Elven cultivators

The year was 9480 in the Dawn Calendar.

The Great Whirlpool Sea Area, a Deep-Sea Volcanic Zone.

The five-colored light flowed silently underwater, filtered by the seawater into a soft rainbow.

Anton sat in the center of the harmonizing pool, with two swirling clouds above his head.

One of the flowers had solidified to the point of being almost tangible, its five colors swirling like solidified glass.

As time passed, the other flower gradually lost its last shimmering lightness and settled completely, hanging heavily above the door.

Anton slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The second cloud has been formed.

The next step is to condense a third cloud, which will allow the three clouds to converge and form the Dharma body.

Anton stretched and smiled slightly.

Besides condensing the Qi Clouds, the cultivation of his supernatural powers is also progressing very smoothly.

He has now completely mastered the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, controlling it at will.

Significant progress has also been made in the separation and recombination of light beams. It is estimated that in a while, we will be able to make further progress and break through the number of sword beams to more than two thousand.

At that time, his strength will see a leap forward.

Unfortunately, the time spent mastering the Tai Xuan Yi Qi Five Elements Great Hand, the Tai Xuan Yuan Han Zhen Gang, and the Hao Yi San Yang Qi was still too short.

The Dao essence of the three is far from being able to merge with the sword light; otherwise, the power of "One Sword Transforms into Myriad Laws" could be even greater.

The One Thought Absolute Sword, a path of killing swords, is also difficult to cultivate.

After all these years of study, Anton has only scratched the surface; true mastery is still a long way off.

However, the difficulty of cultivating a supernatural power is often proportional to its power, which makes him even more eager to see what this supernatural power will look like when it is truly mastered.

Composing himself, Anton rose from the harmonizing pool and swam toward the sea.

Not long ago, he suddenly had a premonition and vaguely sensed that something seemed to have happened on the other side of the mist.

However, he was at a crucial point in completely solidifying the Qi Cloud at that time, and after confirming that the little guy was not in danger, he did not rush back immediately.

Now that my cultivation has come to an end, it's time to go back and take a look.

The moment the sea broke through the surface, the sunlight fell on Anton without any obstruction.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty smell, swept over me, bringing a refreshing and invigorating sensation that was completely different from the deep sea.

However, this peace lasted for less than half a breath.

On the distant sea, a muffled rumble rolled across the surface, and lightning danced and intertwined along the crests of the waves, spreading out a flickering silvery-white electric grid at the horizon.

Anton's divine sense spread out and quickly incorporated the scene of that sea area into his perception.

Sure enough, it was Roman and Solius fighting again.

Roman's figure darted and leaped amidst the lightning, each movement leaving a silvery arc around him.

The nine golden wheels behind her kept spinning, and with each rotation, fine arcs of electricity burst from the edges, traveling along her spine and shoulders, and converging into a violent stream of light on the axe blade.

Solius's tentacles closed in from all sides, like surging walls of tide, pressing down from above in layers, narrowing Roman's room to maneuver.

But the elven girl moved like lightning, each time barely managing to slip through the gaps between the closing tentacles, and with a backhand axe, she cleaved the nearest tentacle, creating a ring of fine white marks and spreading electric ripples.

Compared to Thorius's childlike fighting style more than a decade ago, Thorius is now showing a slight tendency to take Roman's attacks seriously.

This also shows that Roman has made great progress over the years.

Anton nodded secretly as he watched.

Roman was already exceptionally talented, and with the clan providing him with a wealth of cultivation resources, his strength naturally improved at an extraordinary pace.

He has now reached the peak of the third level of power.

In terms of actual combat strength, most of the top legends are probably no match for her.

If Roman takes one more step, he can break through to the fourth level of power.

That is a significant watershed in the cultivation of strength, equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm of the Qi path, also known as the "Indestructible Golden Body".

Having cultivated to this level, one's bones and bones become harder than refined steel, making them difficult to harm even with flying swords.

Depending on their own talents and the different cultivation techniques they have inherited, they may awaken a supernatural power.

If successful, the clan will gain another Saint-level combatant.

The same goes for Eleanor.

She has now broken through the shell barrier and is currently gathering her true magical power.

Once successful, one can break through to the third level of the Golden Core stage, overwhelming ordinary peak legends with their strength.

In fact, in terms of cultivation alone, Eleanor was only one step behind Roman.

The main reason is that she devoted too much energy to clan affairs; otherwise, she wouldn't have been inferior to Roman.

After all, compared to Roman, who followed the path of physical strength, Eleanor, as a cultivator of qi, had more ways to improve her cultivation.

Examples include the Cage of Imprisoning Lightning and the Rift in the Elemental Primal Dimension.

As for the other clan leaders, their strength increased at different rates.

The Grand Elder has reached the pinnacle of legendary status, second only to Anton and Roman in strength.

The Second Elder and Cedric are veteran legends.

The Third Elder is slightly inferior, currently only reaching the strength level of a Pillar of Legend.

Elena and Darian have only recently broken through to the legendary ranks.

In addition, there are Ryan and Lucius.

Over the years, both of them successfully condensed their inner cores and advanced to become Golden Core cultivators, roughly equivalent to senior legendary figures in terms of strength.

To be honest, apart from Roman, Eleanor, Ryan, and Lucius who can be considered exceptionally talented, the other high-ranking members of the clan are not particularly outstanding in terms of aptitude.

While it would be considered excellent on the Eldron Plains, it wouldn't be considered top-tier on the entire continent.

Under normal circumstances, given their current age, only the Grand Elder might have a chance to become a legendary powerhouse, while most of the others are still struggling to comprehend the laws.

Ultimately, it was Anton who paved the way for them with the Spirit Gathering Array, the Mountain Protection Array, the Enlightenment Stele, and a vast amount of cultivation resources, which led to their rapid progress today.

Below the clan's upper echelons, the number of elves who have reached the peak of the Gold Realm and disciples who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage has already reached three digits.

Once these golden peaks have accumulated enough experience and made a complete breakthrough, they will usher in an explosive growth in legendary combat power.

By then, the Silver Moon Clan will have four or five Saints in charge and dozens of legendary warriors below, and its top-tier combat power will truly reach the level of a first-class force.

Just as Anton was pondering, the lightning on the distant sea suddenly disappeared.

Roman and Solius have finished their sparring session.

Sensing Anton's presence, Roman immediately tapped his toes and moved like lightning to get close.

"Anton, you're out of seclusion!" She grinned, patting the axe handle. "You saw the battle just now, right? Has my Nine-Meridian Thunder Body technique improved a lot?"

Anton's gaze swept over the lingering arcs of lightning around her, and he nodded slightly: "You have indeed improved considerably."

Receiving the praise, Roman raised an eyebrow and laughed even more heartily.

Solius slowly floated closer, the edge of his canopy curling up slightly, his whiskers waving at him, his gesture revealing an undisguised intimacy.

A thought immediately came through.

But it was a greeting to him.

Anton smiled slightly, and his divine sense spread into Solius's body.

Now he cleans Thorius of the filth every now and then, and thanks to this, Thorius has never fallen ill again.

It had only been a short time since the last cleansing, and the filth within Thorius's body was only a thin layer, not yet accumulated to the point where it needed to be cleaned.

"I need to return to the Primordial Spirit Realm," Anton said, patting Solius's whiskers. "I'll be back in a while."

Solius shook his umbrella up and down, indicating that he understood.

Anton turned to Roman and asked, "Do you want to stay here?"

Without a word, Roman put away his battle axe and moved closer to him: "I'll go back with you. It's been a long time since I've been back to the Primordial Spirit Realm."

Without further ado, the two bid farewell to Solius, turned and sped towards the island, returning to the Primordial Spirit Realm via the teleportation array.

The moment Anton stepped out of the teleportation array, his divine sense spread out, covering the entire Primordial Spirit Realm, but he could not find the aura of Wu Yin.

"Where did the little guy go?"

Anton focused his senses for a moment and quickly made a discovery. He then turned towards the teleportation array leading to the Dark Region.

Seeing this, Roman followed.

After the teleportation light dissipated, the two had arrived in the Nine Nether City.

Following his senses, Anton left the city and sped eastward, passing through several forks in the road before quickly arriving at a cave.

On the basin in front of the cave, two figures were locked in fierce combat.

It was the Fog Concealer and the Dark Spider Mother.

"How did these two end up together?"

Anton was slightly taken aback, but instead of stepping forward to stop them, he stopped and watched.

The mist transformed into a swirling mass of grayish-white mist, rapidly circling the Dark Spider Mother, occasionally condensing claw shadows to tear at the seams of its carapace.

The Dark Spider Queen's eight legs danced and intertwined, its Weaving Laws creating folds and wrinkles in the surrounding space, attempting to trap the Mist Concealment.

The mist-covered creature is agile and ever-changing, always able to slip out from the folds and gaps in space, and then bite the joint of the spider mother's leg.

After only a few glances, Anton understood immediately.

Wuyin has already broken through to the Saint level.

It seems that the spiritual response that suddenly arose in me earlier was a result of my breakthrough in the Mist Concealment Realm.

He and Wuyin had a contractual connection, and even though they were far apart, he could sense some of its changes.

Even though Wuyin has just broken through, his strength is already more than half of that of a Saint Transformation Realm cultivator, and not much weaker than that of a Resonance Realm cultivator, despite having the bloodline of a divine being.

But in front of the Dark Spider Queen, he was still a junior.

The Dark Mistress was clearly not fighting seriously; she was just going through the motions with Mist Village.

Roman leaned against the entrance of the tunnel, crossed his arms, and watched for a while. He clicked his tongue twice and said, "This big spider has a pretty good temper, playing so happily with a junior."

The Dark Spider Queen has lived for at least several thousand years, and Mist Shadow is indeed a junior in front of it.

Anton smiled but didn't say anything.

A moment later, the Dark Spider Queen seemed to have had enough fun. She pressed down with her limbs, and a thick spatial fold descended directly from above the Mist Shadow's head.

The mist reacted extremely quickly, its body suddenly dispersing into mist, attempting to escape through the gaps at the edges of the folds.

However, the fold sealed it off completely, engulfing it entirely. It was thrown out, rolled several times on the edge of the basin before regaining its footing. It shook off the dust from its fur, let out a low growl of resentment, but did not pounce again.

It quickly noticed Anton's arrival, and with a powerful push of its four legs, it transformed into a silvery-gray mist that swept across the basin, condensing into a shape beside him, and then raised its head to rub against his shoulder.

Since their last meeting, Wuyin had grown even larger, his shoulder height now reaching Anton's shoulder level, and the outline of solid muscles could be vaguely felt beneath his fur.

"Well done, looks like you haven't been slacking off lately."

Anton patted Wuyin's head and praised him with a smile.

As beings born with divine nature, the true starting point of Kirigakure's strength is the demigod level.

Before reaching the demigod level, its strength will continue to grow rapidly.

I might catch up with him soon.