Chapter 797: Chapter 265: River of Oblivion
Bang.
Sun Lingtong charged headlong into the Paper General, only to feel as if he crashed into a wall, leaving himself dizzy and his soul trembling.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”
Sun Lingtong grimaced in pain. After a moment, his soul settled, and his countenance returned to its original vividness.
“What’s going on?” Sun Lingtong immediately sensed something was amiss.
He cautiously extended his lotus-like arm, pressing it against the Paper General’s chest, which felt as solid as stone.
Ning Zhuo, observing everything through their soul connection, commented, “Boss, take it easy. This isn’t some setup; it’s likely because your soul cultivation level isn’t enough. You’re not a Soul Cultivator. If I had known, I would have given you some Netherworld Cuisine.”
Sun Lingtong guessed the truth, rolling his eyes dramatically, “I didn’t want to eat it! Last time, practicing physical cultivation increased my physical foundation significantly. If I eat Netherworld Cuisine this time and my soul grows, how will I break through the stage of transforming void into reality?”
As it turns out, Sun Lingtong had reached the final stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, needing only to breakthrough to attain the Golden Core.
This stage is related to a cultivator’s foundation.
The Golden Core needs to transform from void to reality, reaching complete success.
If a cultivator’s physical body and soul foundation repeatedly increase, it would never reach completion, and thus, the core can’t materialize.
Sun Lingtong’s cultivation level had reached this stage, but previously, for Ning Zhuo, he devised a convenient method to use the Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat, which, coupled with external pressures, greatly increased his physical cultivation.
This undoubtedly set back his progress in transforming his virtual core into a realistic core by a significant margin.
The campaign in the Thousand Peak Forest of Liangzhu Country made Sun Lingtong even more eager about his cultivation.
Therefore, although he had a good opportunity for soul cultivation in White Paper City, he held back, waiting to be officially promoted to a Golden Core Cultivator.
After advancing to Golden Core, he could then enhance his physical and soul foundation just as well.
Because Sun Lingtong’s main cultivation method was the Youthful Emperor’s Technique, focusing on the Divine Sea, which he had mastered to perfection.
The main cultivation method is truly a cultivator’s foundation. If this cultivation is lacking, for example, breaking through with 90% completion, the quality of the core would drop, and the foundation would be unstable.
For Sun Lingtong, whether he practices physically sooner or later doesn’t affect the foundation.
His plan was beautiful, but who would have thought such a situation would arise?
Now, due to insufficient soul foundation, Sun Lingtong could only watch the Nascent Soul Paper General without being able to enter.
He was so angry his entire soul body “swelled” a bit.
“It’s infuriating!” Sun Lingtong tried several times, all in vain, eventually turning his eyes to other paper figures in irritation.
He rubbed his small hand on the paper god figures on the war chariot. These divine paper figures possessed Golden Core Level strength, but pressing against them felt like pressing on leather armor—still no entry.
Sun Lingtong grew even angrier and turned his attention elsewhere.
He scanned the area, his gaze sweeping past spear and shield soldiers, heavy crossbow paper men, and settled on the cow cavalry.
He climbed onto one of the cows, touching the paper cavalryman. This time it felt like pressing on a thin layer of window paper. With slight pressure, he “pierced” through, his entire soul body entering.
The paperman cavalry immediately “came to life,” and its entire form transformed.
Within a few breaths, it was no longer a paper figure with a wooden frame but became a living Yin Soldier.
The Yin Soldier was large and robust, yet its eyes darted with a nimble wit that contrasted its burly frame.
Sun Lingtong felt as if he were wearing a large, cumbersome cotton coat, feeling uncomfortable.
He was disappointed to find he could only control the cavalryman, while the mount beneath him remained papier-mâché.
He jumped down from the cow’s back, noticing the drop was much shorter than before, as he had become quite tall.
Sun Lingtong shook his shoulders. The previous disappointment and anger faded quickly, replaced by curiosity and eagerness.
“Ooh-woo! Netherworld, here I come.” Under Ning Zhuo’s close watch, Sun Lingtong was ready to depart.
“Boss, hold on a moment. I’ll use the Qianmo Lamp to transport you out. This place is quite hidden; if you go out directly, you’ll leave traces.” Ning Zhuo suddenly thought and reminded him timely.
Sun Lingtong naturally agreed.
Ning Zhuo then activated the palace lamp, and the next moment, Sun Lingtong was transported ten miles away.
The Netherworld was desolate.
Sun Lingtong felt like he was trekking through a desert.
The unchanging scenery greatly reduced Sun Lingtong’s enthusiasm.
“What’s that sound?” He moved his ears slightly, catching the sound of water.
He immediately decided to approach the source of the water sound, better than wandering aimlessly.
Midway, black snow suddenly descended from the sky.
Sun Lingtong tried to catch it with his hand, discovering it was merely the ash of burnt paper.
The paper ash permeated his paper body, inexplicably adding a thread of strength to him.
Startled by the black snow, numerous netherworld creatures emerged from who-knows-where.
There were ghost dogs, ghoul heads, and monsters with human bodies and bull heads…
“Here they come again, here they come again!”
“The Lord of Wangchuan has performed a great ceremony; we reap benefits every day.”
“Mine, this is mine.”
The black snow didn’t last long, and soon these netherworld creatures started fighting amongst themselves.