Since the Night Lord had transcended, obviously, and together with the power from the sacred crystal font in the sanctum, he might be able to fight the nine-fingered black hand.
In that case, Lin Sheng would have time and energy to withdraw to himself to do his stuff.
“That will be great. Since you can take care of the things here, I can go and have some quiet time.” He had fixed things about Lin Xiao and talked to Lange. There was nothing else holding him back now.
It was time to cultivate his divinity.
He needed to deal with the Astral Mere and the soul relics, but his current strength did not allow him to stay inside the Blacktide for too long. It might not corrode him at that moment, but since there was a better alternative, why not use it?
So he decided to form divinity first. After that, he could absorb the Godspeed of Divinity in his hand. With a Godspeed ability, he could comfortably handle the situation in Shermanton and Henricqal.
“Just to let you know that the Steel Lord has gone to pieces. He needs some quiet moments. Meanwhile, Khadula has been secretive recently, I heard that she’s opening a beauty center or something,” the Night Lord said.
It was getting Lin Sheng’s goat. These guys seemed to have too much time on their hands, fiddling while Rome burns. Just when the Blacktide started to stabilize, they immediately became footloose and fancy-free.
“Okay, I know.” Lin Sheng nodded. “Anything else?”
“That’s all about it. Go do your quiet time. I will take care of things here.” The Night Lord waved his hand, assuring Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng would feel less worried had it been others. But the Night Lord? He was not so sure. Anyway, he did not have other powerful beings whom he could rely on now.
He talked with the Night Lord for a few more moments to make sure he had really made the breakthrough into the Magister realm. This guy had only cultivated less than half an hour a day, yet he could still get ahead of others in achieving the breakthrough. In comparison, the Steel Lord had been cultivating twenty-two hours a day but still not gotten near the limit of Palatinate.
Life was so unfair.
Sighing, Lin Sheng looked on as the Night Lord went out of his sight. After that, he looked at the Centaur Lord, Fairy Empress, and Sin Dragon Matriarch; three of them were inside the Holy Spirit Palace, witnessing what the Night Lord had said and done just now.
“You all have anything to tell me?”
The Centaur Lord stepped forward at once.
“Our honorable, supreme, invincible Master of the Holy Spirit Palace, the most powerful being in the world of the holy spirits, Your Majesty.
“I, Khur Warspear, the Centaur Lord, have sorted out everything on my side. The Blacktide has just surfaced in a few tiny mysterious realms. It’s not a problem yet. I have sent men to monitor them. So far, there have been no problems.”
“Good.” Lin Sheng nodded, eyes looking to one side. “Sin Dragon Matriarch, what about the little mysterious realm under your jurisdiction?”
“No Blacktide has appeared yet,” she replied.
“The scale of the Blacktide on my side is a little too large for comfort,” the Fairy Empress said. “The empire is retreating. There are many nasty, unkillable monsters emerging from the Blacktide.”
“Can you stop them?” Lin Sheng asked.
“I can, but there is just one me,” she replied.
“Then, do it. Anything else, wait until I come out from my cultivation session.”
As the threat of the Blacktide increased, Lin Sheng was desperate to find out what was the Blacktide antidote that Ancellia, the Light of Hope, had left behind.
Why did the Nightmare Plain not leave behind any signs that showed it had been flooded by the Blacktide before, just like other worlds?
Other than signs of war and mutated monsters on the Nightmare Plain, there was nothing about the Blacktide.
Perhaps this was the credit of the Dreamweaver, or Ancellia might have left behind some clues and methods.
Now, Lin Sheng could almost be certain that the Blacktide was following him.
He spent the longest time in the Fairy Empire, so the corrosion of Blacktide there was the most severe. In contrast, he just stayed for a moment in the little secret realms. These places had basically no outbreak of Blacktide. His time spent in the dark spirit caverns, where the Holy Spirit Palace was, was the longest. So this place had the most terrible level of corrosion of Blacktide.
Now, most commanders had gone to the borders to fight the Blacktide monsters. He must find a way to isolate and resist the Blacktide if he wanted to enjoy complete peace of mind.
After sorting out the trivial stuff and left a message to his family and sending men to monitor the movements in three different places, he entered the dream from the Holy Spirit Palace.
He wanted to do his quiet time in the Nightmare Plain. Because there the flow of time was much faster than the other places.
More so because the flow of time in the Holy Spirit Palace was also faster than the actual world, seven days spent there was equal to one day in the actual world.
The compound effect of the flows of time in both places would save Lin Sheng a ton of cultivation time.
Lin Sheng returned to the Nightmare Plain and released the golden-red humanoid, asking him for information. He then entered Lake Yu, starting his semi-conscious state to form his divinity.
He was not sure how long it was going to take. It depended on his power of understanding. Like the golden-red humanoid said, if he could figure it out quickly, he would achieve it in a few months.
If not, it would probably take decades and there was no guarantee of it.
Just after Lin Sheng went into his cultivation session, the Sanctum had launched a massive hunting operation.
They caught all the spies of the Astral Mere and Dark Pantheon hiding in Shermanton and Henricqal and purified them into holy souls.
The operation, led by the Night Lord, started a city-wide screening campaign.
Tenko Kasumi, using her extreme Palatinate power, killed several people of the Dark Pantheon and monsters from the Ashen World, and stabilized the situation.
The two sanctums, with the mutual exchange with the Holy Spirit Palace, had so many Palatinates that it knocked the socks off every defensive city.
No matter how indignant the Dark Pantheon and Astral Mere were, they had no choice but to groan and bear it.
A few days after the situation stabilized, a team from one of the defensive cities arrived Henricqal. The team had not only brought the hope of mutual exchange and assistance, it had also ushered in a new dawn in fighting the Blacktide to the ordinary people.
The profession of soul hunter was gradually spread to the areas under the rule of the Sanctum.
Soulhunting stone amulets, made by the soul hunters, had been snapped up like hot cake among the transcendents.
The purification power of the holy power could cleanse the toxins and impurities from the monster meat, making eating monster meat a safe option. And this was what the soul hunter most cared about.
The soul hunters categorized the contamination of food and water into eleven categories. Category 11 was for the purest food and water, not just free from any harmful elements but also with added benefits to the body.
What the team could never have imagined was that all the food and water the people living in the areas ruled by the Sanctum were at last of Category 8 and above.
Category-8 food and water in the outside world were super expensive. Only those wealthy and powerful had the means to enjoy.
Phenomena like that rendered everyone in the team dumbstruck. They thought they had come to Heaven. As a result, when the team finally had to leave, only half of the team members had returned to where they came from. The rest had become loyal followers of the Sanctum.
Henricqal was called the Holy City now. Its name was spread far and wide by the exploration team.
The soulhunting stone amulet could only be used once, and effective for a few days in the Blacktide, but it attracted the attention of the Sanctum.
The soul relics and soulhunting stone amulets had become the prime subjects of study in the Sanctum.