noveltune Chapter 79 The Unity Realm is Just the Beginning
Chapter 79 The Unity Realm is Just the Beginning
Chapter 79 The Unity Realm is Just the Beginning
Mo Zheng was unaware of Liu Qing's worries.
After catching up with her old friends, Xiao Ling, accompanied by her two old friends, began to observe the talents of all the disciples in the martial arts hall.
Given the strength of these three individuals, who were observing from the shadows, even ordinary experts at the Internal Organs Realm might not be able to detect them, let alone these disciples.
"Is that Lan Jun?"
Looking at the aloof young man in white robes, carrying two guns, in the Daliang Mountains, Xiao Ling couldn't help but show an expression of admiration.
Lan Jun was fighting the monsters. He was extremely focused, his mind only on his two guns. With each swing, he was like a grim reaper, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the monsters.
"His marksmanship has a sense of merging with the heavens and earth; he should be close to grasping a trace of the essence of marksmanship." Xiao Ling's sharp eyes immediately discerned Lan Jun's true strength and weakness.
"Indeed, this kid's talent is truly terrifying. The difficulty in mastering the essence of martial arts lies in getting started. Once you get started, everything else will be much easier," Liu Qing praised.
As long as one can grasp even a trace of the essence of martial arts, the rest will be a natural process. If one does not perish, one will surely be able to successfully comprehend the essence of martial arts and overcome the most difficult hurdle of breaking through to the Visceral Realm.
"He's only ranked fourth on the True Inheritance Stele, which is a bit low," Wu Feng said.
"Qian Zhongyou's aptitude is also quite good. Although he can't compare to Lan Jun, look at his sword. He has some understanding of it, which is very rare. If he continues on this path, he will have the opportunity to comprehend the essence of the sword."
"This little guy spends all day holed up in the library, studying all kinds of martial arts and extracting their essence to hone his own sword. He's a promising talent."
"It is said that the Cold Sword Martial Saint followed the same path back then."
"Zhou Xian is also good. His sword is like him, calm and composed. If he continues to persevere, he will have a long road ahead."
"Fang Yang will graduate in two months, right?"
"He is the oldest, and his swordsmanship is still some distance from comprehending the essence of swordsmanship. He relies purely on his level of skill to overwhelm others."
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Xiao Ling secretly observed all the talented disciples. She had looked at all twenty-seven people on the True Inheritance Stele, and even carefully observed those inner disciples who had some potential and reputation.
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These are the hopes for the future of the Hun Tian Sect, especially with the opening of the Hao Tian Secret Realm. Who knows, a Martial Saint might be born, or at least someone at the Internal Organs Realm.
"Is this what Mo Zheng is like?"
Xiao Ling and the other two appeared on Tiandao Gorge, quietly observing the figure sitting cross-legged.
There was no movement.
He just sat there, motionless, for most of the day, as if he were asleep.
"Could it be that he's really hit a bottleneck he can't overcome? But he doesn't look like it." Xiao Ling frowned.
A martial artist who has hit a bottleneck or is in a state of frenzy cannot be as calm as Mo Zheng and will do all sorts of strange things.
But it's hard to say; some people become utterly despondent, as if they were dead.
"I've been here twice, but I can't say for sure."
Liu Qing glanced at Mo Zheng with concern and said, "In a couple of days, I plan to call him to check on his progress. If he really hits a bottleneck, I'll have him switch cultivation methods as soon as possible."
Although the three years that were wasted in the past were precious, they seem less precious compared to the fact that I was unable to comprehend them later and could not even pass the Unity Realm.
"I hope the little guy hasn't run into any trouble," Wu Feng wished.
The three turned and left, heading towards the other promising disciples.
Above Tiandao Gorge, the wind was as sharp as a knife.
Mo Zheng sat there quietly, meditating on his swordsmanship, unaware that someone had come.
For three years, he lived alone, dedicating most of his time to Tiandao Gorge.
The eighteen-year-old youth was tall and slender, and his face had gradually lost its childishness, becoming masculine and handsome, exuding a vigorous and heroic aura belonging to a martial artist.
His swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
The unique environment of Tiandao Gorge, the assistance of his mental power, and the perfect harmony between him and the Twelve Wind-Walking Swords allowed him to overcome two initial bottlenecks. However, with the help of the Thousand-Year Bodhi Seed and Liu Qing's guidance, he was able to overcome these obstacles. Mo Zheng's subsequent cultivation progressed so smoothly that he could hardly believe it.
He sat quietly cross-legged on a large blue stone about half a person's height, feeling the fierce wind of Tiandao Gorge and comprehending the mysteries of swordsmanship.
In front of him were two swords and a Bodhi seed.
The Bodhi seed has lost its luster and is covered with cracks, clearly indicating that much of its spiritual essence has been consumed.
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The two swords trembled slightly in the strong wind, as if they were breathing.
Without warning, Mo Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. The gale around him abruptly stopped for a moment, as if he had become part of the wind.
"I see----"
Mo Zheng laughed, but at that moment, the thousand-year-old Bodhi seed in front of him, which could enhance comprehension, shattered instantly, turning into countless dust particles that scattered in all directions.
"Did I exhaust my spirituality? But it was worth it."
Mo Zheng muttered to himself, "My teacher gave me fifteen years. With the help of the Bodhi Seed and my mental power, I only needed three years and two months to completely comprehend this set of Twelve Wind-Riding Swords, which was faster than I originally imagined."
"It seems that I have a pretty good aptitude for external martial arts training."
Having said that, he stood up. The wind in Tiandao Gorge was fierce, making his robes flutter high, but he felt no pain at all. He seemed to blend into the wind between heaven and earth.
"Wind Shadow Sword Technique?"
Mo Zheng drew his longsword and began practicing the Wind Shadow Sword Technique.
This was the first time he had practiced the Wind Shadow Sword Technique in the three years since he set foot in Tiandao Gorge.
At first, I was a little unfamiliar with it.
After a few moves, he became increasingly fluid, his movements following the sword's, the sword light swift as the wind.
After fully comprehending the Twelve Swords of Wind, Mo Zheng had a completely different experience when using this unified sword technique.
Moves, variations, power —
Previously, he knew what happened but not why; now, he understands every move, every sword strike, and how much force to use.
His sword light transformed into a phantom, and he seemed to become a gust of wind over the Heavenly Blade Gorge, sometimes howling like a storm, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, sometimes unpredictable, sometimes graceful and ethereal—
The sword light flashed, and sword marks appeared on the ground every now and then.
In this practice, Mo Zheng felt himself to be a gust of wind, merging with the longsword in his hand; the sword was him, the sword was his heart, the sword was the wind.
He could feel with absolute clarity that the longsword was just like his own arm, effortlessly slicing through the air, moving at an unparalleled speed, completely at his command.
Suddenly, with a swing of his sword, another figure appeared several feet away!
Two Mo Zhengs exist simultaneously, and two longswords attack at the same time!
In mid-air, sword light flashed.
The figure that had been there before then disappeared.
"Is this the ultimate secret of the Wind Shadow Sword Technique: Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows?"
Mo Zheng stood there, staring at the long sword in his hand, somewhat incredulous.
Compared to when he comprehended this sword technique three years ago, it is now profound and obscure, making it difficult to fully grasp its essence.
However, at this moment, having completely mastered the Twelve Swords of Wind, the Wind Shadow Sword Technique seemed excessively simple to him.
Just by performing this once, you've mastered the "Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows" technique, which can only be performed at the Unity Realm?
Although I know that fully comprehending the Twelve Swords of Wind and then practicing the Wind Shadow Sword Technique is a piece of cake, it may not be too easy.
Mo Zheng couldn't help but try the Split Light and Shadow technique again. In an instant, two more Mo Zhengs appeared above Tian Dao Gorge.
The two figures of Mo Zheng sometimes merged into one, and sometimes separated to fight. The sword lights were swift and unpredictable, and their changes were truly endless.
Splitting light and turning shadows is the highest level of the Wind Shadow Sword Technique.
When speed reaches its limit, light and shadow will change.
To achieve this, one must reach the state of perfect harmony between man and sword, only then can one unleash the "Shadow Splitting" technique.
The Wind Shadow Sword Technique is already incredibly fast, with unpredictable and elusive sword movements. It can also split into two figures to attack simultaneously. How terrifying is that?
Mo Zheng only stopped after he had used all his moves, from the first move to the last.
Unable to contain his excitement, he exclaimed, "Splitting light and shadow, I've truly grasped it! So this is the Realm of Unity!"
He couldn't help but be excited and happy. Anyone who had sat here for three years and comprehended the Oneness Realm would also be incredibly excited.
It should be known that even the most talented martial artists in Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall might not be able to comprehend the Unity Realm even after spending a full ten years.
Once you comprehend it, achieving the Bone and Tendon Realm is a piece of cake, and it's far more powerful than the ordinary Bone and Tendon Realm. It can also lay a solid foundation for breaking through to the Visceral Realm!
Those who fail to comprehend it will, as time goes by, simply become ordinary people, forever barred from the highest level of martial arts.
"The Unity Realm is just the beginning. There's also the Martial Dao Intent Realm. Based on Di Xiao's experience, the Martial Dao Intent Realm shouldn't be too difficult for me," Mo Zheng muttered to himself. "However, the most urgent task right now is to break through to the Copper Skin Realm."
There are three levels of skin and flesh: cowhide, stone skin, and copper skin.
In the past three years, Mo Zheng had already perfected the Stone Skin level of cultivation and had been stuck at this level for two and a half years.
If he didn't need to wait to comprehend external martial arts, he would have already broken through to the next level of cultivation.
Unfortunately, that breakthrough, while surpassing the Copper Skin Realm, did not temper the flesh to its limit, thus preventing him from ever reaching the Internal Organs Realm.
Mo Zheng would not be so foolish as to sacrifice his own potential in exchange for the difficulty of making any further progress after reaching the Bone and Tendon Realm; that would be short-sighted.
Having considered this, he sheathed his longsword, sat cross-legged, and prepared to attempt to break through the copper skin level.
Once you've grasped the Unity Realm, breaking through to the Copper Skin level is incredibly easy.
With his eyes closed, he focused his mind and unleashed his inner energy from his dantian, which began to temper his already hardened flesh, which was as hard as stone.
These flesh and skin, which had previously become unresponsive under the tempering of internal energy, now began to devour Mo Zheng's internal energy like a ferocious beast that had been starving for a long time.
When one achieves perfect harmony between man and sword, not only is the power of the sword technique greatly enhanced, but the pressure on the body also increases significantly.
However, only after enduring this pressure can the skin and flesh continue to be tempered by internal energy, reaching the level of the Copper Skin Realm.
"It will take at least two more days —"
Mo Zheng opened his eyes, already understanding the progress of his cultivation. If he continued like this, using the method of becoming one with the sword to temper his flesh with internal energy, he could achieve copper skin in just two days.
Once the copper skin is formed, it means that the flesh and skin realm cultivation has reached its limit. As long as you buy the tendon and bone pill, you can break through to the tendon and bone realm.
"There's not much point in staying in Tiandao Gorge any longer; it's time to challenge the Tower of Ascension."
Mo Zheng picked up his two swords and headed straight down the mountain.
Inside the Martial Arts Hall and the Tower of Ascension.
There were only a few people in the spacious hall.
This is quite normal. The Tower of Ascension requires extremely high strength and also costs 100 contribution points or 10,000 taels of silver. Failure will damage one's mental state. No one would attempt it without being confident.
Mo Zheng, dressed in a black outfit and carrying two swords, entered the Tower of Ascension, surprising Zhao Kuang, the teacher who was guarding it.
He asked curiously, "You are Mo Zheng. I remember the last time you tried to ascend the Tower of Heaven was three years ago. How come you haven't come back for the past three years? Which of the other disciples doesn't try once or twice a year?"
"I'm not confident, so I won't come," Mo Zheng replied with a smile.
"Not confident? I remember you have good aptitude. You passed the first level very quickly back then. Even if you can't pass the third level in three years, you still have a chance to pass the second level," Zhao Kuang said.
Mo Zheng laughed, but didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "Can I attempt to ascend the Tower of Heaven now?"
"Of course, there's no one up there, just follow me."
Zhao Kuang responded and led Mo Zheng toward the second floor of the Tower of Ascension.
After paying the money and standing in front of the mirage pearl, the familiar feeling of weightlessness returned, and soon Mo Zheng found himself on a vast, empty grassland.
Thirty six-legged red oxen and two-tailed ghost cats appeared before my eyes.
Mo Zheng failed at this hurdle on his first attempt.
The sheer number of monsters presents a tremendous challenge to swordsmanship, agility, and endurance.
"A body at the level of perfect Qi and Blood is really not used to it."
After three years of cultivation, Mo Zheng had already reached the peak of the Stone Skin Realm, possessing a strength of ten thousand jin, which was no less than that of an ordinary martial artist in the Tendon and Bone Realm.
Now that this thousand-pound force has suddenly been applied to a body, one will naturally feel weak.
However, his external martial arts cultivation had already reached the Unity Realm level, and his control over his strength had reached a superb level, so there was no problem of not being able to unleash his full power.
"Let's begin."
With a thought, Mo Zheng produced a long sword in his hand, and at the same time, the thirty demonic beasts instantly revived from their frozen state.
A terrifying aura emanated from the six-legged red ox, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Mo Zheng, while the two-tailed ghostly cat's chilling gaze lingered on him.
Rumble!
Amidst the thunderous sound of hooves, thirty demonic beasts charged madly toward Mo Zheng. Fifteen six-legged red oxen were like moving small mountains, while the two-tailed ghost cats transformed into streaks of black phantoms, making them impossible to see clearly!
"bring it on!"
Mo Zheng suddenly exuded a fierce killing intent, his face filled with fighting spirit!
He had faced hordes of demonic beasts before, even in the Daliang Mountains.
"The Ghostly Wind Sword!"
With a low shout, Mo Zheng charged into the horde of demonic beasts. His movements were so fast that he left behind a series of afterimages.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh————
A strange sword light swept through the horde of demonic beasts, gently grazing the throats of one six-legged red ox after another. Like harvesting straw, the six-legged red oxen fell one after another. Their massive bodies and terrifying strength capable of shattering iron and stone were not exerted at all, and they could not even touch that strange and unpredictable figure.
The sword light vanished, and only Mo Zheng and fifteen two-tailed ghost cats remained on the vast grassland.