Ultimately, the group of ghost cultivators decided to wait a while longer.
Because Lin Yun had agreed on a timeframe with them, and at most, he could only influence them in this way for three thousand years.
Three thousand years have passed, and regardless of whether their talents and potential can be transformed, he will stop.
It would only take about a hundred years for the ghost cultivators he influenced to reach the level of condensing a six-patterned divine core. He could bear some of the costs, but if it took three thousand years and he still couldn't get the ghost cultivators he influenced to reach the level of condensing a seven-patterned divine core, he would find it unacceptable.
It wasn't without its costs; as time went by, Lin Yun felt the effects of these costs more and more acutely.
Furthermore, he cannot stay in the Netherworld for too long. On the one hand, he does not want his age to increase too much, otherwise it will be detrimental to his later actions of breaking through the new heavens of the Netherworld.
On the other hand, his progress was not significant as he cultivated while simultaneously expending energy. At the very least, it was far less than the return he received from destroying those desolate universes in the Great World of Living Beings and gaining the power of the Blood Fiend Universe's origin.
Wasting time like this is unnecessary and a real waste.
Perhaps he will do this later in his life, after he has destroyed all the layers of the Netherworld, but not now.
Time slowly passed...
For Lin Yun, this period of time was not short.
However, compared to the ghost cultivators of the Netherworld, this time is not long. Every time Lin Yun leaves and returns, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years have passed in the Netherworld's high heavens.
Three thousand years is a very insignificant number.
Moreover, subtracting the previous five hundred years leaves only two thousand five hundred years. Just waiting another two thousand five hundred years will give them a chance to upgrade their talent and potential, so naturally, the ghost cultivators will not miss it.
By the time the year was over, Lin Yun had eighty ghost cultivators by his side.
Two thousand years ago, Lin Yun had one hundred and thirty ghost cultivators by his side.
Three thousand years later, Lin Yun had 150 ghost cultivators around him.
Furthermore, in the last hundred years, no new ghost cultivators have been added to Lin Yun's circle.
He has already decided to leave in three thousand years, and he will not have time to cultivate new ghost cultivators.
Most of the newer ghost cultivators have just entered the higher realms of the Netherworld for cultivation and haven't yet developed their skills. The ghost cultivators around Lin Yun are probably the maximum number who can reach the standard in the past three thousand years.
"Guomuboer, begin your breakthrough to the Divine Realm!" On this day, Lin Yun opened his eyes, looked at Guomuboer among the ghost cultivators, and said.
"Yes, sir!" Guomuboer nodded.
The next moment, Guomuboer took a step to a distance, released the aura within his entire body, and immediately, the world changed color, a huge energy vibrated, and a mysterious aura emanated from Guomuboer's body.
He could have broken through to the Divine Realm long ago, but he had been suppressing it. Now that he no longer suppressed it, he naturally reacted immediately with the world.
"A breakthrough has begun!"
"I wonder how many divine runes Guomuboer can condense!"
The ghost cultivators watched this scene with tension, thinking to themselves.
"Buzz—"
A golden pattern appeared on the nascent divine form that Guomuboer had condensed.
Then came the second gold pattern, the third gold pattern...
Not long after, Guomuboer finished condensing his divine core; he had only condensed a six-patterned divine core.
It had an impact that lasted for 2,900 years, but in the end it was still a six-patterned godhood. Basically, it can be said that the impact of those 2,900 years was completely wasted.
In fact, Lin Yun could also vaguely sense the changes in the talent potential of these ghost cultivators. He had already sensed that after the talent potential of ghost cultivators such as Guo Muboer was raised to the level of being able to condense a six-patterned divine core, it had not improved any further.
But seeing this scene in person, I couldn't help but shake my head in disappointment.
We've lost a lot of money, a really huge loss.
For the past three thousand years, he has been releasing the balancing power of Yin and Yang to influence these ghost cultivators. This has not only caused losses but also wasted time, without any further gains. If he had known this earlier, he might as well have influenced other new ghost cultivators. Over these three thousand years, he might have influenced thousands of ghost cultivators.
The combined power of thousands of ghost cultivators capable of condensing six-patterned divine cores was an extremely powerful force, but in the end, it was all wasted.
However, since it's an experiment, some waste is unavoidable.
Moreover, Lin Yun had sensed the changes in these ghost cultivators over the past three thousand years, and he was already somewhat prepared.
"Fine, let's leave it at that!" Lin Yun shook his head.
Even a six-patterned divine core is fine. With proper nurturing, the probability of breaking through to the upper-level divine realm in the future is still very high. It's not impossible to even break through to the peak divine realm. There are such examples in history.
Soon, one by one, the ghost cultivators began to break through.
In the end, what they all condensed was a six-patterned divine core.
In this year, the Netherworld saw 150 new natural breakthroughs to the Divine Realm.
The current Netherworld High Heaven is no longer home to such a small number of ghost cultivators. In addition, the birth of the new God Realm has caused quite a stir, which has been sensed by many ghost cultivators. With the increase in the number of ghost cultivators, it is naturally difficult to keep various information hidden.
In an instant, the entire Netherworld was shaken.
"More than a hundred new divine realms... Hahahaha!" Upon receiving this message, the Martial Emperor in the Netherworld's thirty-plus heavens laughed heartily, his tone tinged with sorrow.
Time passed slowly. Because he had been cultivating in the lower heavens, he was unable to seize the best opportunity when the new heavens were broken through, and the time he spent was short. Therefore, although his strength had greatly improved, he still had not broken through to the divine realm.
Now he hears about the birth of new divine realm cultivators, many of whom are ghost cultivators he had never heard of before. Some were once insignificant figures in the Netherworld, and some were even only at the ordinary Saint realm.
As a result, they have now broken through to the Divine Realm one by one.
He, one of the Nine Emperors, is still stuck at the peak Saint King realm...
One of the Nine Emperors, one of the Nine Emperors, haha, what a laughable title!
The title of Nine Emperors is now merely a name in name only!
Just like the title of the Ten Kings of Hell that was once praised and revered by the ghost cultivators of the Netherworld!
The nine emperors will also become history!
But... how much time has passed?
Does the world of living beings span a hundred years? Or even ten?
Such earth-shattering changes have occurred in just a few years!
With a single thought in the heavens and on the earth, in just a few years in the Great World of Living Beings, he, the most powerful figure in the Netherworld, was reduced to an ordinary person. How could he be willing to accept this?
"puff!"
For a moment, Emperor Wu's blood and qi surged, and he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Another place.
“More than a hundred new God Realm experts…” Ao Di said with a slight bitterness. He dreamed of reaching the God Realm, but unfortunately, he had been unable to break through for so many years. He watched helplessly as one new God Realm expert after another was born. How could he not feel heartbroken?
"Could it be that acquired ghost cultivators are truly unable to break through to the new god realm?" Ao Di remained silent.
He recalled the words that the Blood Emperor had once spoken. Given the Blood Emperor's status, he shouldn't be lying. He had been verifying this over the past period, and now he thought it must be true.
Consider a figure like the Blood Emperor; he had to choose reincarnation to break free of his shackles.
"Could it be that I too am destined to be reincarnated?" Emperor Ao murmured.
"Enough! Even someone like the Blood Emperor has reincarnated, so why can't I? If I keep hesitating like this, I'm just wasting my time here..." After a moment, Emperor Ao sighed and shook his head.
"hold head high--"
The next moment, Ao Di's entire body transformed into a black dragon, and with a roar, he flew towards the direction of the Land of Reincarnation.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
He opened up layer upon layer of celestial barriers, revealing his black dragon figure in and out of sight, moving at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, he had only one belief: he wanted to be reborn.
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