Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Nascent Soul Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Nascent Soul Therefore, Greg Jensen had no thoughts of escaping; instead, he let go of his body and mind, carefully perceiving everything between heaven and earth.

Cultivation was about using the power of heaven and earth to strengthen oneself, and the Nascent Soul was the bridge connecting oneself with heaven and earth.

It could perceive the laws of heaven and earth, commanding nature’s spiritual energy.

Upon reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, what was cultivated were not spells, but divine abilities.

Divine abilities are derived from understanding the rules of heaven and earth; the deeper the understanding, the more powerful the divine abilities become.

Spells then became the medium for understanding the rules of heaven and earth, and releasing a spell was a process of understanding these rules.

At this moment, Greg Jensen was comprehending the power of thunder and lightning.

Boom boom boom!

The long-brewing thunder and lightning finally struck down.

Greg Jensen’s scalp went numb, his hair standing on end, feeling as if even his hair was erected.

In the instant the sky thunder struck, he abruptly raised his right hand.

Bright blue scales appeared, and his right hand immediately transformed into a dragon claw, perfectly blocking the falling sky thunder.

Boom!

Greg Jensen felt his body go numb, as if electrified, his whole body tingling.

It only lasted a moment, yet it grilled him crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Strangely, within that tingling sensation, there was also a hint of relief.

Most of the thunder and lightning was withstood by his body, and a part of it was even absorbed into his body, cleansing and washing his Nascent Soul.

Boom boom boom!

Several bolts of sky thunder fell consecutively, Greg Jensen initially resisted fiercely, but then he suddenly realized that compared to the memories of the giant dragon, the power of the thunder was much weaker; his body, possessing the Divine Dragon Transformation, was completely fearless of the sky thunder.

Could it be that the laws of heaven and earth are different?

Greg Jensen didn’t think much about it; since he wouldn’t get hurt, he simply let go of his body and mind, and began to eagerly absorb the power of thunder.

Boom boom boom!

A total of forty-nine bolts of sky thunder, each more powerful than the last, yet Greg Jensen was not afraid at all; instead, he felt somewhat comfortable.

Under the wash of thunder and lightning, the somewhat dim Nascent Soul gradually brightened and its color also gradually faded.

From bright blue to dark blue, and then to light cyan.

In the end, the Nascent Soul directly transformed into a transparent form with a light cyan hue, resembling light cyan jade.

The two forces within Greg Jensen’s body, the giant dragon’s and the God of Ice’s Power of Cold Ice, absorbed the power of thunder obtained from the sky thunder; at this moment, they had all fused into the Nascent Soul.

The Power of Cold Ice was deep and restrained, while the power of thunder and lightning was more active, with occasional electric serpents that could be seen on the surface of the Nascent Soul, looking extremely mystical.

Greg Jensen opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils shimmering with a faint blue tint.

Looking closely, it seemed as if there were sparks flickering.

He took a deep breath, his eyes gradually returning to normal, and opened his hand, a ball of blue-purple electric light appeared in his palm and kept leaping around.

With his will, the electric light transformed into a dark blue flame and then into white ice crystals.

The three forces alternated and transformed smoothly in his palm, with no stiffness at all.

Greg Jensen slowly stood up, feeling completely relaxed, as if he had unloaded a weight of ten thousand pounds, making him feel incredibly light.

He looked up to see that at some point, the leaden clouds had dispersed, leaving the sky a clear blue.

“Is this the Nascent Soul?”

Greg Jensen closed his eyes, feeling carefully, and found that everything between heaven and earth seemed unable to escape his attention.

Flowers, trees, birds, animals, and insects, even the slightest changes were fully clear to him.

This feeling of controlling all things could not help but make Greg Jensen burst with pride.

He couldn’t help but let out a long howl, and then he suddenly leaped into mid-air, looking around in all directions, like a deity overlooking the world.

The aura of the Nascent Soul True Monarch was released without reserve, wherever he went, ferocious beasts all submitted.

Greg Jensen, like a king inspecting his realm, with hands behind his back, flew over the snowfields, flew over dense forests, heading towards Natasha’s village.

It had been three years, and he had no idea how the girl was doing.

Greg Jensen couldn’t help feeling more urgent, circulating his mana, and suddenly increased his speed another notch.

In almost the blink of an eye, he was hovering over the village.

Seeing the village that was at once familiar and strange, his heart sank.

The village was already overgrown, with houses in disrepair and overgrown weeds everywhere in the streets and yards, clearly long uninhabited.

Where were the people?

Could something have happened?

Greg Jensen extended his divine sense to find that within a five-mile radius, there wasn’t a single living soul, which immediately gave him a bad feeling.

Remembering Natasha’s sweet smile and the enthusiasm of Orlov and the others, he couldn’t help but feel increasingly worried.

Following the direction from his memory, he flew towards the nearest city and soon saw a household emitting cooking smoke at the edge of the town.

Seeing the curling cooking smoke, Greg Jensen sighed with relief and went down directly.

“Hello, excuse me…”

“Ah–”
The old man was chopping wood in the yard, startled by the sudden appearance of someone.

“Who are you?”

“I wonder, where have all the people from Jade Echo Village gone?”

The old man steadied himself and explained, “Last year, the ferocious beasts were terrible, and they all moved away.”

“Do you know where they went?”

“I’m not sure about that, you might want to ask around in the city.”

“Thank you.”

Greg Jensen expressed his gratitude, then turned and left. He didn’t fly directly but walked leisurely along the small town paths.

The town was already deserted, and the shop signs on either side of the streets barely hinted at its past bustling life.

Greg Jensen remembered passing through this little town on the way to Natasha’s house, which used to be full of people.

The streets were busy with pedestrians and vendors calling out their goods.

The item that left the deepest impression on him was the bakery–the large brown rye bread piled up like mountains on the tables at the doorway, emitting an enticing wheat aroma.

Now all of this was gone.

Greg Jensen was filled with regret. They say cultivators are naturally distant, but who really understands a cultivator’s helplessness?

A day in the cave, a millennium in the world.

It’s like waking up from sleep to suddenly find that all the people and things you knew have changed.

Those old friends from before either passed away or left, and perhaps not a single person remembers you.

That sorrowful “Smiling and asking where the guest hails from,” how many can truly comprehend?

For Greg Jensen, it had only been three years of seclusion. What would thirty or three hundred years be like?

According to the Giant Dragon’s memories, in that world, countless people spend their entire lives in cultivation retreat.

When they emerge from seclusion, everything from the past has vanished like smoke; how desolate must they feel then?

Greg Jensen secretly felt fortunate, for his luck was good, possessing several cultivation techniques including Divine Dragon Transformation, supported by the Giant Dragon’s memories.

Had it not been for that, his breakthrough wouldn’t have come so quickly. He might have ended up like those others, secluded in underground caves for decades or even centuries.

Greg Jensen took a long breath. Fortunately, he was already in the Nascent Soul Stage, with plenty of time to spend with his family and friends.

However, before that, he had to take care of the big trouble posed by the Creation God Tree.

Thinking this, Greg Jensen took out his mobile phone from his Storage Ring. He wasn’t good at tracking people down, better leave it to Fox and the others.

After two rings, he heard the excited voice of Fox.

“Lord Dragon King, where are you? The Eight countries in Southeast are under attack.”