Chapter 401: The Heavenly Tribulation of Martial Arts and the 'Fate Flame' of Taoism
Seeing this situation, Zhao Jingyu's eyelids drooped and his body slowly curled up in the recliner. The deathly aura on his body became even stronger.
At this moment, if an uninformed person was standing here and thought he was a dead man, how would he know that this was once a legendary figure who created miracles.
When Zhao Sheng caught a glimpse of this scene, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand and opened his palm upward. With a thought, a red fire ball as big as a fist suddenly appeared out of thin air, floating three inches above his palm, burning quietly.
Zhao Sheng took back his right hand and disconnected his spiritual thoughts.
But... the fireball did not collapse, but like a "sun", quietly releasing light and heat.
Poof!
After a few breaths, the fireball suddenly fell straight to the ground like an iron ball and went out with a pop.
Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered for a moment, and suddenly a row of fireballs condensed out of thin air three feet in front of him, ranging from light red, crimson, light blue, pure blue, lavender, pure purple and so on.
These fireballs exuding different mana fluctuations did not last long before they fell to the ground one after another under the overweight environment, and all collapsed and were extinguished.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul Realm can be said to be a great dividing line between the past and the future, and mana is its most significant feature. And there are many differences between the Nascent Soul Realm and the three realms of Qi Refining and Fund Building, but the biggest difference is not in the Yuan Ying Realm.
In terms of infant law domain and spiritual thoughts, it is in a place that is easily ignored by people.
That is...the length of time the spell's effect lasts after the spell is cast.
Taking the fireball technique as an example, generally speaking, after a cultivator below the Nascent Soul realm releases a fireball, once the transmission of spiritual power is cut off, the fireball will often collapse quickly.
This is not the case in the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if the mana transmission is stopped, the fireball will continue to maintain its burning form without interference, and it will last for at least one day.
The higher the quality of the mana, the longer the fireball will maintain its form, and the two are often directly proportional.
The main reason why this kind of phenomenon occurs is that the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm have achieved a successful understanding of the Tao, and have already had a first glimpse of the laws of the Tao. Their Nascent Soul mana and divine thoughts have initially blended, and they are inevitably tainted with a hint of law.
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In ancient legends, similar legends are often spread: a long time ago, mortals in a certain place angered the immortals, so the immortals descended from heaven in anger, and the local area was burned by the heavenly fire, which lasted for millions of years.
Ordinary people may hear this kind of story as an anecdote. But from the perspective of a cultivator, this is not a metaphor, secretly pointing out the direction of future cultivation.
Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sun was high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat.
As early as in his previous life, he had suddenly wondered whether the suns all over the world might be fireballs released by some indescribable being.
Just like when he used the fireball technique now, the fireball could burn for two days without external interference.
Although this idea is absurd and uninhibited, the "sun" is undoubtedly one of the ultimate embodiments of the Avenue of Fire.
Any cultivator who practices immortality by following the fire method does not need the Haoshou Qiongsutra at all. In fact, the best "copying" object is hanging in the sky from beginning to end.
However, very few immortal cultivators can understand this, let alone touch the "truth" of the Great Sun.
Fortunately, Zhao Sheng is one of the very few lucky people. He has been connected with the Star God for five lifetimes, and was fortunate enough to glimpse the reality of the "sun" through the Star God's perspective.
With a thought, the Book of Hundreds of Worlds rose from the depths of the Soul Sea. The fifth page was opened, and a small world of seaweed appeared above the Soul Sea, as lifelike as if it were real.
In the sky above the boundless sea of souls, a "baby" with a dim light and only an inch tall suddenly jumped out.
As soon as the "baby" appeared, it immediately turned into a rainbow and plunged into the "small world". In the blink of an eye, it merged into it and disappeared.
At this moment, the sea of souls suddenly became completely calm, without even a single ripple.
On the smooth mirror-like surface of the sea, an endless, complex, densely intertwined and stacked world of "silk strings" was suddenly reflected.
Every moment, the endless strings are constantly vibrating and intertwining. Each vibration will stimulate colorful and brilliant light colors, and even more "colors" that are indescribable to humans are reflected and emitted in the sea of souls.
Subtle "fluctuations" that are difficult to understand and even more difficult to describe.
Opening up the layers of endless "threads", in the depths of the Soul Sea, one can vaguely "see" a rainbow flowing in an extremely complex and magnificent "string world" with seven colors of red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple as the main body.
Here, we keep walking through and blending together.
And as the "silk strings" of the seven-color string world continued to oscillate and interweave, the rainbow stream also became colorful. Later, the red and purple colors faintly suppressed the other five colors and became the main body of the rainbow stream.
When Zhao Sheng's soul was immersed in the world of Star God's consciousness and constantly comprehending the way of the sun, Zhao Jingyu, who was dozing next to him, suddenly opened his eyelids and turned his head to look over, two turbid old eyes shooting out two sharp rays of light.
Just now, he suddenly lost his sense of the Sixteenth Ancestor, as if the other person's spirit suddenly jumped out of this world, and he didn't know where to go?
But only two breaths later, the opponent suddenly became "vital" again, and various mental fluctuations reappeared.
When Zhao Jingyu saw this, he felt relieved and was about to lower his eyelids, but he didn't expect that the Sixteenth Patriarch next to him suddenly spoke.
"I thought about it, and the reason why your way forward is cut off is probably because you went astray."
Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it was like a thunderbolt when it fell on Zhao Jingyu's ears.
He suddenly sat upright from the recliner and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You said Wu Shengyi went to the wrong place?!"
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Sheng explained: "Of course the martial saint realm is correct! What I mean is that you are going in the wrong direction in exploring the potential of the ancient bloodline."
"Oh, I'd like to hear the details." Zhao Jingyu felt relieved and said without taking it seriously.
He didn't think that the Sixteenth Patriarch could make any earth-shattering suggestions. Could a cultivator with a thin bloodline be more proficient in martial arts than him? He might not even know the true meaning of the ancient bloodline!
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I heard you say before that the key to becoming a martial saint is to use martial arts will to break the will barriers of the cells in the body, thereby guiding the power inside the cells to merge with the innate Qi
Expose your Gang Yuan power and eventually become a Martial Saint."
Zhao Jingyu was not surprised by what the Sixteenth Patriarch said, and simply admitted: "Yes, although the general process is like this, the dangers involved are difficult to describe in words. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a narrow escape from death."
Zhao Sheng pondered for a moment and suddenly asked: "Ancestor Qingyang once left a comment about the ancient bloodline. Do you know which comment it was?"
After hearing this, Zhao Jingyu suddenly fell into deep thought.
Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry to tell the answer, but quietly waited for the other party's response.
After a while, Zhao Jingyu slowly lay back on the recliner and said feebly: "Are you referring to the phrase 'Fight against heaven and earth, the ancients will not surrender to heaven'."
"That's exactly what I said. I think you have a lot of warriors who are brave enough to "fight against heaven and earth" and are not afraid of death, but so far no one has truly understood the meaning of "barbarian and unyielding to nature."
"Oh, is it so?"
Zhao Sheng nodded: "The Mangu clan is a born fighter and has never been afraid of the sky! Although you also have Mangu blood, you have been influenced by the family's concept of 'cultivating immortals first' since childhood, and you fear the sky from the bottom of your heart. Although Wu
The holy realm is a new breakthrough in martial arts, but for the ancient bloodline, you are missing a crucial link."
"...If you lack the test of heaven, you also lack the refinement of heavenly tribulation."
Before Zhao Jingyu could question, Zhao Sheng suddenly sped up his speech: "As for the will of the cells, it should not be broken, but surrendered, just like the immortal cultivator surrenders the mind ape. It is not the enemy, but your 'partner'
.Assimilate the will of the cells with the will of martial arts to maximize the potential of the bloodline. After passing the test of the heavenly tribulation, the deeper bloodline potential will be stimulated again, thus entering an unknown martial realm that is higher than that of the Martial Saint."
"Martial arts heavenly tribulation?" Zhao Jingyu was immediately shocked. No matter how imaginative he was, he never thought that warriors would need to go through the heavenly tribulation test like immortal cultivators.
"This... this is so ridiculous!" He murmured to himself, but there was a vague realization in his heart that what the other party said seemed to make sense.
Back then, on the day he was promoted to Martial Saint, he felt a faint sign of danger in his heart. The source came from heaven, but it suddenly dissipated. At the time, he thought it was an illusion.
Now it seems that it is not that simple.
To condense the golden elixir, a cultivator still needs to go through the golden elixir thunder tribulation.
So...doesn't the Martial Saint, whose strength is comparable to that of Jindan Zhenren, not have to undergo the test of heavenly tribulation?
The way of heaven is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs!
How could Heaven treat the Martial Saint "in a different light"?
Unless... the Martial Saint's way forward is cut off, he is destined to be unable to threaten the heavens.
"Surrender, assimilate!...How to assimilate? How to surrender?"
When Zhao Jingyu was awakened by a word and fell into deep meditation, Zhao Sheng quietly left behind a jade slip and disappeared into the light.
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Dunguang flew into Qingming, but he did not return to Binghuo Peak Cave, but flew thirty miles to the sky above a large spiritual field.
Suddenly, the firelight fell from the sky, passed through an invisible spiritual energy barrier, and landed on the edge of a spiritual field filled with dragon tooth rice, revealing Zhao Sheng's figure.
This spiritual field is about a hundred paces long, thirty paces wide, and covers an area of about ten acres. The spiritual rice in the field is lush and green. The spiritual rice plants are like small trees, more than ten feet tall, with rice stalks as high as
It has thick arms and slender leaves hanging down, rippling and flying in the wind like willow leaves.
Between the layers of green leaves, one can vaguely see three-foot-long rice ears rising up into the sky like swords, dense as a forest, and emitting a faint white light.
Dragon tooth rice is a different type of spiritual rice. It usually matures once every three years. Each acre produces thousands of dragon tooth rice grains, and one grain weighs one kilogram.
Mature Longya rice is as long as a palm and as thick as a finger. It is as crystal clear as white jade and as hard as iron. It has an excellent taste and is full of aura. It can be said to be the best among spiritual rice.
Eating longya rice regularly on weekdays is not only beneficial to cultivation, but also greatly improves physical fitness.
Zhao Sheng stood at the edge of the field, his eyes surging with divine light, and strands of spiritual thoughts shot out, intertwining and stacking in the air in an instant, weaving an extremely complex spherical configuration.
Poof!
With the flash of his mind, a large fireball with a diameter of two feet suddenly condensed out of thin air over the spiritual field. The fireball burned ragingly, with countless flames rolling, and the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple appeared.
The seven-color firelight merged quickly, and the big fireball quickly turned into a "light ball" that steadily released a large amount of white light. From a distance, it looked like there was an extra "sun" in the spiritual field.
Zhao Sheng's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his spiritual thoughts were constantly outputting. While maintaining the stability of the "sun", he carefully adjusted the spell configuration.
The surrounding auras of heaven and earth were attracted one after another, sinking into the "sun" like moths rushing into a flame, becoming the fuel to keep it burning.
boom!
After a few breaths, the big fireball suddenly distorted and then collapsed.
Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to disperse the rioting mana. Then he released strands of spiritual thoughts and continued to weave new spell configurations.
In the blink of an eye, a new "sun" reappeared over Lingtian.
This time, the sun lasted for half an hour before twisting and collapsing.
Zhao Sheng was not impatient, and once again dispersed the aftermath of the magic power, and continued to weave the "sun".
When the sun set and stars filled the sky, after hundreds of consecutive failures, Zhao Sheng finally constructed a more stable and efficient spell configuration.
This time, the "sun" burned for less than half an hour, still emitting a blazing white and soft light very steadily, illuminating the surrounding ten acres of spiritual fields.
Zhao Sheng nodded with satisfaction. This "life flame" has begun to take shape, but it is still missing...
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the east. At this time, an old farmer in green clothes was walking cautiously a few dozen feet away, with a cautious and awe expression on his face.
Zhao Sheng waved to him and then sent a spiritual thought.
The old farmer in green clothes was shocked, and immediately trotted forward, scolded him to the end, and shouted in awe: "Senior, please be respectful, what are your orders?"
"What's your name? Are you looking after this Longya rice field?"
"Returning to senior, little old man Zhou Xiang. The ten acres of spiritual land around here is what little old man is taking care of."
"Well, come here, don't be afraid." Zhao Sheng nodded and greeted again.
The old farmer in green clothes walked tremblingly to his side, his eyes secretly looking at the big fireball in the field from time to time.
At this time, he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his hand. When he looked down, he saw the flesh and blood on the back of his hand rolling around, and blood flowed from the wound on his thumb and dripped to the ground.
Seeing this, the old farmer in Qingyi shivered with fear and was about to collapse to the ground.
His qualifications are too poor. He has practiced for decades and only has the third level of Qi refining. Faced with an unpredictable senior, he cannot have the slightest idea of desperate efforts.
But in the next moment, an invisible force suddenly imprisoned his body, and then there was a spiritual stone with brilliant light and emerald green in front of him. It was actually a middle-grade stone!
"Don't be afraid, this spiritual stone is just an apology."
Hearing this, the old farmer in Qingyi suddenly lost his fear and looked happy instead.
One middle-grade spiritual stone is equal to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
He worked hard for three years, harvested ten acres of dragon tooth rice, paid the rent, and then sold the remaining spiritual rice to earn sixty or seventy yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.
Suddenly, the old farmer in Qingyi was filled with expectations, hoping to receive more rewards.
At this time, Zhao Sheng ordered: "Stretch out your hand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old farmer's body relaxed.
He quickly followed the instructions and stretched out his bloody right hand. At the same time, he grabbed the spirit stone with his left hand and quickly stuffed it into his arms.
As Zhao Sheng's thoughts turned, he saw the "sun" above Lingtian suddenly separate a ray of white light, shining straight at him and covering his injured right hand.