Chapter 1140 Bing A Spirit Emperor
At this moment, Ricky could not be more confident.
The power of the three Thunderstroke Dooms went directly into his body. Even though he had the
mysterious axe, the six zones, and the Chaos blood power, he could only feel endless death.
The power of death he could feel right now was more intense than the one from Oswald''s five-colored
Thunderstroke Doomst time.
Without a doubt, Ricky''s three Thunderstroke Dooms were all five-colored ones.
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That meant that he had to break through fifteen strikes from the Thunderstroke Dooms next.
''Even if I die today, I must die on the path to be a spiritual emperor. Only in that case will I have
no regret, '' Ricky thought with fierce determination, as his aura rose to its peak, ready to resist the
Thunderstroke Dooms.
Actually, the Thunderstroke Dooms from the three aspects were supposed to be broken through
separately, but Ricky couldn''t separate his corporeal body from his soul.
His intuition told him that he would be more likely to die if he tried to break through the Thunderstroke
Dooms separately.
In the next moment, something he hadn''t expected happened. The three Thunderstroke Dooms that
had been violently surging disappeared suddenly, while his surroundings calmed down in an instant. It
was as if there had never been any Thunderstroke Doom.
This deviation from the expected breakthrough shocked the other warriors in the ancestralnd of
human devils.
The buzzing of their conversations drowned out the peaceful silence left by the Thunderstroke Dooms.
"What''s going on? How could there be any Thunderstroke Dooms in the ancestralnd of human
devils? And why did they disappear so quickly?" the people asked.
Of course, Ricky was the most confused one.
"What happened? Why did the Thunderstroke Dooms disappear?" Ricky murmured in his confusion.
As he spoke, he tried to incur the Thunderstroke Dooms once again, but there was no response in the
air.
He was stupefied. And the frustration and anger he felt simmered inside him, almost overflowing.
Ricky was not one to be provoked easily. He had lost his temper only once before, and that was when
his spiritual meridian was taken away. But at this moment, he was boiling with rage, and he didn''t know
what to do.
He could never be a spiritual emperor, especially if he couldn''t even incur any Thunderstroke
Doom!
If he could not be a spiritual emperor, everything was meaningless. It didn''t even matter that he
was an incredible demi-spiritual emperor.
"Can''t I be a spiritual emperor only because I don''t have a Heavenly Meridian?" Ricky stood in
midair and roared with indignation when he regained the ability to talk. He had been so shocked earlier
that he could not speak, but now resentment burned within his heart. It felt like if he could not express
his anger at anyone, it would burn him to ashes and dust.
He was a human being, after all. Facing a desperate situation, he was unwilling to ept the fact.
And the failure to be a spiritual emperor was thest thing he could ept. It had reached the
limit of his tolerance.
At this moment, all he wanted to do was to climb to heavens and demand answers from those in
charge.
Howl! Endless roars erupted from every pore on his body.
"You are desperate to have those Thunderstroke Dooms, but do you think you can break through three
five-colored Thunderstroke Dooms?" A familiar voice came through at the moment. The voice sounded
ancient and magnificent.
"Who are you?" Ricky roared, looking around warily, but he could not find the speaker.
The majestic voice was a balm to his burning soul, and Ricky regained a little bit of reason. However,
his anger was not fully extinguished, for he felt like he deserved to have the answers that he sought.
"I am the one who is giving you grace," the ancient voice answered. "Remember, I have given you
grace twice, so you owe me two lives."
After that, the ancient voice disappeared.
"Grace?! You are the heavenlyw!" Ricky said sternly, and at the back of his mind, he suddenly
remembered a simr case that had happened before.
However, the voice did not bother to answer nor even acknowledge his question.
Boom!
At this moment, some intangible thunder-like power appeared around Ricky. The power instantly turned
into a purple figure, which was filled with pure thunder power.
But the thunder power didn''t contain destruction intention but hope.
"This is the spirit of thunder! It only appears after the Thunderstroke Doom for a spiritual emperor has
been broken through..." Ricky blurted in shock.
A Thunderstroke Doom for a spiritual emperor, regardless of the number of colors, was a life and death
trial for any creature that was to break through the Thunderstroke Doom. After breaking through their
own Thunderstroke Doom, the creature wouldmonly be at theirst gasp.
Perhaps, as a reward, the heavenlyw would send a spirit of thunder to the creature who had broken
through the Thunderstroke Doom. The spirit of thunder contained a high chance of survival, which
could help the creature quickly recover to its peak state.
More importantly, the creature''s ruling power would not be real ruling power until they had refined
the spirit of thunder.
The heavenlyw seemed to have helped Ricky avoid breaking through the Thunderstroke Dooms and
gave him the spirit of thunder directly. Ricky would be a spiritual emperor, a real spiritual emperor,
as soon as he refined the spirit of thunder.
"But why? The heavenlyw will never allow me to exist. I incurred three five-colored Thunderstroke
Dooms at one time. Logically speaking, the heavenlyw should have used those Thunderstroke
Dooms to kill me. So why didn''t he do that?"
Once again, Ricky was mystified like in a dream.
''He said he gave me grace and told me to remember it. In other words, I have to pay him back, ''
remarked Ricky pensively. ''If he is genuinely the heavenlyw, even the most formidable holy being
should be as humble as an ant in his eyes.
But why did he do that to me instead? And he even reminded me to remember the grace he granted to
me!
Besides, he should never allow the existence of such a creature like me, shouldn''t he?''
While thinking about these questions, Ricky gradually calmed down.
Since he could not solve this mystery, he resigned himself to forget about them for the time being.
''I''d better stop thinking about it and refine the spirit of thunder before anything else instead. That way, I
can be a real spiritual emperor atst, '' decided Ricky. ''His grace is far from my reach. I won''t
have to pay back until I be a holy being.''
Soon, Ricky entered the refining stage.
The power of the spirit of thunder could not only improve his strength, but it would also quickly
transform his ruling power. Only the modified ruling power was the real ruling power, and solely through
it was he considered a real spiritual emperor.
Boom! His momentum was rising. Every part of Ricky''s body was undergoing a qualitative change, and
every part seemed to merge with heaven and earth. But when he was engulfed in the transformed
ruling power, Ricky felt like his whole body had been elevated to another level.
He shifted his eyes to the void once again. Now, he could already see what heavenly power was.
From that moment, as long as he wanted, he could use the infinite heavenly power at any time.
He was nowpletely integrated with the heavenlyw.
As he stood high above the earth, he felt like he was the only center of this area.
And he also felt like his power had evolved from ake to an ocean.
"Is this how a spiritual emperor feels? I''m a real spiritual emperor now. I am so much stronger than I
was a while ago," Ricky eximed in excitement.
He had finally be a genuine spiritual emperor!
This had once been an unattainable dream, but now it hade true. Ricky finally stepped on the path
of the strongest warriors.
''Perhaps, my survival from the five-colored Thunderstroke Doom was the grace of the heavenlyw, ''
Ricky sighed in his heart.
After he became a spiritual emperor, he suddenly realized that an incredible demi-spiritual emperor
couldn''t break through the five-colored Thunderstroke Doom by themselves. It could only be broken
through with the grace of the heavenlyw.
When Ricky thought of this, he felt a bit disgruntled, despite his excitement from being a spiritual
emperor.
The grace of the heavenlyw made him understand that no matter how strong a creature was, it was
still under the control of the heavenlyw. It was humbling, even if he didn''t want to admit it.
Just as the saying went, the heavenlyw was reasonable and treated everything in the world equally
without discrimination.
But in the end, his excitement about bing a spiritual emperor prevailed.
''This is a new beginning for me. After leaving this ce, I should head for the Middle Land, which is full
of strong warriors. There are many acquaintances of mine there, '' Ricky thought to himself.
Buzz!
At that moment, rays of two-colored light appeared in Ricky''s eyes. It shed transparent and
dark.