Zhao Feng didn't know anything about the Pure Spirit Sacred Water, so he could only ask someone else.
But he didn't know many core disciples, so he went to find the inner disciple Pan Hao.
"Brother Zhao Feng, what business do you have with me?"
Pan Hao was rather reserved.
This was because Zhao Feng had become the most dazzling genius of the Spiritual Race with a single leap. This made Pan Hao feel a sense of awe. He was well aware of the massive gap between him and Zhao Feng.
"How much do you know about the Spiritual Race's Pure Spirit Sacred Water?"
Zhao Feng asked.
"The Spiritual Race's Pure Spirit Sacred Water is best used after a breakthrough. You broke through to Rank Six of the Heavenly Divine Realm in an instant, so the effect of the Pure Spirit Sacred Water on you is many times greater than normal."
Pan Hao began to explain to Zhao Feng.
In summary, the Pure Spirit Sacred Water could stabilize a Divine Stage, purify Divine Power, and expel impurities from the divine body.
Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled. He hadn't thought much of it before, but now that he heard about it, he was extremely interested in the Pure Spirit Sacred Water.
If he took some Pure Spirit Sacred Water after each breakthrough, his cultivation would almost immediately stabilize, and it would also be of great assistance to his growth.
"Every faction has its own unique resources. The Spiritual Race's Pure Spirit Sacred Water is equivalent to the Life Sacred Land's Pool of Life, unique and unmatched."
Zhao Feng gained a deeper understanding of this.
"In truth, the distribution of the Pure Spirit Sacred Water was originally supposed to be five years from now, but it's being brought forward …."
Pan Hao continued.
As it turned out, the distribution of Pure Spirit Sacred Water was once every ten years.
However, the early distribution of the Pure Spirit Sacred Water was most likely because of Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's sudden breakthrough to Rank Six of the Spiritual Race was simply too large of a gap. Moreover, Zhao Feng had refused the offer of a disciple from the upper echelon of the Spiritual Race. Without the guidance of a master, the Spiritual Race feared that Zhao Feng's impatience would cause his foundation to become unstable and waste his talent, so it had decided to distribute the Pure Spirit Sacred Water ahead of time.
But because it was distributed ahead of time, there were fewer spots.
Zhao Feng nodded. The Spiritual Race had treated him well, so his refusal of the Life Sacred Land's invitation hadn't been in vain.
"So that's how it is. No wonder they are all in seclusion!"
Zhao Feng had wanted to look for Kong Die and Yuan Long, but they were both in seclusion.
"I wonder if I can obtain the Pure Spirit Holy Water …"
Pan Hao shook his head and sighed.
The Pure Spirit Sacred Water was only meant for Spiritual Race disciples between Rank Four and Rank Seven, and Pan Hao was only a Rank Three True God. He didn't even have the right to fight for it.
"As long as I work hard, I will definitely be able to obtain it!"
Zhao Feng patted Pan Hao on the shoulder.
"En!"
Pan Hao nodded vigorously. After chatting for so long, he realized that Zhao Feng was still the same old Zhao Feng. Even though his status had risen, his attitude toward him hadn't changed in the slightest.
"I look forward to the day when you can also enter the core ranks!"
Zhao Feng said seriously and then took out a few cultivation treasures.
Pan Hao nodded. Originally, he didn't have much interest in cultivation.
However, Zhao Feng's shocking actions had ignited his fighting spirit. Now, he was extremely diligent in his cultivation.
"This …"
Pan Hao was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
The cultivation treasures that Zhao Feng had taken out were all meant for Rank Five True Gods and above, and there were even some that were extremely beneficial to Rank Six True Gods. Even if he had a high status in his own race, he still wouldn't be able to obtain these treasures.
The two chatted for a little while longer before parting ways.
Pan Hao was in a hurry to go back and cultivate while Zhao Feng planned to go take a look at the Spiritual Race's All Spirit Hall.
All Spirit Hall was where the Spiritual Race stored their techniques and combat skills.
Ever since Zhao Feng broke into the Ancient God level, he hadn't been able to find a suitable technique.
But the moment Zhao Feng arrived, the guardian Elder of this place appeared and told Zhao Feng that if he wanted a Spiritual Race technique, he would have to use contribution points to exchange for it.
When Zhao Feng was a periphery disciple, he had done some missions, so he had some understanding of contribution points.
"How many contribution points does a technique suitable for an Ancient God cost?"
Zhao Feng asked so that he could get an idea.
"One hundred thousand to two hundred thousand!"
The guardian Elder's words caused Zhao Feng's heart to thump.
Zhao Feng then left the place.
When he was a periphery disciple, he had done a few missions for around one hundred contribution points.
Although he was now a core disciple and could receive higher-level missions that gave him more contribution points, he had no idea how long it would take him to gather more than a hundred thousand contribution points.
"All Spirit Hall just happens to have a technique that cultivates the Five Elements and can allow one to break into the God Lord level. Five hundred thousand contribution points!"
Before leaving, the guardian Elder messaged Zhao Feng.
"A technique for breaking into the God Lord level, five hundred thousand?"
Zhao Feng instantly understood and couldn't help but click his tongue in astonishment.
Only now did he realize just how precious a technique suitable for an Ancient God was.
Even the more ordinary ones cost more than a hundred thousand contribution points and could only be cultivated to Rank Nine at most. Techniques that could be cultivated to the God Lord level were practically priceless treasures.
"There's no rush. I just broke into Rank Seven, so I still have time to find a technique!"
Zhao Feng helplessly said.
Upon returning to his residence, he immediately activated the defensive array of the palace and entered the Spacetime Robe Dimension.
"There's no rush to raise my cultivation level. I'll first raise my Intents!"
Zhao Feng made up his mind.
He had many Intents. The stronger ones were Five Elements, Wind Lightning, and Spacetime Intents.
Of these Intents, only Metal, Lightning, and Space Intents had reached Level Five. The rest were at Level Four, and Time Intent was only at the peak of Level Two.
Zhao Feng took out many Five Elements Intent Crystals and began to comprehend Five Elements Intent. He also used the Spacetime Robe to cultivate Spacetime Intent.
This was his internal comprehension. Externally, Zhao Feng continued to use the Blood Flame Qilin Race bloodline to strengthen the Ancient Blood Devil Sun bloodline.
After more than one hundred days, Zhao Feng concluded his cultivation.
"My Five Elements Intent and Wind Lightning Intent have all reached Level Five, and my Time Intent has reached Level Three …."
Zhao Feng was rather satisfied with the results this time.
His Five Elements Intent had all reached Level Five, giving him a significant boost in strength.
Of course, the main reason his Intents had advanced so quickly was that Zhao Feng's cultivation level was too high. Ever since he had broken through, he had not spent much time raising the level of his Intents.
For example, if Zhao Feng wanted to comprehend an ordinary Intent, he would only need a few days to gain a basic understanding of it.
"Today should be the day the Pure Spirit Sacred Water is distributed!"
Zhao Feng walked out of the palace.
"Brother Feng, you've finally come out. Today is the day the Pure Spirit Sacred Water is distributed!"
Outside the palace, Zhao Yufei had been waiting for a long time.
The two then went to the central plaza where the core disciples were gathered.
There were four round fighting platforms in the central plaza, and a large number of Spiritual Race disciples had gathered around each platform.
"Look, it's Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei!"
"I'm so envious. A talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match!"
The arrival of Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Zhao Feng was the most dazzling genius of the Spiritual Race, and Zhao Yufei was the number one beauty of the Spiritual Race. Her talent was also number one among the female disciples of the Spiritual Race.
A few inner disciples were filled with admiration and adoration for Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.
A few of the more powerful core disciples had cold and hostile expressions as they looked at Zhao Feng.
"His strength is unfathomable!"
Only True God Nu Ji and True God Zhi Gang, who had fought with Zhao Feng, felt a deep respect for him.
"He's Zhao Feng?"
Jin Wei's older brother, Jin Kun, had a cold and harsh light in his eyes.
He had been looking for a chance to challenge Zhao Feng for some time, but Zhao Feng just so happened to be absent.
Now, however, this was the contest for the Pure Spirit Sacred Water, and his cultivation wasn't on the same level as Zhao Feng's.
"Zhao Feng, he's the one who became a Rank Six True God?"
A handsome youth with an icy face indifferently glanced at Zhao Feng.
"What? Ancient God Ice Origin isn't planning on attacking him, is he? "
A Rank Seven Ancient God of the Spiritual Race joked.
These words immediately caught the attention of the other people in the crowd.
Ancient God Ice Origin was the strongest prodigy of the previous generation. He had only just become a Rank Seven Ancient God, but he was already capable of defeating ordinary Ancient Gods of the Spiritual Race.
The Spiritual Race had high hopes for Ancient God Ice Origin, and he was one of the experts most likely to pursue Zhao Feng.
Alas, even Ancient God Ice Origin was rejected by Zhao Yufei without hesitation.
And now, the man that Zhao Yufei favored had broken into Rank Six and become the strongest genius in the history of the Spiritual Race.
"Hmph, anyone below the Ancient God level is an ant!"
Ancient God Ice Origin's face was cold and arrogant.
"As expected of a five-star faction. There are more than ten Rank Seven Ancient Gods here!"
Zhao Feng examined the area around the Rank Seven Ancient God stage.
These Ancient Gods were all rather young. The Spiritual Race probably had quite a few Ancient Gods that were no longer disciples, so they naturally couldn't compete for the Pure Spirit Sacred Water.
"Damn, this brat is ignoring us!"
Around the Rank Six True God stage, a tall and muscular youth with arms as thick as an ape's grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Zhao Feng was a Rank Six Ancient God, but when he arrived, he immediately looked at the Rank Seven Ancient Gods.
This made the Rank Six Ancient Gods believe that Zhao Feng wasn't even treating them as opponents.
Not long later:
More and more Spiritual Race disciples gathered on the plaza. Almost everyone was present except for a few who were out on missions and unable to return.
"The distribution of the Pure Spirit Sacred Water this time was brought forward, so the number of spots will be halved.
Do your best, "a loud voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone at the scene immediately quieted down.
The Elder presiding over this contest was a highly respected Elder of the Spiritual Race. He was also extremely powerful.
Of course, there were also other upper echelon members of the Spiritual Race secretly watching this contest.
"After this contest, I will make another announcement!"
The Ancient God Elder solemnly said.
The crowd immediately began to speculate. Something that could be announced in front of so many disciples of the Spiritual Race could not be a minor matter.
"Now, let the contest for the Pure Spirit Sacred Water begin!"
The moment these words were spoken, the crowd down below was thrown into an uproar, all of them finding it hard to conceal their excitement.
Whoosh …
The four elders suddenly arrived at the four corners of each challenge stage.
Before the start of the battle, the participants on each fighting platform would draw lots.
"Now, according to the order in which the lots were drawn, the matches will begin. Each person will have to fight against everyone else, and they will be ranked based on the number of wins!"
The moment the announcer made the announcement, a tall and muscular youth like an ape stepped onto the stage.
"Who's my first opponent? Hurry up and come up!"
The youth roared, his eyes brimming with arrogance.
"I didn't think that Bao Yuan would be number one. I wonder who his opponent will be. He's going to suffer!"
The crowd began to chatter.
Bao Yuan was a peak Rank Six, one of the strongest experts on this stage.
Swish!
Swish! Zhao Feng blinked and appeared in front of Bao Yuan.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
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