NOVPUB"Aaah! My... my Divine Pill Xuanming!"
Superior Xuanming’s face twisted with panic, mingled with disbelief. He let out a heart-wrenching wail of denial as his vitality rapidly withered away. In an instant, he appeared to have aged by decades; wrinkles emerged on his once handsome face, and his black hair turned snow white. With the destruction of his Divine Pill Xuanming, he had suffered an almost irreparable grievous injury.
Superior Xuanming had toiled for years to elevate the Xuanming Secret Scripture to perfection with his extraordinary martial arts aptitude and the right circumstances, matching his ancestors. He was brimming with ambition, vowing to surpass his ancestors, rise in this golden age, swim against the current, and achieve Martial Saint!
But now, his foundation of pride, the Divine Pill Xuanming on which he relied, was shattered by a single strike from Su Changkong. Years of hard cultivation were all in vain. How could Superior Xuanming accept this?
"Superior Xuanming... lost? That was... the Soul Realm! Dao Wufeng has cultivated the Blade Soul!"
The Heavenly Corpse Old Man, watching from a distance, also showed an expression of astonishment and disbelief on his withered face.
Martial Skills and Techniques mostly involve the cultivation of the body and the control of strength.
At very high realms, one can cultivate pseudo-Divine Skills and even true Divine Skills!
However, the Intent Realm of martial arts is equally important because it cultivates not the physical body but the spiritual plane and the Sea of Consciousness!
Just like opening twelve Heavenly Pulses, to cultivate martial arts intent, one must direct the Five Qi to the Sea of Consciousness. This step alone excludes ninety-nine percent of Innate Martial Artists.
Advancing one’s martial arts intent further involves the soul itself, allowing the soul to undergo sublimation and metamorphosis. It’s a profound realm that’s even more difficult to achieve than bringing a Semi Ultimate Skill to perfection!
Many Martial Artists refine their intent to the realm of Great Achievement but still fail to take that one crucial step in their entire lives.
The body is the vessel, and the soul is the sailor. Both complement each other and are of great importance.
Even the achievement of a true Martial Saint requires attention to both the Sea of Consciousness and the soul!
This hardly known and little documented Dao Wufeng, not only has he cultivated pseudo-Divine Skills but also undergone Soul Transformation, and cultivated a Blade Soul?
"Judging by his aura, he is very young, not over fifty. To have cultivated pseudo-Divine Skills and a Blade Soul, he is definitely... a Martial Saint by nature! Could Dao Wufeng be the reincarnation of a Martial Saint?" The Heavenly Corpse Old Man’s heart trembled. He had lived for eons, and there were few things left that could stir his heart.
The Heavenly Corpse Old Man realized that this ’Dao Wufeng’ was likely the reincarnation of a Martial Saint, a Son of God with Bloodline Regression. Otherwise, such a monstrous talent was inexplicable!
"Old zombie... Senior Heavenly Corpse! Save me! Save me!"
At that moment, a desperate cry for help rose from afar, like a drowning person clutching at straw, it was Superior Xuanming.
With the Divine Pill Xuanming destroyed, Superior Xuanming’s entire being instantly aged and weakened. His vitality plummeted, and he had no power to resist Su Changkong anymore. But then he thought of the Heavenly Corpse Old Man.
The Heavenly Corpse Old Man was definitely a top-notch powerhouse of the Evil Demon Sect, unfathomable. Superior Xuanming’s only hope for survival was if the Heavenly Corpse Old Man intervened to help!
This made Superior Xuanming cast aside his dignity and cry out loudly for help, hoping to seize this sliver of a chance. He had cultivated pseudo-Divine Skills and harbored ambitions of reaching the pinnacle; he did not want to die here.
The Heavenly Corpse Old Man stood emotionless on the spot, motionless. He understood that Superior Xuanming was already doomed and even if he wanted to, it was too late to help.
"No..."
Superior Xuanming’s body shuddered, and before he could utter another word, a cold blade passed over his neck, sending his head flying into the air. His eyes still showed intense fear and unwillingness.
Blood sprayed from Superior Xuanming’s severed neck as his head hit the ground with a thud, and his body slumped over.
This powerhouse, who had cultivated pseudo-Divine Skills and could be called a Martial Arts Grandmaster, would have been invincible in the bygone eras, but his first battle after emerging from seclusion was also his last. He died on the spot!
"Huh!"
Su Changkong exhaled a breath. Superior Xuanming’s pseudo-Divine Skills were indeed powerful, but unfortunately, his Blade Soul was Impregnable and irresistible. Even Superior Xuanming’s pseudo-Divine Skills were unraveled by the Blade Soul, leaving him with only one path—death. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
"Do you want to try my blade too?"
After slaying Superior Xuanming, Su Changkong calmly looked towards the Heavenly Corpse Old Man staring in his direction and spoke indifferently.
This Heavenly Corpse Old Man was not to be underestimated; he was as strong as Superior Xuanming and most likely had cultivated pseudo-Divine Skills many years ago. To Su Changkong’s senses, the Heavenly Corpse Old Man was even more dangerous than Superior Xuanming!
