much more moderate.

If successful, the loyalty of the spirit beast to its master will far exceed that of ordinary taming methods.

The only drawback is that it takes a very long time and requires continuous reinforcement of the spirit runes.

The spirit runes need to be reinforced every few months.

If the process is interrupted, the spirit runes will dissipate on their own, and the contract will be voided.

Moreover, only a Golden Core cultivator can master this kind of delicate operation that requires extremely high levels of magical power and spiritual sense.

Fortunately, none of these were problems for Anton.

For decades, he has been reinforcing the spirit patterns on the Old World Egg without interruption.

The hatching of the Old World Egg is now nearing its end.

If all goes well, incubation should be completed in the next few days.

So Anton simply sat down cross-legged in front of the battle lines and waited patiently.

Time passed day by day.

On the fifth day at noon, the grayish-white egg that had been dormant for decades finally trembled slightly.

Crack.

With a soft sound, fine, spiderweb-like cracks appeared along the center of the eggshell and then spread in all directions.

The cracks became denser and deeper.

A moment later, a wisp of grayish-white mist escaped from the crack, slowly swirling in the air like a young animal just awakened stretching its limbs.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of pale amber vertical pupils opened from the mist, carrying the bewilderment and clarity unique to newborn life, and looked straight at Anton through the thin mist.

The mist slowly gathered and condensed, gradually revealing a small outline.

A wolf cub emerged from it.

Its shoulder height only reached Anton's knees, its limbs were long and sturdy, covered with a layer of short silver-gray fur, the color of which shimmered with a faint cold light in the twilight, like a solid object formed by frost and mist under the moon.

The four claws landed silently, each step carrying an innate lightness.

Its tail is bushy like a broom, with the tip slightly upturned, and occasionally a wisp of mist will scatter from the edge before disappearing again.

The little guy stood there for a moment, then took a few steps, wobbling towards Anton, raised his head, and gently touched his ankle with the tip of his wet nose.

In that instant, Anton felt a wisp of thought spreading from it, soft and warm, clinging to his consciousness.

It contains an unreserved intimacy and dependence.

Anton smiled faintly, reached out and stroked the wolf cub's head, causing the cub to whimper in pleasure.

Seeing what he had just witnessed, he finally became certain of his guess.

In ancient times, there were many divine beings, including wolves.

Each of them possesses unique abilities.

They possess the [Frostbite] technique, which allows them to control the laws of frost and breathe out icy breath that can freeze the earth wherever it passes.

There is a being called "Night Shadow," who can leap and move between shadows and master the laws of shadows.

They possess the power to tear through space, and their claws can even rip through space itself—the [Sky Fang].

...and so on.

The various signs that this young beast showed even before it was born, including the misty patterns on its shell, the elusive aura, the ever-changing outline, and the ability to transform into mist just now... all these signs are extremely similar to those of a legendary divine wolf.

【Fog Howl】

A divine wolf that can control the fog and transform into the fog itself.

Among the divine wolves of ancient times, Mist Howl was considered one of the most elite.

Its abilities are versatile, combining offense and defense, making it extremely difficult to deal with whether it's a sneak attack or a head-on confrontation.

For Anton, hatching such a divine creature was undoubtedly a very pleasant surprise.

After a moment of joy, Anton looked down at the Fog Howl, who was gently rubbing its nose against his boots, and suddenly remembered the Bloodclaw Clan's Bloodclaw Project.

Among the divine wolves, there is one called [Bloodclaw].

It is bloodthirsty and brutal, a predator that struck fear into the hearts of countless creatures in ancient times.

When Anton first heard about Project Bloodclaw, he wondered if it was related to Bloodclaw.

After all, a project that requires spirit essence as a core material, and is named after Bloodclaw, is hard not to make people think of [Bloodclaw].

The Bloodclaw clan might possess an Old World egg of Bloodclaw, and their collection of essences is aimed at reviving Bloodclaw.

Thinking deeper, perhaps the name of the Bloodclaw clan originated from that divine wolf.

If that's the case, then the so-called Blood Claw Project probably has much bigger ambitions.

Even so, Anton didn't have too many concerns.

Even if the Bloodclaw clan really hatches Bloodclaws, it's not a big deal.

Doesn't he also have foggy weather now?

In terms of methods for cultivating divine beings, Anton was confident that he far surpassed the Bloodclaw Clan.

After all, he had the backing of the Great Dao Jade Slip, which granted him countless methods.

As he was pondering, the wolf cub at his feet suddenly nibbled at the hem of his robe and looked up at him with a soft whimper.

Anton snapped out of his daze, smiled, and suppressed his thoughts for the moment before reaching out to touch the wolf cub's head.

"Little guy, from now on I'll call you Kigakure."

"Come on, let's see what you're capable of."

Anton turned and walked towards the training ground.

Wuyin strode off and trotted alongside him, her silver-gray tail swaying gently behind her.

As soon as the man and the wolf arrived at the training ground, they heard a series of whooshing sounds.

First Elder, Third Elder, Eleanor, Roman, Cedric...

Most of the clan's high-ranking members came.

Just now, they suddenly sensed a strange and powerful aura in the Primordial City, and they rushed over in surprise.

Upon seeing Anton present, the elves all relaxed slightly, but when they saw Mist Shadow following closely at Anton's feet, they all showed expressions of surprise and confusion.

In their perception, the source of that unfamiliar yet powerful aura was none other than this seemingly tiny wolf cub.

Eleanor reacted the fastest, asking, "Could this be the divine creature hatched from the Egg of the Old World?"

She had heard Anton mention the resurrection and the hatching of the eggs of the old world before, and when she saw a creature she had never seen before but which had a powerful aura, she immediately thought of that.

The other spirits then realized what was happening and looked curiously at Mist Shadow.

After all, it was a divine being.

They are legendary beings who possess demigod-level power upon reaching adulthood, and whose peak power can even rival that of gods.

In the past, they had only seen descriptions of divine beings in some ancient books, and they never thought that one day they would be able to see them with their own eyes.

Roman curiously stepped forward and reached out to touch Wuyin, but the latter nimbly dodged him.

"Ha!"

The little guy bared his teeth at her as if in warning.

With divine blood flowing through its veins, it possesses one of the noblest bloodlines in the world.

If it weren't for its owner's intervention, it would have already taught this daring creature a lesson.

Ignoring Wuyin's resistance and warnings, Roman asked Anton with great interest, "What kind of divine creature is this?"

"Fog howls," Anton said with a slight smile.

The most knowledgeable elder's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "The legendary divine wolf that can control and transform into mist?"

Anton smiled and nodded.

Seeing the other elves' puzzled expressions, the Grand Elder explained the origin of the Fog Howl with a broad smile.

When the elves present heard that the wolf cub before them possessed the highest bloodline among the divine beings of the wolf clan, their gazes towards it changed.

With a casual wave of his hand, Anton summoned the Jia Shen Divine General silently to the center of the arena.

Kirigakure seemed to sense the threat, lowered its body, its short silver-gray fur bristled slightly, and let out a low whimper.

It circled Anton a few steps, then looked up at him. Seeing Anton nod slightly, it seemed to have received permission. With a leap, it instantly transformed into a thick, grayish-white mist and swept towards the Jia Shen God General.

The fog spread extremely quickly, enveloping the Jia Shen Divine General in the blink of an eye.

The entire training ground seemed to be swallowed by a thick wall of fog, and visibility plummeted. Even the elves watching from a distance unconsciously squinted, trying to see through the churning fog to make out what was happening inside.

However, fog does not simply obscure the view.

It surged like a living creature, instantly coalescing into a giant wolf phantom several meters tall, opening its blood-red maw made of gray-white mist to bite down on the Jia Shen God General.

The Jia Shen God General did not move an inch, but slashed out with the sword in his hand, instantly shattering the giant wolf phantom. His movements were clean and swift.

Realizing the strength of their opponent, Wuyin quickly changed their strategy, no longer engaging in direct combat. Instead, they manipulated the mist to disperse into countless tiny wisps, which, like venomous snakes, coiled around the joints and gaps in the armor of General Jiashen, binding him in place.

It hides in the fog, constantly launching surprise attacks from all directions.

Unfortunately, they were still blocked one by one by the Jia Shen Divine General.

For most of the time, General Jia Shen only defended and did not attack, allowing Wu Yin to launch offensives.

This will allow us to more clearly see the strength of the Hidden Mist Village.

"It's roughly equivalent to the strength of a senior legendary rank." The elder's face showed amazement. "To possess such great power so soon after birth, it truly lives up to its reputation as a divine being."

The other elves all agreed.

This strength is already comparable to many of them.

After observing the battle for a while, Anton saw that the test was almost complete and then recalled Wuyin.

The mist in the training ground instantly converged around Anton like rivers flowing into the sea, reforming into the shape of a wolf cub.

It was on all fours, its fur was slightly darker than before, and its breathing was a little rapid, but its vertical pupils were still incredibly bright, with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, eager to continue its attack.

"That's all for today, little one. You'll have plenty of opportunities to play later."

Anton reached out and rubbed its head, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Although Wuyin was suppressed by Jiashen Divine General throughout their tentative exchange, its combat instincts and innate abilities have already begun to emerge.

Manipulating the fog, transforming into the fog, ambushing and attacking from within the fog... he used each method with considerable skill, not at all like a newborn.

This is a combat talent inherited from the bloodline of a divine being.

In any case, Anton was very satisfied with the potential shown by Kirigakure.

If properly nurtured, the clan will be able to produce another Saint-level combatant within a few decades.