Seeing this, Qiankun City asked curiously, "Why? Do you know him?"
Wutian nodded and said, "Senior, can you take me to him?"
Qiankun City said, "Tell me why you're looking for him, and I'll take you there."
Wutian said, "I met him in the Sea of Stars and found out that I had the Heaven-Exterminating Battle Constitution. But he didn't reveal my identity afterward, so I've been looking for an opportunity to thank him and ask him why."
Qiankun City said, "I see. As far as I know, Linghua did go out once in the past three thousand years. Give me the handwritten letter left by Song Damin, and I'll take you to him immediately. "
"What do you want it for?" Wutian frowned.
"That's none of your business," Qiankun City said.
"Do you want to take the opportunity to blackmail Huangfu Yi?" Wutian said.
"Am I that kind of person?" Qiankun City said angrily.
Wutian nodded with a serious expression.
"Ahem."
The Qiankun Devil City coughed dryly and said, "Brat, I really didn't think that way. I'm just curious about their past. If you don't believe me, you can show it to me. After I'm done, I'll return it to you."
"Okay!"
Wutian glanced at him suspiciously and asked Little Wu Hao to give him the handwritten letter. Qiankun City didn't take it away after reading it.
"Did I really blame him wrongly?"
He secretly criticized and sent the letter into the Realm of Stars for Little Wu Hao to keep. He said, "Senior, it's time to take me to see Linghua!"
"Wait, I'll ask if he's willing to see you."
The Qiankun Devil City disappeared without a trace after leaving behind a single sentence.
However, after waiting for an hour, he didn't come back. Wutian finally realized that he had been deceived by Qiankun City.
"Old bastard, I shouldn't have believed your nonsense."
Wutian was so anxious that he stomped his feet. He looked at the stone door of the cell that was not closed and was overjoyed. He stuck his head out and saw that there was no one in the corridor. He walked out silently and put his ear to the stone door of cell No. 9. He listened carefully for a while, but there was no sound.
"Is there no one?"
There was a trace of doubt in Wutian's eyes. He walked to the door of cell number eight and listened for a while, but he still did not hear any movement.
"Dong dong!"
He didn't believe that there was no one inside. He reached out and knocked on the door. However, after waiting for a while, there was no response.
"Is there really no one?"
With this doubt in mind, he looked at the stone doors of cells one by one. Without exception, there was no movement.
"Strange."
Standing behind the gate of the Divine Prison, Wutian glanced at the ten stone doors on both sides of the corridor and fell into deep thought.
Perhaps the first level of the Divine Prison was only used to imprison people like him.
Thinking of this, he began to search for the entrance to the second level. However, even after searching the entire first level, he still couldn't find the entrance.
"What's going on? Is the entrance not on the first level? But how did Qiankun City appear at that time? "
Wutian was unwilling to give up and searched for a while more. In the end, he still found nothing. Helpless, he could only give up temporarily and return to cell No. 10. He transmitted his voice, "Has the number of Netherworld Bees decreased?"
Little Wu Hao said, "Yes. Now there are only two thousand left. About two to three hundred have been lost."
Wutian said, "This kind of loss is not big."
Little Wu Hao said, "It is indeed not big. However, Qilin and the other five asked me to ask you, when will you give them the Battle Soul Rings?"
Wutian said helplessly, "You saw it. The six Battle Soul Rings are like throwing meat buns at a dog. They are gone forever. By the way, did they take out the things in the Battle Soul Rings?"
Little Wu Hao said, "That is all they have. Naturally, they will take it out."
Wutian said, "It's fine as long as they take it out. Give them a spatial bracelet. Make do with it for now. After we get out, I will think of a way to take back the six Battle Soul Rings."
Little Wu Hao said, "Are you sure you can walk out alive?"
"Qiankun City said it so confidently. I think it shouldn't be a big problem."
At this point, Wutian's body suddenly trembled. His face was filled with joy. He said, "Let's not talk anymore. My soul power has broken through. I have to prepare to comprehend the Divine Restriction."
After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the stone bed. He gathered his spirit and released a trace of soul power. The soul power was grey in color. It was like flowing water, emitting a shocking divine power!
At this moment, Little Wu Hao said, "Since you have broken through, give the Origin Heart Fire to An Ying."
Wutian nodded. He dispersed his soul power and sent the Origin Heart Fire in his sea of consciousness directly into the Star Realm. Then, he bit his finger and a drop of golden blood flowed out. However, it didn't have any destructive power. It was almost no different from ordinary blood except for the color.
"I have lost my cultivation. Even the power of my blood has disappeared. Xuanyuan Jue, just you wait. One day, I will let you taste the pain I am experiencing now."
He muttered to himself. He let out a long breath and dripped the blood on the Sikong Battle Ring. The Battle Ring immediately shone brightly. Then, many Forbidden Talismans shot out from the Battle Ring and floated in front of him.
In the end, there were dozens of them!
His soul power surged and fused into the dozens of Forbidden Talismans. In the end, Wutian reached out his hand and only grabbed three of them. The rest were all kept in his mustard seed bag.
The Forbidden Talismans that were kept in his mustard seed bag were all Emperor Forbidden Talismans, Great Saint Forbidden Talismans, and Tribulation Turning Saint Forbidden Talismans. These were not of much significance to him.
Wutian said, "Little Wu Hao, give me the Forbidden Talisman that the Right Envoy of the Divine Palace gave me."
Swoosh!
Soon, a spatial bracelet appeared out of thin air. Wutian grabbed it in his hand and sank his Divine Sense into it. After examining it for a moment, he took out three Forbidden Talismans. Then, he sent the spatial bracelet into the Star Realm.
Then, he closed his eyes and began to comprehend the six Forbidden Talismans.
Six hours later, he opened his eyes and put all six Forbidden Talismans into his mustard seed bag. Then, he fell into deep thought.
Wutian was thinking whether it was necessary to comprehend a rank one Divine Forbidden Talisman now.
The soul of a Divine Forbidden Master was different from that of an Emperor Forbidden Master and a Saint Forbidden Master. It was divided into ranks one to ten.
Only when one's soul power reached a certain level could one comprehend the corresponding Divine Forbidden Talisman.
For example, a rank one Divine Soul could only comprehend a rank one Divine Forbidden Talisman. It was impossible to comprehend a rank two Divine Forbidden Talisman. To comprehend a rank two Divine Forbidden Talisman, one had to raise one's soul power to rank two Divine Soul.
Wutian originally didn't know this information. It was only briefly told to him by the Right Envoy of the Divine Palace when they were exchanging for Ultimate Divine Powers.
But there was a problem.
Although he had lost all his cultivation now, his battle prowess at his peak was enough to fight against a Third Tribulation Divine Spirit. Thus, comprehending a rank one Divine Forbidden Talisman now didn't seem to have much meaning.
What he needed to do now was to raise the rank of his soul as soon as possible.
At the very least, he needed to raise it to rank three or rank four. Because only then could the Divine Forbidden Talisman be on par with his battle prowess. When he faced enemies in the future, he would undoubtedly have a greater chance.
In the past, he didn't know how to raise the rank of his soul. But now that he knew, he naturally didn't want to delay.
After pondering for a moment, he finally decided that instead of wasting time comprehending a rank one Divine Forbidden Talisman, he might as well use this time to focus on raising the rank of his soul.
But now, he didn't know how long it would take before the Emperor of Heaven ordered him to be released.
After thinking for a while, he simply left a clone and gave a few instructions. After closing the stone door of the prison cell, he entered the sealed space of the Star Realm and started his closed-door cultivation.
The Right Envoy of the Divine Palace had already told him the method to refine his soul with Ultimate Divine Power. It was very simple. Absorb the aura of Ultimate Divine Power into the sea of consciousness and envelop the soul. Gradually, under the terrifying power of the Ultimate Divine Power, the strength of the soul would automatically increase.
But this sort of tempering method was countless times more painful than the Quintessence Heart Flame. Fortunately, the Star Dimension possessed an inexhaustible supply of divine medicines, and coupled with his tenacious and indomitable willpower, it wasn't able to cause any lethal harm to him.
Time passed slowly just like that.
Ten years, a whole ten years had passed, and the Emperor of Heaven still didn't order Wutian to be released.
Wutian didn't care because the effect of Ultimate Divine Power refining the soul was ten times more effective than the Origin Flame. Moreover, this was a conservative estimate.
In the past, it took him more than four hundred years to break through from Emperor Soul Power to God Soul Power. But now, he estimated that he only needed fifty years to enter the rank two Godly Soul.
Therefore, he sincerely hoped that no one would disturb him now.
In the end, as he wished, no one came to disturb him for the next forty years.
As he expected, he successfully entered the rank two Godly Soul. But in these fifty years, he used a total of one thousand drops of Ultimate Divine Power. As for the Divine Medicines he used, he didn't count them.
Moreover, the continuous torment of fifty years made him extremely tired.
But the gains he exchanged for were worth it.
After a short rest, he began to charge toward the rank three Godly Soul.
Soon, another fifty years passed!
On this day, the black-armored man who made things difficult for him entered the God's Prison and came to the door of the tenth cell. Huangfu Mingzhu was with him.
The black-armored man said respectfully, "Miss Mingzhu, Wutian is inside."
Looking at the tightly shut stone door, Huangfu Mingzhu's expression was full of worry. She said, "Wutian, the Emperor of Heaven has given the order to pardon you. Come out quickly."
The clone sitting cross-legged on the stone bed immediately told Wutian about this matter in secret.
Swoosh!
In the sealed space, Wutian opened his eyes with a trace of regret.
Fifty years of tempering did not raise his Godly Soul to the rank three.
It was not that the Ultimate Divine Power's effect had weakened, but that the rank three Godly Soul was more difficult than the rank two Godly Soul.
According to his estimation, it would take at least another fifty years to break through. In total, it would be a hundred years.
It took him fifty years to break through to the rank two Godly Soul, and a hundred years to break through to the rank three Godly Soul. Although this speed was very, very shocking in the world, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
After all, he was not like others. To him, time was life.
Huff!
Taking a deep breath, Wutian stood up. Immediately, an indescribable soreness spread from his limbs and bones. His body staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. In the past, when he was in seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years, such a phenomenon would not occur. But now, in just a hundred years, his body felt like it was about to fall apart. The difference was not ordinary.
Swoosh!
With a flash, he walked out of the Star Realm and appeared in the cell. At the same time, the clone automatically dissipated and disappeared.
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