91: Spirit Gathering Tower

The eyes of all the Family Disciples were involuntarily drawn toward the center, to an area shrouded by a powerful Restriction—the Spirit Gathering Tower!

It was a cultivation Holy Land built by Clan Chief Di Shenglong using great Divine Abilities. The concentration of Spiritual Qi inside the tower was more than a hundred times that of the outside world. Especially the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower, which was a supreme treasure for breaking through Bottlenecks and tempering one's body!

However, the price for entering it to Cultivate was a massive amount of Family contribution points!

“Contribution Points!” These two words became the most burning desire in the hearts of all Di Clan Disciples.

The news of the Burial God Ancient Domain was like a potent medicine, completely igniting their desire to become stronger.

In the Martial Arts Arena, the shouts of sparring matches grew more intense. Amidst the flash of blades and shadows of swords, with fists whistling through the air, everyone exerted their full strength, squeezing out every bit of their potential just to earn more contribution points to exchange for a chance to enter the Spirit Gathering Tower or obtain top-tier resources!

As the War Lineage Master and the person most credited for surviving the Netherworld Secret Realm, Di Tianxiao, who held a million contribution points, naturally possessed the priority qualification to use the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower.

After arranging the daily affairs of the War Lineage, he did not hesitate to step into that towering giant tower, its entire body flowing with a lustrous sheen.

The tower doors closed silently behind him.

All the noise from the outside world was instantly cut off.

Di Tianxiao felt his body suddenly sink! It wasn't an increase in gravity, but rather the majestic spiritual power, so dense it was almost viscous and contained an Aura of Chaos, pressing down on him like an invisible mountain!

With every breath, it felt as if countless tiny particles of pure energy were surging through his nasal passages into his limbs and bones, frantically washing over and nourishing his Meridians and internal organs!

“Roar!” A low growl escaped Di Tianxiao's throat, like that of a wounded tiger.

He didn't immediately sit cross-legged to Cultivate. Instead, he abruptly activated the Nine Heavens War Emperor Scripture! The war yuan within his body erupted like a dormant volcano, and golden Battle Intent surged from his body, faintly condensing into a blurry phantom of a great sun behind him!

He actually intended to use his Battle Intent to draw in the spiritual power under this terrifying pressure, forcibly tempering his own body!

“Boom!”

The violent spiritual power was drawn by his Battle Intent, turning into a golden torrent that fiercely washed over his body!

His skin instantly split open and blood seeped out, only to be quickly healed by the dense, life-giving spiritual power. His bones groaned under the unbearable burden, and muscle fibers were torn apart only to be reorganized.

Intense pain hit his nerves like a tide, but Di Tianxiao's eyes were like burning lava, filled with unyielding defiance and madness!

The War God Physique was meant to grow in battle and achieve Nirvana in desperate situations! This terrifying pressure of the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower was, for him, the best whetstone!

Time lost its meaning inside the tower. Di Tianxiao was completely immersed in a state of selflessness.

Using the Nine Heavens War Emperor Scripture as a guide, he frantically devoured the pure spiritual power within the tower, refining it into the most pure and majestic war yuan.

The phantom of the great sun behind him became clearer and clearer, and the scorching Battle Intent it emitted even caused the surrounding viscous spiritual power to evaporate into a dense mist.

His body underwent cycles of destruction and Rebirth. Old Impurities were forcibly expelled, and new flesh, bones, and tendons became tougher and stronger under the nourishment of spiritual power!

A faint dark-golden luster flowed beneath his skin, as if cast from divine gold. His bone density increased greatly, and when struck, they actually produced the sound of clashing metal!

His Meridians were widened several times over, like a surging river, with the raging war yuan roaring and flowing through them!

His Divine Soul was also undergoing tempering. Within the tower, there was not only spiritual power but also a trace of the Dao Charm left by Di Shenglong.

Di Tianxiao guarded his mind amidst the pain, comprehending that trace of Dao Charm. The battle instincts brought by the War God Physique and the profound Battle Intent of the Nine Heavens War Emperor Scripture continuously merged. His control over power and his understanding of combat were both improving at a rapid pace!

Only ten days passed in the outside world.

When the heavy doors of the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower slowly opened again, a figure stepped out.

It was still that stalwart figure, but the feeling he gave off was now completely different!

Previously, Di Tianxiao was like a battle-axe with its edge exposed and covered in blood—wild and fierce.

But the Di Tianxiao who walked out now was like a primordial divine peak that had experienced smelting by subterranean fire and tempering by divine lightning, finally settling into its true form!

Steady, heavy, and restrained, yet containing terrifying power sufficient to collapse the heavens and rend the earth! The Aura around his body was perfectly integrated, with no trace of his previous instability or hidden injuries.

The Bottleneck of the Tongtian Realm Fifth Level had long been shattered. What he emitted now was the majestic pressure of the Tong Tian Realm Tenth Level!

Furthermore, this pressure was incredibly condensed, and his Foundation was terrifyingly solid, faintly touching the threshold of the Law!

As his eyes opened and closed, golden Battle Intent burned like substantive flames deep within his pupils, yet it was firmly controlled by an even deeper will.

Just by standing there, his invisible Aura made the breath of several War Lineage Disciples waiting outside hitch. They involuntarily took a half-step back, their eyes filled with shock and fervor!

“Lineage Master... you...” a Core Disciple's voice trembled with excitement.

Di Tianxiao felt the surging, roaring, and seemingly endless power within his body. He clenched his fist, his knuckles making a series of crisp, popping sounds.

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Godfall Di Clan and casting toward the distant and chaotic direction of the Burial God Ancient Domain, as he said in a deep voice:

“It's still not enough! Pass down the order: all members of the War Lineage whose contribution points meet the standard are to enter the Spirit Gathering Tower in batches! Everyone else, train yourselves to death! The Burial God Ancient Domain... my Di Clan shall eventually set foot there!”

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a convincing, rock-like firmness.

Ten days of secluded cultivation, a complete transformation!

But this was only the beginning.

The divine weapon that was the Di Clan, which had been silent for ten thousand years, was now, amidst frantic tempering, once again radiating a sharp edge that would make the heavens tremble!

Above the Godfall Di Clan, the invisible dragon of the Family's Luck seemed to sense this vigorous and resilient power. It let out a low and majestic dragon roar, becoming even more solid.

Since Di Shenglong drew in the Saint-Grade Peak-Level Saint Meridian and established the three Spirit Gathering Towers, the cultivation of the Godfall Di Clan's Disciples could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds.

Although ninety-nine percent of the clansmen's contribution points only allowed them to Cultivate in the Profound-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower, it was enough.

The Godfall Di Clan no longer lacked top-tier combat power, but the cultivation levels of the clan's Disciples were still not quite enough.

Therefore, the Spirit Gathering Tower became particularly important.

Up until now, there were only over forty Purple Mansion Realm Disciples in the clan, while there were over a hundred clansmen in the Divine Mansion Realm.

Di Qianjie and the other five now held quite a few contribution points. They decided to spend some to directly enter the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower to Cultivate for a few days.

It wasn't that they didn't want to Cultivate more, but it was just too difficult.

Cultivating for one day in the Saint-Grade Spirit Gathering Tower required one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones or ten thousand contribution points. Where would they get that many Spirit Stones right now?

With only the contribution points obtained from this Secret Realm exploration, one hundred thousand contribution points would only last for ten days of cultivation.

Di Qianjie and Di Xingyun had over six hundred thousand contribution points and decided to Cultivate for a few more days, while the others had fewer points and decided to Cultivate for fewer days.

Even if it was only for a few days, it was still incredibly terrifying.