Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 338 - 337 Great Cycle Ten Thousand Dragons Silence

Chapter 338: Chapter 337 Great Cycle Ten Thousand Dragons Silence

"Great Cycle Ten Thousand Dragons Silence!"

Zhong Lin’s voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth. As his voice fell, the space twisted, and simultaneously, the sound of ten thousand dragons roaring reverberated throughout the world.

In the blink of an eye, countless dragon-shaped phantoms pierced through the void, converging from the major acupuncture points around him.

Grabbing, roaring, twisting, their bodies flickering between appearance and disappearance.

Finally, they formed a substantial entity before him, coagulating into flesh and blood, transforming into a giant dragon coiling around his arm.

At this moment, Zhong Lin’s power, savage to the extreme, suddenly concentrated into his fist, a strand of pure gold light broke through the layers of void, carrying the might of countless exploding stars, as well as his unparalleled will.

"Die for me."

Suddenly diving downwards, it collided violently with the Fierce Tiger Shield.

Boom!

Rumble!

Rumble rumble!

It was as if the space itself was collapsing. The sea beneath was first stilled, then shook wildly. The space within a radius of hundreds of miles was instantly emptied, desolate with nothing in existence.

Only some things like black and white kept flowing.

The martial artists who came to watch, under this terrifying momentum, showed expressions of fear one by one, then fled in panic.

At the collision, those with ulterior motives hidden around felt waves of chilling fear in their hearts, unimaginable terror.

At this moment, they wished their parents had given birth to more legs for them, deeply regretting their decision to come here and seize an opportunity. Now, instead of gaining advantage, they became the opportunity.

This level of battle was far beyond their understanding, not something they could exploit.

All the martial artists daring to come close, at the center of the collision would be turned to dust.

Boom! Rumble! Rumble!

The space was still for more than a moment, countless star-exploding sounds still roaring.

Under the watchful eyes of all hidden martial artists, Zhang Shaorong’s lifebound weapon, the Fierce Tiger Shield, flew backward with a crash, falling into the seabed.

And the fist that emitted endless dragon roars still relentlessly penetrated the void, heavily imprinted on Zhang Shaorong’s chest.

"What... what martial technique is this?"

"Great Cycle Ten Thousand Dragon Sutra, Heavenly Extreme Martial Technique."

"So... so this is the legendary heavenly level martial technique, what a Ten Thousand Dragons, my... my defeat is not in vain."

Zhang Shaorong gave a bitter smile, then his body exploded with a roar, turning into a blood mist that scattered over the sea.

Zhong Lin reached out his right hand and grabbed Zhang Shaorong’s storage bracelet in his hand.

His cold eyes swept over those hidden observing martial artists.

Everyone under Zhong Lin’s gaze felt their hearts stop for a moment, feeling as if stared down by a prehistoric beast, their hair standing on end.

"Hmph!"

Zhong Lin snorted coldly and stepped away, flying into the distance.

"Phew! What... what a sharp gaze, I feel like he could smash me to pieces with one hit."

"No wonder he’s a disciple of the Holy Land. Although I’m also a Yunling Realm martial artist, I feel powerless in front of him."

"Heh heh, there was a good show, a Holy Land disciple forcibly killed the Pavilion Master of Heaven Pavilion, wonder what the other Xuandan Realm martial artists think?"

"Let’s go, let’s go."

Quickly, these martial artists dispersed.

And on this day, Zhong Lin’s name resounded across New Moon Island.

...

"Senior Brother."

Seeing Zhong Lin return, Long Zhao couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, his smile blooming like a chrysanthemum, striding forward.

And with his movement, there was a tinkling sound coming from within his wide robe.

"Look."

Long Zhao gloated as he rolled up his sleeve, revealing armfuls of storage bracelets or rings. The tinkling sound was the collision of these storage equipment.

Zhong Lin’s eyes also widened slightly, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

There was no way; he also wanted to be a saint who regards money as dung. However, martial arts cultivation is the most resource-consuming, and the higher the cultivation, the greater the resource expenditure. Just relying on the resources he gained from selling elixirs was far from enough.

"You’ve got quite the haul!"

"Hehe, I emptied the entire treasure vault of Heaven Pavilion. On the way back, I saw someone sneaking up, but they can only eat dust now." Long Zhao said triumphantly.

"Let’s go, we can’t stay on New Moon Island any longer. The treasure of Heaven Pavilion is too tempting. I haven’t reached the Xuandan Realm to hold them down."

Zhong Lin’s smile faded, speaking seriously.

Long Zhao also nodded solemnly, he knew better than anyone the value of Heaven Pavilion’s treasure, and knowing this made him all the more worried.

"I’ll follow Senior Brother’s lead."

The two didn’t linger, flying straight to the location of the transmission array.

The transmission array was located at the center square of New Moon Island, visited by countless martial artists daily. At this moment, the square was buzzing, discussing the recent battle, filled with endless zeal and curiosity about the "Holy Land disciple" who had gone against the Xuandan Realm.

"Senior Brother, they’ve mistaken you for a Holy Land disciple. Well, only a Holy Land disciple can kill across realms." Long Zhao transmitted a voice message.

Zhong Lin secretly nodded, though the speculation of these people was a bit off, it was undeniable the strength of the Holy Land disciples.

Zhong Lin was never public about being a disciple of Sea Suppressing Sect, but whether it was the Dragon Elephant Golden Body or the Great Cycle Ten Thousand Dragon Sutra, they were all absolute techniques of Sea Suppressing Sect.

Cultivating the absolute techniques of Sea Suppressing Sect allowed him to slay Xuandan Realm Zhang Shaorong, imagining the terror the Holy Land disciples, who could easily wipe out Sea Suppressing Sect, would possess.

At this moment, Zhong Lin suddenly thought of wanting to join the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

The world also has the saying of "Wealth, Companions, Skill, Land", among which none outweighs the other, each being very important, and joining the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land would mean instantly gathering these four essential elements.

Cultivation resources, breakthrough methods, guiding teachers...

"Once I break through to the Xuandan Realm, I’ll find a way to join the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, I’ve already comprehended eighty percent of the sword intent, it shouldn’t be difficult."

But such matters should not be rushed, they must be approached slowly.

There were guards protecting the transmission array, and after delivering spirit stones, the two stepped into the center of the stone formation.

With a flash of light, Zhong Lin and Long Zhao’s figures disappeared from New Moon Island, heading to the broader Heavenly Sea Country.

The two hadn’t been gone long when several powerful auras descended from the sky. If familiar, one would recognize them as the sect masters and guild leaders of the great sects and guilds on New Moon Island.

Each was a supreme expert of the Xuandan Realm,

"Still late."

An old man with white hair and beard looked at the transmission array before him with an ugly expression, stomping his foot fiercely, causing a violent aura to sweep in all directions, making all the martial artists in the square’s faces turn pale, prostrating in fear.

"Seeing him leave so hurriedly, he must not want us to discover his identity."

A woman in white, her eyes cold, glanced at the transmission array gathering energy.

"Even as a disciple of the Holy Land, he cannot be so tyrannical, seizing resources by destroying and annihilating. Does he not fear the Law Enforcement Hall of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land?"

A dwarf youth in red robes, with an ancient voice, said.