Chapter Two: The Master of Donzhen Ruins
smitted over by starlight.If Jiang Wang couldn't perceive this subtle difference, and "recognize" the power of Yu Heng Xing, then he wouldn't be able to receive this voice.Jiang Wang understood, this...The Dao pulse is the foundation of cultivation.
This “dao” is not the dao of Taoism, but the dao of the Great Dao. Regardless of whether one is a practitioner of Confucianism, Buddhism, military strategy, Mohism, or any other school of thought, manifesting the dao lineage is always the first step in their cultivation.
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In ancient times, those known as "cultivation seeds" were individuals born with naturally manifested meridians. However, the human race does not determine one's entire life based on natural talent. Opening Meridian Pills are one method to improve cultivation aptitude.
By borrowing the power of elixirs, manifest the body's meridians. They can also unleash the vitality of heaven and earth, nourishing the physical body. Qi and blood feedback, thereby cultivating Taoist essence and embarking on the path of cultivation.
Speaking of it, compared to the instruments that were destroyed by explosions, like those used by Left Light's clan, Kaimai Dan shouldn't be considered precious.
But for this beggar on the brink of desperation, it was the only key to unlocking his inner treasure.
Through ages of hardship, only death remains. At the brink of my demise, I beg for divine mercy!
Now, the beggar clutched at his key to hope.
He was so devout.
He held the jade bottle with trembling hands, and with lips that quivered, he aimed at the mouth of the bottle and poured it down!
Beside him was a silent shattered temple, in the distance lay the corpses of beggars, and at his side were shattered bones and flesh.
As the sun sets, casting its fading rays across the sky, clouds gather on the horizon. Corpses litter the fields, while beggars and the sick consume pills in their desperation.
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opening the pulse pill rolled to the tip of the tongue, transforming into a warm current that flowed down the throat and dispersed throughout the limbs and bones.
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The beggar’s eyes were half-closed, and for a moment, hundreds of images flickered through his mind.
Diligent in study during the hot summers and cold winters, practicing swordsmanship in spring and autumn.
Chasing after notorious bandits, engaging in fierce battles with ruthless outlaws.
In the end, he descended alone from Xishan, where bandits gathered, his body covered in blood.
Only then was a Qi-Opening Pill obtained.
How many years did it take him to approach the world of transcendence
He exerted every effort, struggling relentlessly to improve. How did he get to this point
The mother passed away at an early age, and the father, who later died from illness, had almost depleted the last vestiges of their family wealth.
He stood alone, his own strength his only support.
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Having emerged victorious from the fierce competition for a place at the Dao Institution, and having reigned supreme in the highly competitive outer court, he finally grasped the key to transcendence for the first time.
But shortly after...
That's poisoning and encircling to kill.
He fought his way out, desperate to survive. To avoid being found, he blended in with the beggars.
I had hoped to wait for the right time, but my body can no longer endure.
He grew weaker and weaker, until he could only lie helplessly in the straw pile, waiting for death.
He dragged his sickly body out to search the battlefield, driven only by a refusal to give up. To his surprise, he found a Qi-activating Pill!
Even someone as powerful as Zuo Guanglie, why would they carry a Kaimudan The reason for this has been lost to time along with his legendary demise, and no one knows the answer anymore.
But the beggar's story, because of this, continued to a new chapter.
Fate is unpredictable, nothing more so than this.
The beggar turned his mind back, feeling an indescribable change in his body.
He felt a warmth spreading from every corner of his body, flowing through him in a way he couldn't comprehend, finally converging on his spine.
This process is slow yet clear.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint force arose from the tailbone and surged upward along the spine. It felt like an earthworm swimming upstream in a river.
This process was arduous, but the warm strength flowing from every part of his body kept him going... "Little Earthworm" finally swam through this long journey, piercing through the spine and straight to the heavens!
A miracle happened.
He seemed to see light within his body.
From every limb, from every corner of the body, warmth bursts forth.
He no longer felt the cold, nor the weakness, nor the pain.
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When the meridians are manifested, vitality nourishes.
The beggar opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.
He felt a surge of power coursing through him, and finally, he was once again in control of his destiny!
His Dao veins have already appeared. Although the Dao veins' true spirit is only a low-level, insignificant earthworm, it also means that he can officially step onto the path of transcendence.
Flying through the skies and traveling underground, entering and exiting the depths of the earth, are no longer distant dreams!
Someday, Gongyang Bai, Mo Jingyu, even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi... these renowned figures, things they could achieve, he could too!
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The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of scraps at his feet.
Life contemplates death, the opening connects to the closing curtain.
He buried Zuo Guanglie and those beggars outside the temple. Even though his spiritual power was strong, he didn't finish until the moon was high in the sky.
This is a possibly useless trifle, yet it embodies his principles.
Although the group of beggars chose to abandon him when danger arrived, they did not leave him to die alone in the wilderness during his final days. Though unable to provide him with medical treatment, they at least gave him some water to drink.
Given these circumstances, as much as we are able, we should let them rest in peace. They shouldn't have to suffer in this life and continue to be without support in the afterlife.
People believe that only upon entering the earth can one find peace. Within the vast and compassionate embrace of the land, departed souls can finally rest.
At last, the beggar stood before Zu Guanglie's grave.
"Those who bury you are not nameless people, Zhuang Guo Qinghe County Fenglin City..." Under the moonlight, a beggar stood before the small grave. His clothes were dirty, his hands covered in mud, yet he held his back straight and said with unwavering composure: "My name is Jiang Wang."
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Before the tiger was fully formed, it already had the air of a beast that eats cattle.
“You didn't die in an unknown place. This is called the Zhen Guan Temple. Though the weathered plaque has faded writing and is little known, it will surely become famous because of you!”
After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed deeply: "May you rest in peace in heaven."
This bow is not only due to the opening meridian pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of his displayed compassion, frankness and bravery.
People like Zuo Guangren deserve our utmost respect.
Tonight is a full moon, the bright moonlight shines on the new grave.
A faint breeze seemed to stir in the depths of my being.
Jiang Wang saw that from Zou Guanglie's grave, specks of silver light floated out, rising slowly in the moonlight and gathering into a small, silvery crescent moon. It hovered above the fresh grave, within Jiang Wang's reach, appearing mysterious and noble.
"This is..."
Jiang Wangfu sincerely wishes for spiritual fulfillment.
He reached out and grasped the silver crescent moon.
I blacked out.
In almost endless darkness, a gentle voice arose. This voice seemed to contain the profound principles of heaven and earth, the wondrous mysteries of the Dao. Hearing it, one felt their mind clear and spirit bright.
Welcome, Master of the Blessed Land of the Cave!
In the next instant, a glimmer of light appeared, followed by countless specks of light.
Countless lights obscured his vision. When Jiang Wang regained his sight, he saw a dazzling Milky Way surging in the vast darkness before him!
Before the Milky Way, a young man stood.
This person had bright eyes, a high and straight nose, and a gentle expression that seemed completely non-threatening. Only their slightly pursed lips betrayed a hint of stubbornness. They wore only a robe of unknown material, with no other adornments.
Jiang Wang was stunned.
Because this young man, he was himself. Although his clothes were different and much cleaner and neater than his current state, how could he possibly mistake himself
And he was looking at himself, in a way he couldn't yet understand, in a sense that went beyond sight.
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“Dao Yuan's feedback is insufficient, the Dao Stage's nineteen layers are sealed.”
That gentle voice echoed once again through the vast expanse of space.
“Eighteen layers of seal on the Dao Stage.”
"Second Floor of the Performance Stage Seal."
Every time this phrase appears, the starry river before him dims a little.
Jiang Wang tried to make sense of everything he had observed, then heard:
"The platform for sword-fighting among the Three Grades is sealed."
"The Four-Rank Sword Platform is sealed."
Just like before, it continued until "Eight Ranks Sword Discussion Platform Seal." then stopped.
The meaning of this, Jiang Wang did not understand, but it probably had something to do with his low strength. The so-called "Master of the True Hole Ruins Blessed Land" should be Zuo Guanglie, not him.
At the same time, he noticed a line of unfamiliar text floating within his field of vision.
This text was completely different from the Zhuang language he had studied. It was very unfamiliar to him, yet he clearly perceived the meaning of these characters.
"Achievement: 1850 points."
As Jiang Wang was pondering, the "self" he had perceived suddenly took a step forward and merged with him.
This process was so short it could almost be omitted. Jiang Wang moved his limbs, feeling satisfied. In this mysterious world, he finally had a sense of tangible existence.
And just at that moment, the stars in the vast emptiness suddenly churned, an entire glittering galaxy surged towards him!
He was lost in the galaxy.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning. When Jiang Wang came to his senses, he found himself in a space filled with ethereal mist. At the same time, numerous pieces of information flooded his mind.
Here is the Taixu Illusory Realm, and the place he resides, the Zhenxu Fu Di, is enveloped within this world.
The silver crescent moon he grasped was called the Illusory Key, the key to entering this place. It used the power of the Taiyin Star to draw the host's soul consciousness into the illusory realm of Taixu.
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Here, everything is simulated. Everything is identical to reality except that it will not harm the host's physical body.
The Dao Stage is a place to deduce and rehearse magical techniques. The cost required for deduction is "Gong".
The Sword Discussion Platform is exclusively used for traversing the Illusory Realm and sparring with other cultivators.
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"Merit" is primarily generated through combat. In battles between peers, victory increases merit while defeat decreases it. Challenging opponents of a higher rank comes with corresponding bonuses.
Besides, there are other ways. For example, corresponding celestial realms will regularly produce "merit."
Of the Seventy-two Blessed Lands, the lowest ranking one, East Sea Mountain Blessed Land, produces 100 merit points each month. As for the lower thirty-six Blessed Lands, every level increase raises the production of merit by ten. The upper thirty-six Blessed Lands see a production increase of one hundred merit points for each level gained.
Zuo Guanglie's occupied Cave of True Bliss ranked 23rd, producing 1,850 points of merit each month.
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This is all Jiang Wang has left to his name.
Although she wasn't sure of its exact effect, Jiang Wang could already hear her heart beating wildly.
This place...this place!
This glittering galaxy seems to conceal a vast secret.
Just the stage for its display and the platform for debate, unfold a vast and turbulent world.
To discourse with virtue on blessed lands, to debate swords under the starry heavens, how grand and magnificent!
Before today, Jiang Wang hadn't even heard of it.
His heart was in turmoil, unable to settle until he cast his gaze upon a sundial's shadow. There, he saw these words:
The master of the blessed land will, in fifteen days, accept the challenge from the twenty-four Jade Altar Masters of the blessed land.
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Failure will result in a demotion.
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