Sage of Humanity-Chapter 732 - 730: Come

The moment the Dragon Throne enveloped him, Lu Ye understood why Zhuang Bufan had only activated it once before he had exhausted himself completely.

At this moment, his whole body was enclosed within the Dragon Throne, and he felt a stabbing pain everywhere.

It was not an illusion, but real pain!

It was as if countless invisible tiny spikes had grown inside the Dragon Throne, piercing through various parts of his body.

In an instant, Lu Ye felt as if he was undergoing the most intense torture in the world, his sweat pouring out like pulp.

The pain was not only affecting his physical body but also his soul.

He could clearly feel the Dragon Throne greedily drawing out everything from him, his spirit force, physical strength, Psyche Force...

All his innate accumulation was uncontrollably draining away at an alarming rate, filling Lu Ye with terror.

During this process, his mind also ascended limitlessly, seemingly transcending the physical confines in a more mystical manner on this earth.

Everything in his view changed.

The Soaring Dragon cultivators around him and the approaching enemies from the Blood Race suddenly seemed insignificant.

He knew it was not that they had become smaller, but that he had grown larger!

He had indeed seen it when Zhuang Bufan used the Dragon Throne, that thirty-foot-tall, oppressive figure.

He could also see myriad colors flowing before his eyes, just like when he activated the Insight Spirit Runes to enhance his vision. These colors were clearly the hues of Spiritual Energy from various element signs.

But this time, he hadn't activated the Insight Spirit Runes; he was merely observing with his naked eyes, yet he could see even more details than when he had the runes' enhancement.

The movements of the figures stirring around him also became incredibly slow. He clearly saw a myriad of expressions of amazement, shock, and disbelief in their eyes, even clearly discerning the dilation and enlargement of their pupils.

With the Dragon Throne added to his body, besides the stabbing pain everywhere, there was no discomfort. He and the Dragon Throne perfectly merged; at this moment, he was the Dragon Throne, and the Dragon Throne was him!

He finally understood why the cover armorer sect relied so heavily on external power.

He also finally realized why Zhuang Bufan's final moments in life were so powerful.

The Dragon Throne, as a divine object, could bring an unimaginable all-around enhancement to any cultivator.

At this time, Lu Ye felt an overwhelming power filling his body, a power far beyond what his cultivation level should be able to harness.

And...

Suddenly, he looked up in a southeast direction; intuitively, he felt that in that direction, there was something deeply linked to him.

Or rather, deeply connected to the Dragon Throne!

He slowly reached out a hand towards that direction and made a grasping motion, uttering a single word.

"Come!"

To the southeast of Soaring Dragon lay Ganzhou, where one of the Three Great Overlord Sects, Vajra Temple, was located.

Vajra Temple had a long legacy, filled with numerous ancient temples and pagodas.

Monk Fahua's former place of meditation housed a thirty-three-story tower that had been there for so long that the current cultivators of Vajra Temple had long forgotten its purpose.

Each generation, only the abbot and a few key elders knew the secret of this tower.

Many monks of Vajra Temple might never visit this place in their lifetimes and thus were unaware of the tower's existence.

At this very moment, a young novice monk was sweeping the dust in the open space in front of the tower. The young novice, with rosy lips and white teeth, had been in the temple for two years and was of weak cultivation.

Therefore, he had not followed the monks of Vajra Temple northward, because a cultivator like him would be of no use there.

The young novice was meticulous in his sweeping, yet his face bore some sadness.

He remembered seeing the ancestral master emerge from seclusion here a few days ago, but soon after, he had heard the tragic news of the master's demise in Xuezhou.

Subsequently, more news came from Xuezhou about the invasion of the Blood Race and the descent of the Blood World. All the capable monks of the temple had gone to fight.

Now, in the vast Vajra Temple, only these weak young novice monks remained.

He did not know what the future held, nor did he know whether his senior monks could conquer the demons. He could only do what he was capable of.

Keeping the place clean, for he was sure his seniors would praise him upon their return.

Almost the moment Lu Ye raised his hand, the area around Vajra Temple suddenly shook violently.

The young novice looked up in alarm, only to see the thirty-three-story tower swaying continuously.

"Oh mother!" The young novice, shocked, fell to the ground, trying to flee, but suddenly froze as an incredibly ferocious aura emerged from beneath the tower. In a daze, the young novice seemed to see a pair of crimson eyes glancing at him.

"Oh no!" Having never experienced such an ordeal, the young novice couldn't endure it. With a bizarre cry, he fainted on the spot.

The next moment, a heaven-reaching blood light burst forth from the base of the ancient tower, as if breaking free from ages of confinement. The light, like a long sword piercing the sky, split the tower in two.

In the booming noise, the blood-red light soared into the sky, transforming into a Blood-Colored Thunderbolt and streaking northward.

That day, countless beings of Soaring Dragon witnessed the bizarre scene of the blood light piercing the sky.

In Vajra Temple, only the young novice monk, who remained unconscious, and the ancient pagoda, reduced to ruins, were left.

...

Xuezhou, beneath Sky Ravine.

A Blood Race warrior charged fiercely toward that three zhang tall crimson figure, until he was only three zhang away, Lu Ye still showed no reaction.

This Blood Race cultivator's strength was comparable to someone of the True Lake Realm; although he could only exert the power of the Cloud River Realm now, he was by no means ordinary.

He recognized the Dragon Throne's extraordinariness, but what of it?

Divine objects are fine, but one must be able to control them, relying on the low cultivation of the beings in this world; how could they bring out the divine power of such an object?

As long as he killed the human inside the cover armor, that divine object would belong to the Blood Race!

He held a bone spike carved from an ancient beast's leg bone, his body radiated with a bright blood light, evidently using the Blood Path Secret Technique, as he directly stabbed toward the head of the Dragon Throne.

Seeing that his enemy in front did not move at all, he couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

He had succeeded!

Suddenly, his vision whirled dizzyingly, and before he could react, he lost the strength to resist.

Within the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye looked indifferent as he caught the legs of this Blood Race cultivator like catching a small chicken and hoisted him up in his hand.

The Blood Race's figure was relatively taller and more elongated than that of the human race, much like the difference between a small grass and a big tree when compared to the Dragon Throne's towering three-zhang body.

Slow!

Too slow!

Enhanced by the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye's senses had reached an unprecedented level of exaggeration; even someone as powerful as a True Lake Realm Blood Race would, at best, reach a stalemate with people like Huang Liang.

But he simply reached out and caught the enemy in his hand, the motion relaxed and effortless as if he were catching a mosquito.

The many restless Blood Race members around saw this scene and were all deeply terrified.

The captured Blood Race members had strength unknown to the Soaring Dragon cultivators, but it was clear to the Blood Race.

How could such a powerful being be caught without reacting?

However, that was the reality laid out before them.

Following that, a more horrifying scene occurred; Lu Ye simply shook his hand, and the Blood Race powerhouse he held emitted a series of bone-crushing snap sounds, turning as limp as noodles.

Zhuang Bufan was forcing the Dragon Throne's powers when he was slaughtering the elders of Sky Ravine Sect like chickens and dogs.

Now, with a partial recognition from the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye could wield a portion of its power, making him even stronger than Zhuang Bufan had been that day.

What of a Blood Race powerhouse with the foundation of True Lake Realm? Let alone that he could only exert the power of Cloud River Realm now, even if there were no natural limits and he could use all his power, he might not match Lu Ye as he was now.

The enhancement the Dragon Throne brought to a cultivator was horrifically unimaginable; one could only understand the divine object's power when it was worn personally.

After casually tossing aside that Blood Race powerhouse, his life force quickly dissipated.

Near the Dragon Throne, creatures of both races fell silent.

The difference was that the Blood Race displayed frank terror, while the Soaring Dragon cultivators burst with hopeful radiance.

That three zhang tall crimson figure was like a long knife, slicing through the gloom over their hearts, showing them the light of victory.

"Destroy the altar!" From high above, Huang Liang bellowed in anger.

However, after killing that suicidal Blood Race, Lu Ye just stood there motionless, as if he hadn't heard Huang Liang's call at all.

"Destroy the altar! Destroy the altar!" Huang Liang screamed hoarsely.

Lu Ye remained indifferent.

He wasn't deaf to the call, nor was he unaware that the altar needed to be destroyed now, but… the Dragon Throne was consuming too much!

Merely wearing this cover armor, he had used up about eighty percent of his strength, including but not limited to his spirit force, blood Qi energy, and psyche force…

Moreover, as time passed, his own strength continued to drain, though not as terrifyingly as before.

His previous action was out of necessity and served as a deterrence!

Benefiting from having seen Zhuang Bufan exhibit the Dragon Throne's powerful effect right before his eyes, Lu Ye had swallowed a large amount of elixir pills and Five Drops of Soul Water before activating the Dragon Throne.

At this moment, his belly hummed, and the Bestial Gluttony Feast operated at an unprecedented efficiency, turning the medicinal effect of the elixir pills into spirit force, replenishing the psyche force consumed by the Soul Water.

He could barely keep up with the Dragon Throne's consumption, plus slightly more.\\

But he still dared not make any rash moves; merely standing here, the consumption was bearable, but acting would greatly increase it.\\

He was now conserving his own strength and waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to ensure he could destroy the altar in one strike!

He inwardly shuddered—gaining recognition from the Dragon Throne came at such a terrifying cost; it was understandable why Zhuang Bufan ended up in such a state while forcefully controlling the Dragon Throne's power.