Chapter 1388 A Core Disciple Of The Misty South Pce
''That''s strange. Why is the mysterious axe acting up? Is it angry? Was it broken by the owner of the
ck and white mutant?'' Ricky wondered when he felt the anger of the mysterious axe towards the
ck and white mutant rearing up inside of him.
Because he and the mysterious axe were already one, they shared emotions. Ricky felt its anger like it
was his own.
However, he had to suppress both sources of the anger.
If the ck and white mutant found out that he had the mysterious axe in his body, he would try
everything he could to destroy Ricky, even if that meant sacrificing himself.
The ck and white mutant had methods of getting rid of Ricky, so Ricky had to tread carefully.
"Can you tell me one thing before you leave?" Ricky asked, staring at the faint outline of the ck and
white mutant.
"I have acknowledged your talent, and I''m willing to answer your questions. But whether or not I will
answer them depends entirely on my mood," the ck and white mutant replied,ughing deeply.
"Did your owner take the bodies of the Blue Water Mutant and the Dark Land Blood Mutant away?"
Ricky asked.
"Yes," the ck and white mutant answered, nodding his head solemnly.
"Then why didn''t you just kill me at that time?" Ricky questioned, lowering his eyebrows into a frown.
"It was too risky. I already paid a huge price when I took their corpses away. Killing you would have
been impossible. I wasn''t willing to risk unknown consequences," the ck and white mutant said.
"Then, what about Nate? You took his body away after I killed him. Why?" Ricky continued.
"I refuse to answer. Human, I will disappear soon. You had better ask a different question." The ck
and white mutant smiled.
"Fine. Why can your ancestral spirit suppress a warrior that is stronger than you, but mine can''t?" Ricky
asked.
"It''s very simple. No matter how powerful your ancestral spirit is, you have to follow the rules of the
heavenlyw in this world," the ck and white mutant exined.
''The heavenlyw?'' Ricky thought, furrowing his eyebrows even further. ''So one needs to transcend
the heavenlyw before they canprehend the real ancestral spirit?''
"Human, I hope you can escape the pursuit of my subordinates and the invasion of the devils. Maybe
we will meet again one day. Goodbye." After those words, the ck and white mutant vanished in the
blink of an eye.
The moment he was gone, a ck shadow appeared in the distance and murmured, "That human boy
has alreadyprehended the ancestral spirit. It seems that he has really obtained the power or the
blood power of the Heavenly Ancestral God.
But as long as he doesn''t get that very thing, the final victory is still mine."
"Who is the ck and white mutant''s owner? I''ve tried to figure it out, but I can''t. He doesn''t belong to
the continent or the devil race. Maybe when I reach the Celestial Land, I will find the answers," Ricky
said in a low voice after the ck and white mutant had left.
"Don''t spend too much time dwelling on it. It will affect your mind. Wait until the day you enter the
Celestial Land to figure it out," the Dragon Intent Grass said.
"Got it." Ricky nodded.
Then, he turned his attention to the demi-saints that were still fighting in the distance.
Ricky spun on his heel and entered the space. He closed his eyes and drove the ancestral spirit out of
the demi-saints who were from the continent.
Now that he hadprehended the bright ancestral spirit, the task was very simple. He didn''t feel the
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slightest bit of exhaustion.
He saw the devils too but he ignored them.
His goal was to get the corpses of the demi-saints from the devil race.
After Ricky had removed the bright ancestral spirit from the demi-saints from the continent, their sanity
slowly returned to them.
Now that the ck and white mutant was gone, it was impossible for the ancestral spirit in the space to
reenter their bodies by itself.
"What happened?" All of the demi-saints led by Camden blinked several times. They didn''t know where
they were or what had just urred.
Looking around, they spotted the demi-saints from the devil race and they recalled vague details. Fear
filled their faces.
"How did wee back to our senses?" a demi-saint asked.
"Maybe we are lucky and the power in this space can''t amodate the devil race," Camden
suggested. "Either way, it doesn''t matter. It is not our concern. This space is very strange. It holds a
mysterious power.
We should leave before something else happens to us."
"What about the demi-saints from the devil race? What are we going to do with them?"
"Leave them alone," Camden said.
Without any more protests, the demi-saints led by Camden walked back on the path they had arrived
by.
After they had left, they ordered the continent warriors to kill the devils. Without the demi-saints from
the devil race present, the battle would end in a one-sided ughter. Not a single devil would make it
out alive.
Before the battle started, Camden told the warriors participating in the selection that they could only
take the arms of the devils that these warriors killed.
Otherwise, all of the warriors who had participated in the selection would have been able to enter the
Misty South Pce.
In the meantime, Ricky was busy absorbing the bright ancestral spirit into the Devourer Zone. He
wouldn''t act until all of the demi-saints from the devil race were dead.
The bright ancestral spirit in the space was the purest he could find, so theprehension of the bright
ancestral spirit should be promoted faster.
Over an hourter, the bodies of the demi-saints from the devil race expanded to the limit and they
started to explode. Soon, all of them were lying in pieces on the ground.
Their souls were devoured by the dark ancestral spirit that was floating freely in the space.
After collecting an arm of a demi-saint from the devil race, Ricky eximed, "This time, I think I can
be a core disciple of the Misty South Pce!"
ording to the rules, anyone who managed to kill a demi-saint from the devil race was directly
rewarded by bing a core disciple of the Misty South Pce.
Ricky would use the boost that the rule allowed him to his advantage. After Ricky had killed Chandler,
the warriors and forces who wanted Paul''s inheritance had be even greedier. In order to protect
himself from them, Ricky had to be a core disciple of the Misty South Pce.
"I don''t know, Ricky. I don''t think those forces will let you be a core disciple of the Misty South
Pce that easily. They will use you of cheating to get an arm of a demi-saint from the devil race,"
the Dragon Intent Grass pointed out.
"Of course they will, but I have to try," Ricky replied. "That''s not important. What matters is the decision
of the First Deputy Chief of the Misty South Pce.
If he agrees, then I''ll be a core disciple. If he refuses, then I won''t be able to do that, not even if I
killed a demi-saint from the devil race."
"You seem to have put a lot of thought into this problem." The Dragon Intent Grass smiled and
continued, "ording to the way that the First Deputy Chief feels about you, he will be on your side.
That means that you are going to be a core disciple."
"Yes. But not right now," Ricky said. "Next, I will continue to absorb the bright ancestral spirit here.
Before the Emperor Intent Tomb disappears, I need to get as much of it as I can."
Saying no more, Ricky sat down with his legs crossed and opened the Devourer Zone to absorb more
of the bright ancestral spirit.