Spirit Vessel-Chapter 1202: Prosperous Races

Saint dao was an ethereal matter, neither physical nor mental. It wasn’t a matter of energy either but when the body had enough, the strand of dao would transform into a law.

Although Feiyun only had a single one in his inner core, his cultivation became five times as strong - a truly monumental transformation.

He had relied on the evil dragon’s eye, Myriad Beast Physique, Swift Samsara, Tribulation Break, and many other methods to make up for his weak cultivation. Now, he finally reached the pseudo-saint level.

His aura and presence changed dramatically, becoming superior to regular living beings like a god or a saint.

Whenever others saw him, they would feel various emotions - respect, reverence, fear, despair...

Pseudo-saints simply existed as a higher form than weaker cultivators and had a mental suppression.

Feiyun had felt this when fighting the fourth city lord, being dominated by the fourth city lord’s presence.

“So this is the pseudo-saint realm.” He took a deep breath and spirit energy within several hundred miles flowed into his flesh.

This naturally shocked everyone near Saint Nuwa’s shrine.

“A pseudo-saint senior is absorbing energy right here!”

“Only a few of them exist in each dynasty, if only I can have one as a master...”

Many tried to find this pseudo-saint but none was successful. Pseudo-saints were hidden dragons. The only place to find them easily was in Chaos City during the Myriad Race Conference.

Feiyun had hidden his aura and became a regular cultivator since tomorrow was the date of the conference.

Strange creatures and demons could be seen on the street - a demoness with long ears and blue hair, golden cats as large as elephants, centipedes with draconic scales...

West Bull was massive and had gestated countless species. Myriad Races was only a title since the number far exceeded ten thousand.

Humans had 188 worlds but this was only a small part of the glacier. The territories of the thirty-six grand demon races were the same way.

Other demon races came, not as powerful as the immemorial ones but far more numerous. One race alone couldn’t defeat an immemorial race, but an alliance of a dozen made it possible.

Moreover, some demon races weren’t part of the thirty-six but were nearly as strong. Just like humans, they wished to join the immemorial classification.

Of course, beasts came as well, having more than 80,000 races. Their problem was limited intelligence, needing to cultivate for several hundred years before gaining relative intelligence. Because of this, only a few races became civilized and organized enough to unite the masses.

The thirty-six strongest beast races possessed divine bloodlines, mirroring the oldest demons.

In reality, demons and beasts shared the same origin. They eventually chose two different paths of cultivation, resulting in the divide.

Demons viewed beasts as barbaric and wretched. Beasts viewed demons as arrogant and superficial, abandoning their true nature.

How did demons come into being? This was because humans were too strong during Time Immemorial.

Beasts began learning human methods of cultivation along with their personality and culture. Throughout the years, a deviation was formed - beasts appearing in humanoid forms and were known as demons.

Ultimately, choosing this path was the correct choice since demons were currently stronger than beasts - this was an undeniable truth. The four strongest demon races could command the immemorial beast races.

Anything with sentience was eligible to join the conference. Therefore, corpse evils, specters, fiends, voids, abnormalities, and many more strange entities came.

It wouldn’t be strange to see a skeletal swordsman walking down the road. A painting flying in the sky might not be a treasure but a living being. A fly nearby could turn out to be an expert at the Heaven’s Emergence level.

Some of these unknown cultivators could fight evenly with Prince Tyrant.

Feiyun witnessed the myriad races at last. Some of them were completely foreign to him; a few young ones could compete with the best of them.

“The human’s momentum is unstoppable this time, they have waited patiently for this day. Perhaps they will be able to surpass the immemorial demons and beasts.”

Young demons who had red horns with lightning coursing through them chatted.

“They have a list of eight geniuses, each capable of fighting against the young kings of the immemorial demons, it’s unbelievable.”

“I heard that the strongest can fight Prince Tyrant.”

“The older humans are monstrous too, Aquamoon Deity killed a dragon and eventually caught up to the sacred ancestor of the golden crow. They fought for twenty days and destroyed stars, ending with his death.”

“Right, she killed several saints at this point.”

Feiyun listened to their conversation and got a cold sweat. Shui Yueting was something else, capable of catching and killing another saint.

“Prince Tyrant is nothing, he got defeated by a mysterious expert eighty years ago. There can only be one king of the young generation, and it’s not him. Boss, give me another emperor pig trotter.” A chubby man spoke, still taller than Feiyun by a head despite sitting down.

His thighs were as thick as barrels; his waist was as wide as a water tank. He had curved white eyebrows while being bald.

He only had red shorts on, looking rather amicable and simple.

Feiyun glanced at him and could feel a monstrous demonic energy surpassing even the immemorial races.

The man noticed his glance and smiled at him.

“Sir, this is your thirty-first emperor pig trotter.”

“Thanks.” The man held a nine-meter-long trotter with one hand and gnawed, only needing a short time before leaving only a large bone behind.

“I’m finally full. Boss, your dishes are great, I’ll be back next time. Here’s a Dragon Spirit Stone.” The man smiled.

“... That’s a hundred more times than the actual bill, I can’t take it...”

“It’s my lowest quality spirit stone, don’t worry, just don’t make me pay next time.” He laughed and got up, fixing his belt and wanting to leave.

However, a group of golden demons came and surrounded him.

The fourth prince of the golden crow glared at him and sneered: “You disrespected Prince Tyrant earlier?”

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