Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4293: A battle that came late



The ninth form of the True Self!

Ling Han was extremely pleased. This trip to the Dark Clouds Hell could be said to have been a very satisfactory trip. If he had cultivated outside, even with the support of alchemical pills, he wouldn't be able to reach this kind of height without more than a thousand years.

Furthermore, this was the ninth form, and even the Golden Generation could only look up to

it.

Of course, perhaps there were some Golden Generation elites that were very low-key. They had clearly broken through to the Ninth Form, yet kept it a secret, to avoid being targeted. Breaking through to the Imperial Path was not just a competition of natural talent and fated opportunities. Intelligence was similarly important.

Right now, Ling Han didn't need to worry about this. He could enjoy himself for a while.

"In any case, I've already cultivated here for so many years, so a few more years won't matter." Ling Han continued to refine the Source Dao Stones. "I'll think about it after I reach the end of the ninth form."

With such cultivation, another year quickly passed.

After expending a large amount of Source Stones, he charged to the end of the ninth form. "Hiss, I didn't expect to expend the Source Dao Stones like this. There's only half left now." Ling Han sighed ruefully. Calculating the time, he had already been here for about nine years. "If I want to break through to the next major tier, it definitely has to be carried out in the outside world. With the perfect Regulations, I can perfect my dao foundation," he murmured. "Furthermore, I feel like I've already touched the ceiling. If I still want to break through to the tenth form, that is definitely not something that can be achieved through cultivation in seclusion."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"There's still a year left. How should I spend it?"

"Go back to the City of Death?"

A thought flashed in Ling Han's head. Previously, when Han Di had entered into the city, he had provoked Ling Han in all ways just because his cultivation level was high. Should he teach this kind of person a lesson?

He naturally couldn't just swagger in. Having disappeared for eight years, he suddenly appeared, and his cultivation level had increased greatly. Wasn't this telling the five Venerate Tier elites that it was he who had robbed the Source Dao Stone's treasury?

It was fine. He only had to change his appearance. With the existence of the Soul Forming Technique, even Venerate Tier elites would find it very difficult to discover his disguise.

All right, he would go to the City of Death to take a look at the situation.

With a thought from Ling Han, his appearance immediately changed. He strode out of the forest, and walked in the opposite direction of the flow of the great river. Several days later, the City of Death was within sight.

He had returned again.

Ling Han smiled faintly, and easily found the city gates.

After registering his information, he entered into the city, then went to the Dark Battlefield to register himself.

He even deliberately investigated the situation. Han Di had long since become an invincible God of War of True Self Tier, but for some reason, he had never broken through to the Spirit Transformation Tier.

Ling Han guessed that Han Di was probably aiming to break through to the Eighth Form. Without achieving this goal, he wouldn't easily break through to the Spirit Transformation Tier.

After all, breaking through to the Spirit Transformation Tier was easy for him. However, without reaching the Eighth Form, what right did he have to compete for the throne with the Golden Generation?

Eight years had passed, and it was unknown how many people had entered this place. At least half of them had already died, and among the remaining people, the majority were barely surviving. Only a few were very nourished, and their cultivation level had increased by leaps and bounds.

Cultivation was always pyramid-shaped, and there were only a small number that could truly be superior to everyone else.

Ling Han did not manage to find out any information about Ding Shu. He did not know where this guy had gone. Perhaps, he was still cultivating earnestly. After all, Ding Shu's previous cultivation level was slightly weaker than Ling Han's. Thus, if he similarly wanted to reach the end of the ninth form, it would definitely take him even longer.

Regarding whether Ding Shu could reach the ninth form or not, Ling Han was naturally certain. If the overlord of a Genesis World couldn't even do this, then that would really be funny.

Although the five Venerate Tier elites didn't become hostile with each other, there was endless friction between them, and conflicts would break out between their subordinates every few days.

Ling Han was naturally unconcerned. He found an inn to stay in, and waited for the notification from the Dark Battlefield.

In just one day, he received a notification that he could go and fight.

The tournament stage battle would be held that afternoon, and Ling Han would be participating in the tournament battle. His opponent was at the fourth form of the True Self Tier. In front of him, this was naturally not enough. Ling Han defeated him with a single punch, but Ling Han did not deliver a fatal strike. Instead, he only used a sliver of his power. There was a haughty expression on his face, and he asked, "Where is Han Di? Do you dare to battle me?"

It was naturally impossible for Han Di to appear. Ling Han only wanted to send out this kind of message. If Han Di would take the initiative to accept the challenge, that would naturally

be best.

However, Han Di had already established his reputation of being invincible in the Dark Battlefield, so Ling Han's provocation naturally only made him snort in disdain. He couldn't

care less.

Ling Han didn't mind this. As long as he won more battles, it would only be a matter of time before he and Han Di would come across each other and battle.

He continued to participate in the battles, and the number of consecutive victories quickly expanded. Ten wins, a hundred wins, his momentum flourishing.

Though his successive victories were far from being comparable to Han Di, he was already the person with the second highest number of victories in the entire Dark Battlefield. This made the masses excited, and they hoped that Ling Han would battle against Han Di. They wanted to see if Ling Han could shake Han Di's invincible battle merits.

The Dark Battlefield soon responded, sending out notifications to Ling Han and Han Di respectively, arranging for them to battle, and the time was set to be two days later.

This day had finally come.

Ling Han looked at the notice in his hand. Eight years ago, it was Han Di who wanted to challenge him, and now, it was the other way around. However, this battle had still happened

in the end.

Two days quickly passed, and Ling Han arrived at the Dark Battlefield.

He had finally met with Han Di, one of the most powerful members of the Silver Generation.

This person was extremely handsome, with a slender figure and thick black hair, exuding a gentle light. Behind him, there was the shadow of a giant fish, as if it was breathing in and

out.

Every time the giant fish breathed, the energy of heaven and earth in the surroundings would be absorbed, which was extremely shocking.

He was surrounded by such top-notch second-generation young masters like Mi Qingdie and Zuwa An, dazzling and resplendent.

By the looks of it, his identity as Imperial Son had given him quite a bit of extra credit. Even Zuwa An and the others were circling around him.

True, as long as one wanted to leave the Dark Clouds Hell, who would be able to get around

the Imperial Clans?

Han Di did not put on too much airs, and chatted cheerfully with Zuwa An and the others. After all, this was their territory, and even the members of the Imperial Clans could not extend their influence here.

He appeared extremely relaxed. After all, in his eyes, he had already reached the pinnacle of the True Self Tier. Unless one had aptitude like the Golden Generation, only then was it possible that they could surpass him, but now, was there any Golden Generation member that was in the True Self Tier?

The lowest cultivation level among them had already reached Spirit Transformation Tier, Seventh Transformation!

As for this opponent, hehe, though he had obtained a very long streak of successive victories,

it was completely not enough in front of him.

After waiting for a while longer, the battle was finally about to begin.

The contestants from both sides entered the arena. This time, the Dark Battlefield still placed

a lot of importance on this battle. They cleared out the other battle areas, allowing Ling Han

and Han Di to battle freely.

When Han Di entered the arena, a tsunami of cheers instantly erupted.

It had been a long time since they had last seen Han Di make a move. Previously, whenever anyone was arranged to fight Han Di, they would immediately admit defeat. Furthermore, since Ling Han dared to take the initiative to provoke him, they were sure that he would not

be so cowardly.

Meanwhile, Han Di crossed his arms behind his back, and slowly strode into the battlefield, looking extremely casual.

For him, this was only going through the motions.