Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 75

Chapter 75 The Power of the Divine Hidden

Ancestral Dragons had once told the patriarch that if the Long family were in trouble, he must go to a certain place. Someone from the organization would be there to pick him up. By joining the organization, he would have a chance to revive the Long family.

The patriarch also told his three sons this.

Almost there, almost there!

Just as Long Sanshui was about to relax, a voice rang out in his ear.

“Third Young Master, you’ve been running for so long, take a break. Come and have some water,” Jiang Li kindly reminded Long Sanshui, handing him a gourd. Startled, Long Sanshui stumbled and fell to the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey, where can I get him some water?” the Ruyi Gourd said in dismay. Jiang Li warned it not to speak carelessly, but the group wasn’t crowded now. Qin Luan and the other two were close friends. This creature called “Long” wouldn’t live long, so it should be able to speak, right?

Ever since spiritual treasures developed intelligence, the ability to speak was nothing new, and Qin Luan and the others were used to it.

Of course, if they knew it was the Ruyi Gourd, a magical artifact, their expressions would be completely different.

“You, you, you are haunting me!”

As soon as he saw Jiang Li, Long Sanshui no longer had any resentment in his heart. If begging for mercy would work, he would immediately kneel down and beg them to spare his life.

“The word ‘haunting’ is so harsh. It should be called ‘yang spirit’.” Jiang Li corrected seriously.

“Our Long family has been destroyed. I beg you to spare my life. I promise to turn over a new leaf and devote my life to doing good things!”

Jiang Li turned his head and asked, “You all heard it. He said he wanted to turn over a new leaf.”

“Then…” Song Ying didn’t understand what Jiang Li meant. Was he going to let him go?

Qin Luan nodded: “Since he wants to turn over a new leaf, he will inevitably have to reincarnate. It seems that Young Master Long San wants to die. Let’s grant his wish.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Long Sanshui quickly denied.

“Gentlemen, please spare him if you can. I have a connection with the Long family’s ancestor. While I can’t come to his aid, I must spare his only descendant.” An erratic voice echoed from all directions, giving him a sinister feeling.

Yuan Wuxing, alert, quickly circled around, but couldn’t find anyone. When he turned back, he saw an old man standing next to Long Sanshui.

A cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage!

“Are you from the organization the ancestor mentioned?” Long Sanshui was overjoyed, as if he had found a savior.

“Old Dragon Head gave me many leads, which will be of great help to the organization. As the only survivor of the Long family, you can not only join the organization, but also make a request, as long as I can fulfill it.” The old man spoke kindly, his eyes looking benevolent.

“Then please kill these people!” Long Sanshui pointed at Jiang Li and his group.

The old man shook his head. “These people will die if they see me. You can make one more request.”

Long Sanshui’s face was filled with resentment, his eyes bloodshot. “I have no other requests, only that you beat these people half to death. I will kill them myself!”

“Okay,” the old man said casually. One Nascent Soul cultivator, two early Golden Core cultivators, and one Foundation Establishment cultivator—combined, they were no match for him.

Yuan Wuxing felt as if he were facing a formidable foe. Facing a Divine Transformation cultivator, even if he was a skilled fighter, he couldn’t protect Qin Luan, Song Ying, and Huang Li… Wait, something felt off. Was there someone who didn’t need my protection?

Qin Luan looked at Jiang Li curiously, wanting to see what Huang Li, a Golden Core cultivator, would do in this situation. He was completely helpless.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li unleashed his Hundred-foot Dharma Body, a mighty and powerful force. In a single blow, he killed Long Sanshui and severely injured the old man.

“That move you just made doesn’t seem like something a Golden Core cultivator could do,” Song Ying reminded Jiang Li weakly.

“Oh, actually, you don’t know this, but I have the soul of a Mahayana cultivator within my ring. It can temporarily boost my strength at critical moments,” Jiang Li explained. “Originally, I didn’t want to do this. It’s my biggest trump card, but today is special. If I don’t reveal it, I’ll die.”

“You must keep it a secret!” Jiang Li repeatedly urged, and Song Ying nodded in agreement, almost in a state of confusion.

“Who the hell are you?” The old man was terrified. One move! Just one move had cost him half his life. The other party must be a Fusion Stage cultivator!

“Golden Core cultivator, Huang Li,” Jiang Li introduced himself.

“You’re kidding!” The old man roared, and a strange power surged from his body, instantly healing his body. He turned and ran.

Jiang Li sensed the old man’s strange power, his expression changing. He dropped the pretense of a Jindan cultivator and grabbed the old man with his Dharmakaya, demanding, “What kind of power is this! Where does it come from? How could someone like you, who kills people at the slightest disagreement, possess such power?”

“You… you’re an elder of the Dharmakaya Sect!” The old man recognized Jiang Li’s technique; only the Dharmakaya Sect, one of the six great sects, could unleash such a powerful Dharmakaya.

“Where does your power come from?”

“Oh, do you think I’ll save your life if I tell you?” The old man, knowing he was doomed, refused to speak of his own strength.

“I hope you won’t ask me to kill you later,” Jiang Li said with a cruel smile.

Begging for mercy and screams echoed, sending chills down Song Ying’s spine, unable to imagine the torture the old man was enduring.

“Please… kill me!” The old man, battered beyond recognition by Jiang Li, said, “Anything you want to ask… I’ll tell you… just give me a quick death.”

The old man couldn’t believe such torture existed.

“What is your power? How did you get it?”

“It’s the power of the Divine Treasures. Every believer who joins the sect and sincerely believes in the Venerable Shenzang will discover the Divine Treasures power hidden within their bodies.”

“What kind of sect is that?” Jiang Li had never heard of such a sect, let alone the Venerable Shenzang.

There are many sects in Jiuzhou that worship immortals from the celestial realm, such as those that worship the Great Emperor Zhenwu of the North Pole, those that worship the Moon Star Lord, the Sun Star Lord, and the Great Immortal Huangjiao, among others. The Human Emperor is essentially a faith, and the power of faith in the Human Emperor Palace derives from this.

When the Heavenly Ladder to Immortality was still in existence, the power of faith of believers could be transmitted to the celestial realm, and the immortals would descend. But after the Heavenly Ladder to Immortality disappeared, the connection with the celestial realm was severed, the power of faith could no longer be transmitted, and the immortals would not descend. These sects that worshipped the immortals have now almost disappeared.

“I’m a follower of the Shenzang Sect. The leader tells us that each of us possesses infinite power, but we’re limited by our own understanding and unable to perceive it. As long as we believe in the Venerable Shenzang and use the human trigger, we can tap into our own Shenzang power!”

“What is the human trigger?”

“It’s a human, whether good or bad. As long as we kill someone, we can tap into the Shenzang power.”

“Isn’t this the practice of the Demonic Path?” Qin Luan couldn’t help but interject. Yuan Wuxing nodded repeatedly, reminding him of Jiang Yixing.

“What Demonic Path? Demonic Path power carries resentment, but Shenzang power doesn’t.” The old man glared and displayed the Shenzang power to Qin Luan.

The Shenzang power was golden, warm, and gentle, a world away from the cold Demonic Path.

“Do you know what I call this power?” Jiang Li asked sternly.

“What?”

“The power of merit.”

Qin Luan and Yuan Wuxing felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

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