"I am fortunate not to have failed my mission. I have compiled all the cultivation techniques from the four great sacred grounds of Southern Heaven, and I have co to report back to my lord."
The four great sacred grounds have a legacy of ten thousand years, with profound and deep foundations.
Their Scripture Pavilion contains classics ranging from the insights left by Martial Saints to basic breathing techniques, nearly encompassing the essence of martial arts throughout the Southern Domain.
In order to collect these secret texts, Li Changkong did not hesitate to stir up a bloody storm in the martial world and annihilate the four great sacred grounds.
At this mont, Li Changkong reverently presented this gift.
As his words fell, the sound of chaotic and hazy air currents suddenly echoed within the valley.
What was an ordinary mountain valley entrance now manifested a distorted light and shadow, beyond which lay an expansive and boundless chaotic world.
In that chaos, boundless Primordial Qi surged and flowed like a tumultuous ocean, emanating an oppressive aura that caused one’s heart to tremble.
There were also countless mystical rune laws floating and flickering within, sotis transforming into mountains and rivers, sotis into sun, moon, and stars, interpreting the supre principles of the world’s operation.
This was not the inner world of an ordinary Grandmaster, but one that Chen Sheng had opened with his supre cultivation.
At this mont, it gradually mirrored the heavens and the earth, subtly indicating signs of rging with the real world. Its mystic and vastness far exceeded the understanding of any cultivator in this realm.
At the center of the chaotic world, a White Tiger of imnse stature lay crouched and still.
Its entire body was snow-white, its fur as crystal-clear as glazed glass, radiating a faint golden light that outlined an enigmatic totem, as if containing the secrets of the world’s genesis.
A pair of amber vertical pupils were tightly closed, yet exuded a supre majesty that overlooked all beings and controlled heaven and earth—this was Chen Sheng.
Hearing Li Changkong’s report, Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, two brilliant beams of golden light shot from his eyes, penetrating the chaos, directly reaching into Li Changkong’s sea of consciousness.
Li Changkong only felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and all the cultivation technique scriptures stored within his sea of consciousness,
whether it be the supre principles of the "Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture," the peerless sword techniques of the Sword Palace, or the unique skills of the Great Zen Temple and the Wheel Sacred Sect, were all extracted and swept through by an invisible force.
This process was as fast as lightning, ending before Li Changkong could even react.
He could clearly feel that his lord’s spiritual power was as vast as a starry sea, pure as glazed glass, sweeping through his sea of consciousness without causing the slightest harm, yet precisely extracting all the information.
This technique had already reached the heavens and earth!
Within the chaos, Chen Sheng’s vertical pupils narrowed slightly.
The cultivation techniques of the four great sacred grounds were like keys, opening the door to a deeper understanding of the fundantal laws of this realm for him.
His previously half-completed techniques quickly deduced to a deeper realm, thanks to the nourishnt and supplentation of these scriptures.
"Not bad."
A deep and majestic voice erged from within the chaos, like celestial music, yet akin to thunder, slowly echoing in the valley.
As the voice fell, Chen Sheng curved his right claw and lightly pointed.
A beam of golden light, condensed to the extre, shot from his claw tip, like a shooting star chasing the moon, instantly entering Li Changkong’s glabella.
The mont the golden light entered his body, a vast boundless cultivation technique was directly imprinted into Li Changkong’s sea of consciousness—"The Celestial Demon Strategy of Yin and Yang Intertwine (Thirty-Six Volus)."
Li Changkong instinctively circulated his spiritual power to browse it. The more he read, the more shocked he beca, the more he read, the more ecstatic he beca. In the end, his whole body trembled slightly, his eyes bursting with fervent light.
This "Celestial Demon Strategy of Yin and Yang Intertwine" was the core cultivation technique he had originally created, but due to limitations in his own vision and foundation, he had only completed eighteen volus, and the subsequent content remained undeduced.
But now, the cultivation technique granted by his lord not only completed "The Celestial Demon Strategy of Yin and Yang Intertwine" to thirty-six volus but also fundantally perfected and optimized the initial eighteen volus.
Greatly enhancing the foundation of the entire cultivation technique, its power limitless!
With this perfected "Celestial Demon Strategy of Yin and Yang Intertwine," Li Changkong clearly saw the opportunity to step into the Martial Saint Dharma Aspect Realm!
He could no longer maintain his composure, suddenly kowtowing three tis, his forehead hitting the ground with a heavy thud, his tone filled with extre reverence and gratitude:
"Thank you, my lord, for your grace! I vow to follow you unto death, to go through fire and water, without hesitation!"
Chen Sheng gently nodded, his snow-white head slightly swaying, his voice still calm and unruffled: "Go now, do your work well."
"Yes! I take my leave!"
Li Changkong respectfully saluted again, then slowly stood up, cautiously stepped back a few steps, before turning and transforming into a stream of light, quietly departing.
As he left, his steps were light, his eyes full of anticipation for the future. The power and generosity of his lord made him even more determined to follow.
Not long after Li Changkong left, a figure quickly arrived outside the valley—it was Mi Yudao.
He was still dressed in the Hall Master’s attire, standing respectfully at the valley entrance, imitating Li Changkong’s manner, and not daring to make any noise.
As Li Changkong had left earlier, the two happened to et.
Mi Yudao looked at Li Changkong’s spirited deanor, also recalling the previous ti when he was easily subdued by Li Changkong, unable to escape, he could not help but emit a cold hum, a hint of unwillingness and wariness flashing in his eyes.
Li Changkong noticed his gaze, smiled lightly, his face carrying a faint arrogance, but he did not take it to heart.
Now that he had received his lord’s gift, his cultivation was about to advance further, only one step away from the Martial Saint Realm, while Mi Yudao was just an external martial artist. If not for being subordinates of the sa lord, he would not even be worth noticing.
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