Zither Emperor Chapter 451 Chapter 140 Black and White Witch Soul Part 1_1

451: Chapter 140: Black and White Witch Soul (Part 1)_1 451: Chapter 140: Black and White Witch Soul (Part 1)_1 Listening to Phil Jackson’s detailed explanation of the Rainbow-grade, Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help but reveal a wistful light in his eyes.

White rank, Quasi-God rank, what kind of powerful existence would that be?

Phil Jackson said with a smile, “Once you reach Sub-god rank, your strength immediately climbs to another peak.

To put it simply, if at Quasi-God rank you can borrow some power from nature or the natural forces that exist in our world, then at Sub-god rank, you control these forces.

Borrowing and controlling are two different levels, which I think you can understand.

Once you reach Sub-god rank, you’re essentially only one step below the divine.

For starters, the human lifespan increases from three hundred years at the Ninth Rank Zi rank to five hundred years.

That’s an addition of two hundred years of life force.

Moreover, upon reaching Sub-god rank, humans can control their aging through their own powerful, even heaven-defying, strength.

That’s why all the Masters of Faran’s Seventh Tower look young; they don’t need any maintenance.

Just a simple elemental transformation is enough to rejuvenate their bodies.”

Ye Yinzhu asked, “Then, if one continues to cultivate and with the advance in strength, wouldn’t human lifespan increase indefinitely?

If this is an ongoing process, wouldn’t humans be able to achieve immortality?”

Phil Jackson sighed and said, “Theoretically, that’s the case.

But in reality, only the gods can achieve immortality.

No one has ever seen what the gods look like, and there has never been a God rank being on the Continent.

That is the ultimate goal for all Sub-god rank cultivators.

However, cultivation is inherently against nature’s order.

Perhaps because humans’ creativity and imagination far exceed other races’, five hundred years is the limit humans can reach.

At the age of five hundred, without some special methods, even those at the Ninth Rank of Sub-god rank will still die.

Back then, if I hadn’t been pursuing the ultimate power, chasing the true divine immortality, how could I have given Slone a chance?”

Ye Yinzhu, greatly surprised, asked, “Are you saying that you’re already five hundred years old?”

Phil Jackson replied indifferently, “I should have celebrated my five hundredth birthday sixty years ago.

To be precise, I am now five hundred and sixty years old.

Although I have lost my body and even the Soul Bead for my spirit to cling to, that is my real age.

And it’s not just me; even Slone and the other six are either over or nearing three hundred years old.

Otherwise, how could they possess their current strength?

According to the rules of Faran’s Seventh Tower, when the Tower Masters reach the age of three hundred, they must start seeking disciples to carry on the Faran culture.

I took Slone as my disciple when I was two hundred and eighty years old, and it has been another two hundred and eighty years since then!”

Ye Yinzhu asked, “Then, do you have only one disciple, Master of the Dark Tower, Slone?”

Phil Jackson answered, “That’s our rule.

One can have many named disciples, but there can be only one successor disciple for the Tower Master position.

Once the successor disciple has been decided, we immediately announce it within Faran to notify the other six Tower Masters to act as witnesses.

This is to avoid any loss to Faran caused by a power struggle over the Tower Master position after the death of the current Master.

Our disciples are naturally chosen after a rigorous selection to find the one with the best aptitude.

At the time I took in Slone as my disciple, I was very excited because he was then the most talented among the current Seven Tower Lords.

Later events also proved my judgement of Slone’s aptitude and prehension.

Despite the Tower of Light’s inheritance of both light and space attributes, the current strongest among the Seven Towers of Faran is undoubtedly Slone, and only he is the next peak Sub-god powerhouse after me, a Ninth Rank White rank, just one step away from the divine status.

According to his current cultivation, he is very likely to plete this last step before dying at five hundred years old.

If that really happens, it will not only be a disaster for Faran but perhaps also for the entire Ryuzakinus Continent.”

Ye Yinzhu’s eyes showed a hint of shock.

He had already had a high estimation of the strength of the Seven Tower Lords, but after hearing Phil Jackson, he realized that the strength he thought was quite good paled in parison by more than ten ranks!

Although he didn’t know how big the gap was for each rank at the White level, the difference at each Zi rank level was already immense.

Phil Jackson smiled slightly and said, “Surprised, aren’t you?

I carefully observed the current situation of the seven Tower Masters in that ring you have, made from the horn of a Giant Divine Dragon.

Although my strength is far from restored, I can discern their aura.

Among these people, Slone is close to the Ninth Rank White rank, at the peak of the Eighth Rank White rank.

I believe he will break through again within ten years.

Tower Master Aubrey has just entered the Eighth Rank White rank and has a considerable distance to close with Slone, while the other five Tower Masters are hovering around the Fifth or Sixth Ranks of White level, and likely unable to reach the pinnacle of White rank even with all their life’s efforts.

Originally, I was the greatest prodigy among the Seven Towers of Faran, reaching the Ninth Rank White rank at three hundred and seventy years old.

It seems my scoundrel of a disciple might surpass my record, and even that young man Aubrey could do it.

If it weren’t for Slone’s treachery, I would be happy with his achievement.”

Ye Yinzhu, puzzled, asked, “Senior, what exactly did Slone do to you back then?”

Upon hearing Ye Yinzhu’s question, Phil Jackson’s spirit visibly grew colder, “What did he do to me?

I took him as my disciple, and after a whole one hundred and sixty years of guidance from the age of two hundred and eighty to four hundred and sixty, it even led to his attempt to kill his master.

Before he ambushed me, he was the person I trusted the most.

I imparted everything I had to him, even giving him all the divine artifacts, gemstones, and wealth I had collected over more than four hundred years.

Yet, in the end, he still attacked me.”

As he spoke, Phil Jackson’s spirit fluctuated violently, and the black mist took on irregular shapes, “If he really had killed me, perhaps I wouldn’t hate him so much.

However, he sabotaged my plans just when I was about to succeed, just when I was about to bee the first human god.

For this plan, I have conducted painstaking research and arduous cultivation for ninety years!

All for that momentary breakthrough, and ninety years of time was lost just like that!” Phil Jackson, now quite agitated, was almost speaking nonsense.

The elemental magic in the air grew noticeably more intense, not a normal magical elemental fluctuation, but one akin to that of a spirit, it made the recently recovered Ye Yinzhu’s brain reel, and, shocked, he thought of the scene when he rescued Phil Jackson from the underground cave and quickly reacted.

Even though Phil Jackson’s strength was far from his peak, the outbreak of this once peak Sub-God rank powerhouse’s spirit was not something he could endure.

Ye Yinzhu sat cross-legged on the ground, took out his Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, and while pletely guarding his spiritual imprint against the soul fluctuations in the air, he rapidly plucked the zither strings, playing his familiar “Cultivation Source Calm Mind Song.”

In the pitch-black night sky, the gentle melody of the zither slowly rose, light purple halos emanating from the ancient zither on Ye Yinzhu’s knees.

Firstly, it stabilized his own spiritual imprint—the faint purple light transformed into a series of halos, sheltering Ye Yinzhu’s body within them, blocking the unruly black mists outside.

Simultaneously, part of these light purple halos also descended from the sky, gingerly gathering the seemingly dissipating black mist back towards the center, the gentle and warm atmosphere filled within these Divine Music Halos.

Through Ye Yinzhu’s continued efforts, by the time the “Cultivation Source Calm Mind Song” was played to the end, Phil Jackson’s spirit had reassembled, and the soul fluctuations in the air disappeared as well.

“I’m sorry.

I didn’t expect that without the Soul Bead, I wouldn’t even be able to control my own emotions,” Phil Jackson’s aged voice came with an added huskiness.

“It’s okay.

Please don’t be sad, go on.

You have already escaped the bitter sea; the past is over.

Rather than feeling sorrow, it’s better to strive to recover your strength.

I will certainly try my best to help you eradicate Slone, the scoundrel who murdered his master.”

A touch of gratitude emanated from Slone’s spirit, “Thank you, Yin Zhu.

Your fort makes me feel much better.

Let me continue with what happened.

As I mentioned before, I took Slone as a disciple when I was two hundred and eighty years old.

Ninety years later, when I was three hundred and seventy, I finally became the first in Faran’s history to reach the Ninth Rank White rank, the peak of Sub-God rank.

At that time, I thought to myself, I still have more than a hundred years to live, my strength has reached its peak, so what should I do next?

Just enjoy life?

I did think so, but then I found out, after more than three hundred years of cultivation, I couldn’t find pleasure in anything else besides cultivation.

Then, I had a bold thought, cultivation is already an act against the heavens, so why not take this defiance to the extreme?

Five hundred years is the limit of human lifespan.

If I break through this limit, I will no longer be human, but a god.

More than a hundred years, not long, but not short either.

Even though I knew there was a great possibility of failure, how could I be content without trying?

Therefore, I began to strive towards the direction of a god.”

God, what a word that is!

The sensation of being high above all, is inparable to any other meaning.

“Did you fail?” Ye Yinzhu asked cautiously.

“No, I succeeded.” (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit .

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