"Is that the Qi Cultivator?"
Ning Xunqiu frowned.
The world revealed by the Celestial Derivation Volu this ti had a cultivation system astonishingly similar to the "Qingxu Realm," almost identical.
When he first heard about the "Divine General" system, he didn’t pay much attention, because to him, the stronger the world, the better.
Until another version of his mother fell seriously ill, he first heard of Qi Cultivators and Dao Practice, and then encountered three Daoists.
Given longevity, the short-lived Martial Artist is likely not mainstream.
However...
The strand of thought severed with the "One Qi Transford into the Three Pristine Ones" technique will gradually awaken its spirituality, inheriting all the talents of his original self.
And the evolutionary traits at the certification level of "Innate Divine·Martial Master," if allowed to grow for a hundred years or so, would beco an invincible monster.
Unrestrained, invincible along its path.
And he possesses the ability to rewrite past errors of life. As long as that world has value, he can use "fortune" to cheat next ti. As for an ordinary Qi Cultivator against a Martial Master? Magic has so use but not much.
However...
This world is called Emperor Heaven Realm?
Heaven... Innate Divine? Divine of Attainnt?
Could this be the true reason for his inability to awaken his mories?
The more complete the world, the harder it is to awaken innate wisdom?
Ning Xunqiu contemplated silently.
He naturally didn’t indulge in using all precious "fortune" just to pour mories into a strand of thought; the mories prior to each traversal were rely his casual fabrication.
He continued to cast his gaze toward the life within the Celestial Derivation Volu.
...
[The Yellow Robe Daoist slowly glanced around, only to see this was an ordinary small yard, no different from a common household, except for the unusual sight of this cold-faced youth holding a long halberd.]
[The youth’s strength was so overwhelming it made one’s heart palpitate.]
["You saved yesterday, yet today you wish to take my life?"]
[The voice of the Yellow Robe Daoist was weak.]
[Yesterday, her body couldn’t hold up, but her primordial spirit retained a trace of clarity, not yet completely consud by chaos. An unascended immortal primordial spirit, once outside the flesh body, without its protection, would soon turn to ashes under the Great Sun.]
["Saving you." The youth spoke.]
["Is this how you save soone?" The Yellow Robe Daoist retorted.]
[The youth stared at the Yellow Robe Daoist for a mont, then withdrew the halberd.]
[The Yellow Robe Daoist smiled, propping herself up and clasping her hands: "My Daoist na is Wuyou, wishing for a world free of worries."]
["I am Lü Bu." The youth’s tone was solemn, "If you can save a life, then you shall be spared from death. Of course, if you can save my mother, I can take anyone’s life for you. No matter who they are, with the halberd in my hand, none will be beyond my reach."]
[He had such confidence; after all, a Qi Cultivator was ultimately just a head, two eyes, still a person. A person, when killed, dies.]
["A life for a life, you have quite the principle?" Wuyou Daoist said.]
["So, where is the person I need to save now?"]
[Without more words, Lü Bu took hold of the Wuyou Daoist and within a few steps arrived at the adjacent yard. Inside the house, an elder with a haggard face lay quietly on the bed.]
[Wuyou Daoist endured the waves of pain in her body and carefully examined the elder. After the inspection, she couldn’t help but sigh: "Already in a state of exhaustion, dicine is futile."
This situation she had seen repeatedly during her ti in the Celestial Dynasty.]
[Lü Bu felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing Wuyou Daoist’s diagnosis, similar to the previous ones.]
[Wuyou Daoist lightly chanted an incantation and then swiftly used her finger to trace a yellow talisman in the air.]
[As soon as the talisman’s light illuminated the elder lying on the bed, his once-white hair miraculously turned black in an instant, and his previously withered skin regained its forr ruddy luster.]
[However, the cost of all this was the great depletion of Wuyou Daoist herself. Her hair, which had been as black as ink, was now sprinkled with streaks of gray from the ravages of ti, and her breath beca rapidly weak.]
["I used the Peaceful Relief Divine Spell’s power to defy the heavens and change your mother’s fate, extending her lifespan so she may peacefully live to the age of eighty without illness or disaster."]
["Between us, we owe each other nothing more."] Wuyou Daoist’s voice, though weak, was resolute.
[After speaking, Wuyou Daoist seed to exhaust her last ounce of strength and her body gently slumped, sinking into a deep coma.]
[Lü Bu quietly gazed at the Wuyou Daoist, his eyes reflecting complex emotions.]
[He knew well the young Daoist’s words were true; the price paid for defying destiny was not sothing easily bearable. Therefore, he carefully returned Wuyou Daoist to his own yard, tenderly covering her with a blanket, then turned back to his mother’s side to wait quietly.]
["Bu’er... I am still alive?" The old woman slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, murmuring softly as she looked at Lü Bu on the bed.]
[Lü Bu’s gaze softened. Sitting beside her, he gently said, "Mother, a kind soul saved your life."]
["The drop of water kindness should be repaid with a fountain of gratitude, this favor cannot be forgotten." The elder’s voice was faint.]
["Okay." Lü Bu nodded.]
[As the elder’s condition improved, by the third day she could get out of bed and walk, while the Wuyou Daoist remained unconscious.]
[Lü Bu waited a few more days, seeing that the Wuyou Daoist showed no signs of waking, he let his sister take care of her. Then, he led his brothers out to hunt.]
[Three months passed in a flash.]
[Lü Bu was alone on the grassland, fiercely hunting a "Exotic Beast" that resembled a fierce tiger, spanning a hundred zhang long.
After a fierce battle, his entire body ignited with a golden aura, a majestic Golden Divine Man slowly manifested behind him, and his will condensed into a dazzling "Sky-piercing Halberd", ultimately striking down the Exotic Beast.]
[Lü Bu raised his head and t "his own" gaze.]
[Dharma Aspect!!]
[Generally, the Dharma Aspect of a Divine General is divided into three classes: the lower class for mortal beasts like pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep, the middle class for Exotic Beasts with powers of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and the highest class for legendary Divine Beasts.
However, no one has ever been able to condense a "human-shaped Dharma Aspect".]
[From the Dharma Aspect, Lü Bu did not feel any special ability, only... pure power, enough to destroy everything.]
[True Form.]
[Lü Bu lightly raised his arm, and the "Golden Gang Qi" instantly transford into a Great Bow.
Pulling back the bowstring, the Gang Qi condensed into an arrow; upon release, a dazzling stream of light pierced through the sky.
Accompanied by a thunderous crash, the heavy clouds were suddenly torn apart by this Vigorous Arrow, shooting straight to the peak of a small mountain. In an instant, blinding golden light erupted, shattering the mountain rock into dust scattered all over the sky.]
[Lü Bu nodded in satisfaction. As he turned around, the golden light on his body gradually dissipated.]
[Qi Cultivation to Form Gang cannot break out of the body; only when the Vigorous Qi breaks out of the body does one count as a "first-class general".]
[Yet even "Divine Generals" cannot let their Vigorous Qi leave the body recklessly; it’s generally an "ultimate technique", not everyone possesses a vast sea-like Gang Qi like Lü Bu.]
[The Alien Race Tribe looked up, seeing the mountain they worshipped bathed in golden light, and were terrified, falling to their knees in awe.]
In the depths of the grassland, in a grand, towering mountain, a ditative figure with closed eyes turned their head toward the direction of the shining golden light.
"Has the Emperor Heaven nurtured such a Divine General? What does he intend?"
The figure pondered for a mont.
"Soone, co."
"Elder."
At the foot of the mountain, a white wolf awoke suddenly from its sleep, leaping nimbly before the figure, its expression full of reverence.
"Imdiately mobilize the Alien Race army and the Throne Great Demon, be sure to slay that suddenly erging Divine General."
"As you command, Elder."
...
[After returning ho, Lü Bu received news that the Wuyou Daoist had awoken a few days ago, but her body was still weak and not yet recovered.]
[Lü Bu walked into the house, found a corner to sit down in, and stared blankly.]
[The Wuyou Daoist was idly chatting with Lü Bu’s sister. When she inadvertently looked up, she saw that the person was no longer as cold as a few months ago, looking rely like a clean, ordinary young man.]
[Or perhaps this was Lü Bu’s true face.]
[After condensing the "True Self Dharma Aspect", Lü Bu’s aura had completely converged.]
[Though he had killed countless on the battlefield, he bizarrely bore no trace of a murderous aura; any evil qi, killing intent approaching him would be scattered by his invisible aura.]
[He wasn’t fond of slaughtering living beings; his dreams were simple and pure, to eat at. This was why the previous Alien Race generals and young Daoists could not predict Lü Bu’s strength.]
[Lü Bu, bored in the courtyard, watched the Wuyou Daoist happily conversing with his sister, and suddenly a thought arose, saying, "I want to learn Daoist Skill."]
[The Wuyou Daoist and Lü Bu’s sister turned to look.]
[Lü Bu pondered a bit and added, "Daoist Skill that can save people."]
[The Wuyou Daoist looked Lü Bu up and down, shaking his head, "You cannot learn it."]
["Impossible." Lü Bu said with a calm face, "My talent is unparalleled in the world. If I learn Daoist Skill, my cultivation will surpass yours in no more than three months."]
[The Wuyou Daoist, though young, only a decade older than Lü Bu, already had Five Hundred Years of Dao Practice, surpassing that of Daoists who practiced for centuries, clearly indicating that there are both diocre people and geniuses among Qi Cultivators.]
[The Wuyou Daoist explained, "You’ve traveled too deeply down the path of Martial Dao. No matter how great your talent, it can’t lead to success in the path of Qi Cultivation."]
[Lü Bu puzzled, "What difference does it make? I wield the halberd in my right hand and draw talismans with my left, is multitasking not possible?"]
["Is it possible?"]
["Isn’t it possible?"]
["Did your master not teach you?"]
["Master? If you’re willing to teach, I can offer you tuition... ten pounds of at a day."]
["So, you really know nothing." The Wuyou Daoist, looking at the earnest Lü Bu, helplessly held his forehead.]
["Ten thousand years ago, this world was ruled by divine spirits; the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races were rely slaves created by the Divine Race."]
["Until an elder created the path of Qi Cultivators, imparting dharma to enlighten all beings. After a hundred years, the elder had a sudden enlightennt, rode an ox eastward through Hangu Pass, purple Qi coming three thousand miles from the east, Inquiry Divine Monarch."]
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