However, the Five Sects also similarly began hunting him down again.
To recount, there were several tens of thousands of cultivators that had died from both the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm, and in terms of their respective sects, the Five Sects were definitely those who had suffered the worst losses. That was because they had practically sent all their Sun Moon Tiers to this place. They could not become deserters, so all of them had joined the battlefield.
With such large numbers, there were naturally many deaths as well, causing the higher-ups of the Five Sects to cry tears of blood. This was really too f******* much of a loss.
Yet they could not let Ling Han stay alive. The remaining people were still looking for Ling Han’s whereabouts everywhere, and continuously hunting him down.
At first, the Five Sects had mobilized a total of close to 2,000 people, and all of them were in the Sun Moon Tier, but now this number had already decreased to 1,100. The majority of them had died in the previous war, and a minority of them had been killed by Ling Han.
The Five Sects again transferred over a considerable number of elites, and they were all in the peak stage of the consummate level. Some were even two-star geniuses and above. However, the Five Sects did not have too many of such prodigies. Otherwise, Ling Han would be having a headache.
On one occasion, when he threw off his pursuers, Ling Han entered into the Black Tower.
Another three months’ time had passed, and he could again undergo being tempered by the immortal flames.
Ling Han took a deep breath, and determinedly threw himself into the cauldron. Three days later, his body formed from nothing, and his appearance had changed to about a year old toddler.
“Very fast improvement!” Small Tower praised sincerely. It was a rare thing for it not to taunt Ling Han, but offer him a compliment.
Ling Han smiled slightly. His yearning for strength was too powerful. Under this kind of pressure, even his comprehension of the Indestructible Heaven’s Scroll had been sped up considerably, and he had attained a very great improvement in this stage of Rising From The Ashes.
He consumed a Berserk Blood Spirit Pill, and began to cultivate in seclusion underneath the Reincarnation Tree.
This time, he did not plan to go out. He was always being hunted by the Five Sects, and this was much, much too displeasing. He wanted to rush up to a level at which he could steamroll all the strongest elites of the Five Sects in a single go and vent his irritation.
Three days later, he digested the Berserk Blood Spirit Pill, and his cultivation level advanced to the peak stage of the medium extreme.
After accumulating for a few “years”, he wanted to break through to the high extreme.
Underneath the Reincarnation Tree, days would be equivalent to years, and time sped past rapidly, but Ling Han had still spent 43 days to obtain enough accumulation. He exited the Black Tower to experience the heavenly tribulation. This, on the other hand, turned out to be a small matter. He took the initiative to shatter his Godly bones, improve his physique, and observe the heavenly tribulation to turn it into his own comprehension.
Zi!
He raised his right hand, and a terrifying light of electricity surged. Shockingly, there were blue divine patterns glowing on his palm. This divine pattern looked like a lightning bolt, but if one looked closely, it seemed to consist of billions of letters. One look would cause one to become dizzy.
This was martial intent obtained from observing heavenly tribulation, which took the form of a divine pattern. Only Ling Han could comprehend it, because this was his comprehension. As for others, if they gazed at it for too long, they would only be throwing up blood.
Even Saints would not be able to comprehend it. This was a technique that belonged only to Ling Han.
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