Chen Ming carefully recorded his insights from absorbing the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, then stored its seeds away properly. Only after that did he begin to thoroughly examine the changes within himself.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had three primary effects: opening the extraordinary meridians, enhancing physical constitution, and increasing one's Spirit Power level.
As for the Indestructible Vajra Body, that was more like a hidden grand prize—not something everyone who consumed it could comprehend or attain.
In terms of cultivation speed, with the combined effects of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the Land Dragon Golden Melon, Chen Ming estimated that his base cultivation speed had increased by at least fifty percent.
All his meridians were now fully opened, broad and resilient. A faint golden radiance protected both his meridians and his heart, suppressing the violent fluctuations of Spirit Power and the surrounding natural energies while simultaneously refining the energy within him.
Even without modifying his cultivation method to incorporate the extraordinary meridians into a complete circulation, simply following the traditional route of the twelve primary meridians in a minor cycle, his current cultivation speed alone was already equivalent to twice that of an ordinary Spirit Master born with full innate Spirit Power.
If he could further integrate the extraordinary meridians into his technique, forming a complete major cycle—and even reach a state where his cultivation method operated continuously on its own, allowing him to cultivate while walking, sitting, or resting—
Then Chen Ming was confident that his cultivation speed could increase by another fifty percent on top of this, reaching three times that of a typical Spirit Master with full innate Spirit Power.
Beyond that, it wasn't impossible—but it would require more specialized research.
After all, the structure of the human body imposed limits. To break through that ceiling, Chen Ming would either have to transcend being human altogether, or meticulously refine every detail, fully integrating the essence of his Martial Soul with his cultivation method to create a growth-oriented technique uniquely his own.
As for physical strength, Chen Ming estimated an improvement of at least thirty percent. Moreover, with continued cultivation and the passage of time, his physique would continue to grow stronger.
Even his spiritual power had increased. If his previous level, after long periods of refinement and use, could be measured at around 4, then now it had reached approximately 4.5.
Additionally, the strain on his body during deep thought had lessened by about ten percent, meaning he could sustain high-level mental processing for longer periods in the future.
As for his Spirit Power rank, Chen Ming didn't feel any immediate breakthrough. He could only sense that the energy accumulated within his Martial Soul—yet not fully usable—had increased further. He would have to wait until he obtained his third Spirit Ring to see how far it could truly take him.
However, his Martial Soul itself had undergone a significant transformation.
After activating his Martial Soul, the scales covering his body now emitted a noble golden radiance. This was no longer merely a sign of an earth dragon or terrestrial dragon bloodline—it resembled something closer to a golden bloodline.
Strictly speaking, Chen Ming did not possess the bloodline of a Golden Dragon, nor had he acquired even a trace of such a lineage through hunting Spirit Beasts or absorbing Spirit Bones. Yet when the indestructible "golden nature" merged with his Earth Dragon Martial Soul, it naturally gave rise to this noble golden hue.
He did not originally possess a golden bloodline—but through this fusion, a unique form of it had indeed come into existence.
Chen Ming had never seen beings such as the Golden Dragon Spear, the Auspicious Beast, the Golden Holy Dragon, or the Dragon God's Golden Dragon King. As such, he had no way of knowing whether the golden bloodline he now displayed was truly comparable to that of a genuine golden dragon.
What he did know, however, was that his Martial Soul had undergone an extraordinary and beneficial transformation—one that not only made it appear far more majestic, but also granted a tremendous increase across all attributes.
Especially in terms of skeletal structure, Chen Ming's Sacred Earth Dragon originally possessed the frame of a Western dragon.
However, its wings had always been a weak point—insufficient to support such a massive body, making them the most vulnerable part of its otherwise colossal form.
After all, both Earth Dragons and Mountain Dragons belonged to dragon races specialized in close combat and terrestrial warfare. In particular, Mountain Dragons were so massive that their agility and flight capabilities were inherently far inferior to those of other dragon species.
But now, Chen Ming's wings had become noticeably more robust and pronounced. Even when folded, the wing membranes were now firm enough to be used as shields.
While he was still some distance from true flight using his wings alone, that gap was no longer large. At the very least, in his current dragonified state, his wings could already assist him in short bursts of gliding.
Overall, the transformation brought by the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum could only be described as immense.
Now, when he used his Beast-Soul Toolization talent to transform his Martial Soul into a weapon, the resulting form seemed as though it had been plated in gold, radiating a brilliant golden glow.
After completing his transformation, Chen Ming and Dugu Bo left the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and returned to Heaven Dou City, waiting for news from Chrysanthemum Douluo.
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Meanwhile, within the Spirit Hall, several figures who rarely appeared in public had gathered inside the Pope's Palace.
An elderly man with a gentle demeanor was flipping through the newly completed manual in his hands.
Across from him stood Bibi Dong, dressed in the ornate robes of the Pope. Her expression was dark, her fingers tightly gripping the scepter, and in her eyes lingered an unshakable disgust.
"I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall," she said coldly after taking a deep breath.
"Yes, you are the Pope of the Spirit Hall," the elderly man replied, lifting his gaze with rare seriousness. "But that does not mean you can do whatever you please. You may try to win over people, but I have heard you intend to attach someone else's name to this era-defining cultivation method?"
Because of the incident involving Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu had always believed he owed Bibi Dong a great debt of guilt.
And perhaps out of consideration for Qian Renxue, even knowing that his son Qian Xunji had actually been killed by Bibi Dong, he still chose silence. In daily life, he rarely even appeared before her.
After Bibi Dong officially took control of the Pope authority, Qian Daoliu deliberately reduced his presence within the Spirit Hall, allowing her to govern more smoothly, while he and the other Worship Elders retreated into the Consecration Hall for cultivation.
But this time, Bibi Dong had gone too far.
The moment they heard the news, Qian Daoliu and a group of old comrades had directly blocked the entrance of the Pope's Palace, demanding an explanation. Even he himself felt an uncontainable anger rising within him.
"Ha… I'll add his name if I want to. And what of it?" Bibi Dong's voice was cold and heavy.
"Yu Xiaogang, that useless trash—what right does he have?" Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and snapped without restraint.
"This book has absolutely nothing to do with Yu Xiaogang. That junior entrusted it to the Spirit Hall because he trusted its thousand-year reputation and saw it as the sacred ground of Spirit Masters worldwide. He gave it to us so that we could spread this cultivation method across the world."
"And how have you, as the Pope, chosen to respond? You want to alter the name of the creator? Add someone completely unrelated to this technique? Bibi Dong, do you still have even a shred of dignity—or any awareness of what it means to be the Pope?"
"I am the Pope," Bibi Dong repeated through clenched teeth, forcing out the four words.
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