Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives
/ Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives Chapter 20
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm!
Fifth level of the Divine Sea Realm!
Sixth level of the Divine Sea Realm!
To others, bottlenecks that were as difficult to overcome as mountains did not exist for Shen Ran. He broke through them one after another.
The bones and muscles in his body emitted a thunderous sound.
His extremely top-notch talents had also been elevated to different degrees.
“Phew—”
After exiting his cultivation state, Shen Ran let out a long white breath.
Just a single breath carried terrifying power.
In this vast Ghost Cry Cliff, a hurricane that swept through the nine heavens was formed. Countless boulders weighing tens of thousands of catties were blown out of the canyon by this breath.
“Boom!”
...
Shen Ran opened his eyes and clenched his fists.
The air in his palm was directly crushed, forming a thunderous explosion.
He stood up and stamped his foot gently.
An abysmal crack that was tens of thousands of feet long spread out.
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At this moment, Shen Ran's Pangu Sacred Body had already ascended to the highest.
Just his physical strength alone easily surpassed a million catties!
The growth of his Supreme Bones, Ancient Immortal Eyes, and Heavenly Spirit Root could not be underestimated.
Although his cultivation level had only increased from the third level of the Divine Sea Realm to the sixth level of the Divine Sea Realm.
However, Shen Ran's strength had actually increased by more than a hundred times!
In addition, after absorbing the entire 10,000-year Wood Spirit Marrow, apart from the Pangu Sacred Body, Shen Ran also had an additional physique—the Wood Spirit Body!
This was a magical physique that was not inferior to the Pangu Sacred Body at all.
It possessed unlimited self-healing ability.
Legend had it that when the Wood Spirit Body was developed to its ultimate, it could even be reborn with a drop of blood!
Shen Ran's expression turned serious. He used all his strength and cut a foot-long wound on his arm.
The moment the wound appeared, the wood spiritual power in his body surged crazily towards the wound.
In the blink of an eye, the foot-long wound on his arm was healed by the surging wood spiritual power before it could even bleed.
Looking at it with the naked eye, one could not even see the scars on Shen Ran's arm.
I will be one step closer to the final realm of transcendence and freedom.
Feeling the increase in his strength, Shen Ran was overjoyed.
Of course, after he cultivated, there was also something that did not seem so wonderful.
Shen Ran looked around the entire Ghost Cry Cliff and felt helpless.
The extremely dense spiritual energy at the bottom of the cliff had disappeared.
The remaining spiritual energy was not even 1% of the previous servant disciple region.
My talent is too strong. Every time I break through, the resources I need are also terrifying.
Shen Ran held his forehead and sighed.
I have to find more opportunities as soon as possible. Shen Ran thought to himself, Also, after becoming an ordinary disciple, I can have a free opportunity to go to the Treasure Pavilion to choose weapons. I can't miss it.
Shen Ran took a look. After he broke through to the Divine Sea Realm, the opportunity to modify narratives was refreshed, and he could do it three times again.
He could have acquired the weapon by modifying the narrative.
However, the opportunity to modify the narrative would only refresh every time he broke through a major realm. It was really precious.
He might as well check out the Treasure Pavilion first.
By checking the narrative, there might be unexpected gains.
If he really couldn't find a suitable weapon, he could use the narrative to modify it.
He was lost in thought.
Then Shen Ran exerted strength in his feet and easily jumped onto the Ghost Cry Cliff that was thousands of feet high.
He rushed in the direction of the Empyrean Sword Sect.
Soon he returned to the Eighth Peak of the Empyrean Sword Sect.
Soon Shen Ran sensed that something was weird.
He was happy because he had just broken through and his strength had soared.
However, he realized that other than himself, all the disciples of the Empyrean Sword Sect he saw on the way back to the Empyrean Sword Sect also had expressions of joy on their faces.
In addition, when he arrived at the mountain gate, he discovered that the mountain gate, which was usually only frequented by disciples of the sect, was actually filled with people from all walks of life.
They cried and shouted, begging the Empyrean Sword Sect to give them a chance to become servant disciples.
He wondered if something major had happened in the sect during the time he left the sect to obtain opportunities and cultivate.
But after all, it had nothing to do with him.
What Shen Ran needed to do was to fight for more opportunities and reach the peak of cultivation as soon as possible.
All other miscellaneous matters would distract him.
“Elder, I'm Shen Ran, a new disciple of the Eighth Summit. I'm here to choose a weapon.”
In front of the Treasure Pavilion, Shen Ran bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him.
All the weapons of the Empyrean Sword Sect were kept in the Treasure Pavilion.
From mortal iron weapons to supreme ancient divine weapons, they were all recorded.
As for the old man in front of him, as an elder guarding such an important place like the Treasure Pavilion, his strength must be unfathomable.
Shen Ran silently sensed for a moment and realized that the other party's strength far exceeded his own. He could not figure out his strength at all.
Out of curiosity, Shen Ran secretly glanced at the other party's narrative.
[This is an Emperor Realm cultivator who has lived for more than 4,000 years. He is one of the founders of the Empyrean Sword Sect. After his potential was exhausted and it was difficult for him to improve, he gave up pursuing fame and fortune and became the gatekeeper of the Treasure Pavilion, quietly waiting for death.]
Hiss—
After reading the narrative, Shen Ran gasped.
He had never expected that the elder guarding the gate of the Treasure Pavilion was actually an emperor-level expert who had lived for 4,000 years and was only inferior to the True Emperor Realm.
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It could only be said that the thoughts of these old monsters who had lived for a long time were really unpredictable.
“You're Shen Ran?”
The old man opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Ran. “After registering as an ordinary disciple, I saw that you didn't come for two days. I thought you didn't want the weapons that were provided for free.”
“I was delayed by some miscellaneous matters a few days ago. I only had time today,” Shen Ran said respectfully.
“Yes, go in.”
The old man waved his hand and the door to the treasure room opened automatically behind him.
“Remember, you can only choose from the first floor. Once you go to the second floor or above, you will bear the consequences. In addition, once you choose a weapon, this opportunity will be invalid. If you want to change weapons, you have to pay at least 30,000 spirit stones to enter the Treasure Pavilion again.”
“Thank you for your guidance, Elder.”
Shen Ran bowed to the old man again before walking into the Treasure Pavilion.
Because it was the treasure vault of the Empyrean Sword Sect, most of the weapons in it were swords.
Shen Ran chose especially carefully.
He carefully studied the narrative of every weapon he saw.
[This is an ordinary sword. Nothing out of the ordinary.]
[This is a sword with fire attributes. It's of average quality.]
[This is a sword with a curse attribute. Those who are slashed by it will be contaminated. It is of average quality.]
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[This is an ordinary sword…]
After looking at almost all the weapons on the first floor, Shen Ran shook his head.
None of the weapons on this floor were of quality that would satisfy him.
It was said that the higher the floor of the Treasure Pavilion, the better the quality of the weapons collected.
Presumably, only average-quality weapons would be stored on this floor.
Shen Ran was about to leave the Treasure Pavilion with that random sword and use the narrative modification to upgrade…
A pile of hundreds of battered weapons caught his eye.
To be precise, it was the narrative of a sword wrapped in heavy rust that made Shen Ran's eyes light up.
[This was a weapon used by a human powerhouse, an emperor, 20,000 years ago…]
Chapter end
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