Chapter 1945 - 1493-1494: Winds from All Directions! The Trump Card Under Sanction! (Monthly Ticket Requested)

Three days later.

The thirty thousand registration quotas for the Holy Dynasty released in the second batch were all claimed by the Eight Desolate Disciples rushing from all directions to Black Wind Village.

The consumption of these thirty thousand quotas resulted in Jiang Dali’s Cultivation Points increasing by over eighty million and Potential Points increasing by over ninety million, both surpassing the one hundred million mark, fulfilling the requirements for a Breaking Realm breakthrough.

However, at this time, many Eight Desolate Disciples who didn’t make it in time to register started complaining on the Jianghu Forum, expressing regret and frustration, including many who had prepared in advance and met the registration criteria but missed their chance due to delays on the way.

Many players anticipated a second batch of registration quotas might appear, but they didn’t expect that right after the first batch of thirty thousand quotas was filled, Jiang Dali immediately added another batch of thirty thousand quotas.

After all, the time for filling the first batch was indicated to be three days, and most people assumed the second batch would open at least three days later, and certainly would follow the same straightforward process of registering directly on the sects’ interface, not expecting such sudden changes.

Despite the complaints, the Eight Desolate Disciples still couldn’t resist, as even though the second batch of registration quotas was full, all the disciples rushing to various sub branches of Black Wind Village, or those on their way, still chose to first cultivate the Mountain Village exclusive skill to the 6th Realm to prepare for the potential third wave of registration activities.

Even though for many Eight Desolate Disciples, the Mountain Village exclusive skill learned couldn’t be openly displayed under the identity of a sect disciple, it didn’t stop the increasing number of people from learning or enhancing martial arts like a herd effect.

In fact, the inns at the various Black Wind Village sub branches were already overcrowded, and even some street corners were filled with Eight Desolate Disciples, either lying around or meditating, wearing hoods.

Most didn’t leave immediately after enhancing their Mountain Village Martial Arts, instead learning from the lessons of their seniors, waiting in place for the third registration event to open.

This had led to a booming economy in the sub branches of Black Wind Village and places like Divine Iron City.

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"Cultivation Points one hundred and thirteen million four hundred thousand... Potential Points one hundred and thirty-five million... It’s been three to four months since I reached over one hundred million Cultivation Points last time... right?"

On Coral Island, as the tide receded, coral stones of brown and red hues re-emerged.

Jiang Dali, barefoot, was grilling fish while observing the panel showing over one hundred million Cultivation and Potential Points, feeling quite emotional inside.

Even for someone as naturally talented as him, breaking through to the Breaking Realm was still a challenging feat.

After the last failed attempt to break through, not only did he suffer heavily from the Heavenly Will, but he also lost tens of millions of Cultivation Points. It wasn’t until today that he accumulated enough Cultivation and Potential Points to attempt a breakthrough again.

Indeed, cultivation is a tough endeavor; nurturing the growth of promising talent into full potential and designing activities and tasks to harvest these talents is an exhausting job that demands significant energy and focus.

He quickly finished devouring an entire half-length grilled fish.

Jiang Dali stretched, his spine sounding like a giant dragon turning over with ’crackling’ noises, his knotty muscles writhing under his skin like well-kneaded dough.

He picked at the fish between his teeth with a long fishbone, spat it out, creating a splash, then gazed sharply and intently at the distant sea surface.

Now his Cultivation and Potential Points were sufficient.

It was time, time to continue causing trouble for the family heads.

For the past three days, to exert enough pressure on the family heads, he had twice taken the initiative to challenge them, resulting in significant Physical Strength expenditure, often feeling hunger and only restoring his energy by consuming large amounts of nutrient-rich fish meat.

The benefit of this was that the family remained on high alert for several days, with even their own energy expenditure becoming quite significant.

After all, the four family heads had capabilities not exceeding mid-Returning to Truth Realm, incomparable to his Essence Qi; the difference in template and Realm was at least three to four times (NPC model three to four times).

After several intense battles with him, their mental energy was undoubtedly much more depleted than his, and this hard-won advantage could become the last straw that breaks the camel’s back in the upcoming final battle.

Casually flicking the fishbone from his hand.

Jiang Dali roughly tore off his already tattered clothes, revealing his demon-like muscular body, sculpted like a Vajra marble statue, and his endowment swaggering in the wind, like a proud giant dragon raising its head, crowing at dawn.

Raising his rugged, stern face towards the blazing sun, Jiang Dali’s cold lips slightly curled upwards, then he directly used the panel to issue a Prayer Task to all Black Wind Village Disciples and Eight Desolate Disciples.

Then he closed his eyes, his spirit immersed in the twenty-eighth illustration of the War God Chronicles, his mind seeming to transform into ascending circles as if he were under the vast and boundless starry sky.

In that starry sky, an illustration like a Star Map Compass emerged in his mind, dazzling and brilliant—