10000 Years In A Cultivation Sect Novels & Stories

"I thought it was a mistake at first, but Danial himself confirmed it." Marshal Barns sat in his chairs seemingly in deep thought. He knew Danial was extraordinary but didn't expect that he would be this young. They knew this matter must be protected. In Somerland, a Peak Stage Mortal Level Cultivator would at minimum take 40 years to reach for an ordinary person, and that too with extreme and vigorous training. Even a genius would take at least 25 to 30 years to reach the Peak of Mortal-level Cultivation. If Danial's cultivation and his age are revealed in the world then it would surely cause chaos.

It was cold, clear, and heavy enough to crack bone. The look in his eyes was deadly. "That sect has been standing for over 1,000 years. Their defenses were built like a fortress with layers of manifestations stacked so deep. They had plenty of strong practitioners, and on top of all that, that old fool Lirael was still in there. "And you're telling me someone has just destroyed the whole sect?" There was something careful buried in his tone. In 1,000 years, he'd seen sects squabble and fall apart plenty of times—that was just how things went. But a sect like the Greenshade Guild had deep roots and old power.

- He said. - All this eating babies. - He said cummings inside her pussy. - You have contact with the sect of Um-Mu, as far as I know. - Barbarian. - The organization is a good ally, they could benefit from a good member, we have been exchanging favour’s for ages. - It has been over 1000 years of this. – He said, holding his hips between thrusts.

Chase knew these elders' cultivation was unfathomable, yet he still mustered his courage. "Actually, I already have a sect. So do they." "Oh? Who's your master? What sect?" Topher asked with a frown. "The Miracle Doctor Sect, and I'm currently the sect master," Chase answered honestly. "Well, I also have a sect, the Path Seeking Sect. My master is my own father," Seva quickly added. "The Miracle Doctor Sect? The Path Seeking Sect? Never heard of them. Are these new sects that emerged in the past 30 thousand years? Who has the highest cultivation in your sects?" Topher thought carefully, confirmed he had never heard of these two sects, and asked them.

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

In the end, Vivian’s guilty conscience got the better of her, and she ran away before the ritual was even completed that night… Now, thanks to Vivian being the world’s worst accomplice, the truth finally came out. Blake tied Crystal up with a rope and brought both me and my video evidence to the police station. Before leaving, I removed the baby parasites from the bodyguards. As I collected the worms one by one, I couldn’t help sighing. Sure enough, Revival Worms could never become Deathfeign Parasites. But somehow, they unexpectedly produced an entire batch of Dormant Parasites instead.

The Sect Level Conference was presided by the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost. Not only in Snow Province but also in the other twenty-five provinces of the Northern Region, the Sect Level Conference was held every ten years. They were presided over by an inspector from the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost. On the basis of every sect's performance and rank in it, each sect's proportion would be determined for the future ten years, in terms of various cultivation resources and support from the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost.

If humans adopted that cultivation method, their progress would be very slow. Darryl had read an old book from the Nine Mainland a few years prior. It mentioned a sect from several thousand years ago. Members of that sect would train by absorbing the air of Heaven and Earth. However, no one knew why the sect disappeared. That style of cultivation technique disappeared from the world of cultivators for the next thousand years. He did not think he could witness it in the Keygate Continent. Darryl was right. Lilo was absorbing the essence of the moon. That cultivation method was one of Granny Rafflesia's ultimate techniques—the Zen Moon Sutra.

On the Floating Platform, Sixiang Shu sneered, "It was just 10 Spiritual Meridians of the lowest grade. After I go back, I can re-implant them again. Self-destruction? Ahaha. A sect had said that many years ago, but that sect now has been extinct for thousands of years, ahaha..." His voice echoed in the square, and Xiao Chen's heart was shocked. He remembered it! He remembered it! Thousands of years ago, it seemed that there was indeed a small sect that was not highly valued by people proposing to implant spiritual roots or whatnot into the body of the cultivator to speed up cultivation.

Did this energy being really have a hundred years of cultivation? It was important to note that cultivating for a hundred years was far from easy. Despite the fact that many cultivators practiced evil sorcery and some of them even sacrificed themselves to evil spirits to gain powers that would allow them to devour the cultivation of others, people like that were bound to be the public enemy to the cultivation circle. Many cultivators wanted the powers of a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand years of cultivation, but chances like that solely relied on fate. Without fate, cultivators who tried to absorb the powers of others would face hurdle after hurdle, and eventually be slaughtered.