Chapter 0286: Condensing the Divine Essence

After two years, the group finally arrived at Holy Scripture City. The flying artifact landed in front of the city gates.
“Brother Huang Long, we’ve reached Holy Scripture City. I have important matters to attend to, so it seems we’ll have to part ways,” said Li Yifeng, the dark-haired youth, with a look of regret to Huang Long.
Throughout the journey, he had learned a great deal from conversations with Huang Long, but he had his own tasks to handle and thus had to leave him behind.
Huang Long was stunned. “You’re not entering the city?”
Li Yifeng shook his head. “I won’t enter Holy Scripture City. I need to head to the Cloud Sea.”
The Cloud Sea? Huang Long was taken aback.
Back at Regino’s residence, Huang Long had obtained a detailed map of the Netherworld. Over the years, he had learned about various important locations in the Netherworld, especially on the Canghai Continent. The Cloud Sea was the largest inland sea on this continent, composed entirely of a strange gray mist.
Within the Cloud Sea lay mountain peaks in midair, from which rare minerals and medicinal herbs emerged—reasons why many god-tier powerhouses from the Canghai Continent ventured there.
However, the dangers in the Cloud Sea were no less severe than those in the Ancient Forest; in some areas, even ninth-level Netherworld Kings dared not enter.
What was Li Yifeng going there for?
Huang Long was puzzled, but everyone had their secrets, so he didn’t ask. After exchanging a few polite gestures, they parted ways.
Watching Li Yifeng leave, Huang Long and the others entered Holy Scripture City under the leadership of the Main God Army.
Upon entering the city and seeing its grandeur, Bogu and the others felt little emotion. Though Holy Scripture City was a city-state, its scale was comparable to Silver Emperor City, with only the Main God Army stationed here being several times larger than in the other four cities.
Guided by the Main God Army, Huang Long and the others proceeded straight ahead and arrived at the Holy Scripture Mansion.
“Brother Huang Long, the Divine Transformation Pool needs some time to activate. Please wait a moment,” said a junior captain of the Main God Army politely.
Huang Long nodded.
The captain then led a few members of the army into the mansion.
After a while, the captain came out, this time following a middle-aged red-haired man with utmost respect.
Huang Long’s eyes narrowed. The aura emanating from this red-haired man was far stronger than that of Regino from the Silver Emperor City’s Netherworld King Palace.
The red-haired man also glanced at Huang Long.
“Brother Huang Long, this is the master of our Holy Scripture Mansion, Lord Holy Scripture!” the captain introduced respectfully after they arrived.
As expected! Huang Long thought to himself.

The head of the Saint Wen Mansion, Saint Wen Deli, one of the most powerful beings in the Netherworld! Although not a ruler-level powerhouse, his strength is comparable to that of a ruler-level ninth-tier warrior. In the Netherworld, there are some god-tier powerhouses who did not participate in the Ruler’s Trials, yet their strength is still formidable. Among the eight supreme gods of the Netherworld, only two participated in those trials. Though he had guessed the other party’s identity just now, Huang Long was still somewhat surprised—unexpecting the head of the Saint Wen Mansion to come himself. Generally, to activate the Soul Transformation Pool, it was sufficient for some of the mansion’s officials in charge of this matter. “You’re quite promising, young man. Are you Huang Long? Not bad, not bad!” Saint Wen Deli nodded in approval as he looked at Huang Long. Earlier, he had tried to sense Huang Long’s internal condition using the fire element’s characteristic of “heat,” but encountered resistance. Though it was just a minor test, the fact that a mid-tier god could achieve such results was no small feat! No wonder Huang Long was able to lead a group of followers from his divine realm to break Marshall’s record. Huang Long frowned—being called “young” again—he then shook his head and exchanged a few polite words with the head of the Saint Wen Mansion. Seeing Huang Long’s humble and respectful attitude toward him, Saint Wen Deli’s smile grew wider. On the way to the Saint Wen Mansion, Saint Wen Deli received reports from his subordinates that Huang Long, the “mid-tier god” who had broken Marshall’s record, was coming. Having ignored the mansion’s affairs for thousands of years, Saint Wen Deli decided to “meet” this Huang Long. Back in the day, he had participated in the Ruler’s Trials alongside Marshall, but he only ranked in the top 100. “Is this the Soul Transformation Pool?!” When Saint Wen Deli led Huang Long and the others to the pool, located tens of thousands of miles away from the Saint Wen Mansion, Bogu and the others could hardly believe their eyes. In their minds, the Soul Transformation Pool should be a place where all divine realm powerhouses gathered their divine essences and transformed their bodies—it must be magnificent. Yet they never expected it to be just a small pool of a few hundred square meters. Huang Long was also stunned. This pool was vastly different from the Jade Pool of the Queen Mother of the West in the Pangu World. Apart from the main god armies stationed around it, it was hard to recognize this ordinary-looking pool as the Soul Transformation Pool. “This is the Soul Transformation Pool,” said Saint Wen Deli with a smile. “Many people, just like you, are surprised the first time they see it. Don’t underestimate this pool—it was left to our divine realm by the Supreme God.” “The Supreme God?” Huang Long and the others stared at Saint Wen Deli.

“Not bad. To gather a divine essence and transform one’s physical body, even the Supreme God doesn’t possess such ability—only the supreme god of the Chaos Divine Plane can do it,” said Saint Wen Deli with a smile.
Huang Long nodded.
Next, Bog and the others entered the Divine Transformation Pool to gather their divine essences and transform their physical bodies.
Gathering a divine essence and transforming one’s physical body was quite simple—Bog and the others just needed to enter the pool and use their cultivation techniques to absorb the divine energy flowing within it.
Although the pool wasn’t large, it could accommodate Bog and his twenty-four companions.
“It doesn’t take long to gather a divine essence and transform one’s physical body—usually just a minute,” Saint Wen Deli said to Huang Long after seeing Bog and his group enter the pool.
Huang Long nodded.
Yet, one minute passed. Then two minutes—Bog and the others continued to sit in meditation, absorbing the divine energy from the pool.
At this point, various colors of light shone around each of them. Bog’s light was blue and red, Gustav’s was a sickly green, while the orc Nat’s was gray.
“Hm?” Saint Wen Deli was surprised.
Normally, it took about a minute to successfully gather a divine essence and transform one’s physical body when entering the pool—but that was under normal circumstances. The longer one stayed in the pool and absorbed more divine energy, the stronger they would become once they reached the divine level as lower-tier gods, far surpassing peers at the same stage. This depended on a person’s soul and their understanding of the elemental laws.
Five minutes passed.
“I never expected Huang Long’s subordinates to be geniuses that appear once in thousands of years!” Saint Wen Deli praised generously.
Generally, staying in the Divine Transformation Pool for more than five minutes already made one a genius that appeared once in thousands of years in the Netherworld.
Huang Long remained silent with a smile.
Over the past hundred years in the Hengyuan Plane, Huang Long had taught daily, and Bog and the others had practiced constantly by his side, so their cultivation levels were naturally high. In Huang Long’s view, after they gathered their divine essences and transformed their physical bodies, it wouldn’t take long for them to fully understand two or three laws and possess two or three primal forces.
Under the watchful eyes of Saint Wen Deli and the army of the Supreme God of the Saint Wen Mansion, ten minutes gradually passed.
As time went by, Saint Wen Deli, who had initially remained calm, could no longer stay so composed, just like the others from the Saint Wen Mansion’s army. Their gazes toward Bog and the others in the pool gradually turned envious, respectful, and even jealous.
Eighteen minutes passed.
A gloomy, somewhat eerie atmosphere surrounded the Divine Transformation Pool.

At five minutes, it was a genius that appeared once in ten million years—so what about eighteen minutes now? Saint Wen Deli took a deep breath, his smile somewhat stiff.
“Brother Huang Long, it’s only now that I understand why your group of divine realm subordinates were able to break Marshall’s record,” Saint Wen Deli said with a bitter smile.
Marshall had taken twenty minutes to condense his divine essence and transform his physical body in the Divine Transformation Pool, but given how Bog and the others were progressing now, it couldn’t possibly be just twenty minutes.
Facing Huang Long’s questioning gaze, Saint Wen Deli explained the twenty minutes Marshall had spent to condense his divine essence and transform his body.
Eighteen minutes passed, and Saint Wen Deli even began to feel nervous.
Nineteen minutes—everyone in the Main God Army’s army widened their eyes.
Twenty minutes—finally, it was time!
“The condensation was successful!” At that moment, someone finally stopped. Above their heads, a brilliant white light appeared, and a divine essence of light emerged—it was one of the starbeasts that Huang Long had tamed in the Dark Star. The squad leader behind Saint Wen Deli couldn’t help but exclaim in shock under the pressure.
Saint Wen Deli’s anxious heart inexplicably felt relieved.
Before long, another person succeeded in condensing their divine essence and stepped ashore.
However, even after twenty-two minutes, there were still six people in the Divine Transformation Pool: Bog, Orc Nate, Gusta, Fat Lion, Fire Cloud Beast King, and Sky Roc Beast.
Saint Wen Deli looked at these six people with a complex expression.
What secrets did Huang Long hide that allowed him to gather such a group of geniuses that appeared once in trillions of years?! Twenty-two minutes—so far, the longest time anyone had spent condensing a divine essence in thethe underworld was thirty minutes, and that person was now the Main God of thethe underworld!
Twenty-five minutes passed.
At this point, the Fire Cloud Beast King and the Sky Roc Beast finally succeeded in condensing their essences and stepped ashore.
But even after twenty-eight minutes, Bog and the three others were still in the pool.
Saint Wen Deli didn’t even realize his fists had clenched tightly.
Twenty-nine minutes—under the strange gazes of everyone, Bog, Orc Nate, Gusta, and Fat Lion each had thunderclouds flashing above their heads, with strange forms appearing in the sky and waves of pressure emanating.
The weather changed!
“Strange phenomena!” Saint Wen Deli exclaimed, his expression turning grave, then he murmured to himself, “Strange phenomena—actually strange phenomena!” The people of the Main God Army also exclaimed in shock, filled with excitement and awe; many couldn’t bear the strange pressure and knelt down.
It was a long-standing legend in thethe underworld that if strange phenomena occurred during the process of condensing a divine essence and transforming a physical body in the Divine Transformation Pool, those individuals would become beings who defied the heavens!

Whenever each of the main gods in the Netherworld condenses their divine essence into a supreme god, something unusual occurs!