Morning.
After calming his thoughts, Xu Changsheng went to the kitchen to wash his face, holding a mouthful of water.
Telekinesis vibration.
Gurgle!
The water vibrated at a high frequency in his mouth.
A few seconds later, Xu Changsheng spat out the water.
His teeth were clean too.
Although he needed to retrain to reach his previous realm, all his battle experiences and life skills remained.
In fact.
While others could only sip the acidic rain, he could gulp it down in one go!
Because he had a special thod that could catalyze his body’s absorption and efficiently expel waste.
Whoosh!
"Acid rain is a free resource. This life, indeed, is interesting."
Taking a deep breath, he began drinking the acid rain to start today’s training.
Not everyone is like Liu Jun, who can lie around and wait for a 100% chance to open a mushroom talent and beco stronger.
Their training intensity at ho was very high.
Huff ha!
He continuously exhaled, practicing his secret art "Ten Thousand Forged Longevity Technique."
This was a cultivation technique improved based on the structure of the human body.
It was created by so Saint friends known for their research in history, although its upper limit was not high, it could extend life and solidify one’s foundation.
"Looking at it this way, I only need a short three or four days to break through another realm."
"Rehe Heavy Industry? Jiangnan Ancient Confucian Family of Hongnong?"
He recalled passing through Jiangnan hundreds of years ago, where a high-ranking scholar from the Hongnong Family led children and made a group of students fight each other for entertainnt.
He rembered the leading Great Scholar saying:
"Children, rember, how can these commoners be considered humans?"
"Even if they study hard their whole lives, they only gain the threshold to et us nobles; ultimately, they are rely accepted as dogs."
mory flashed back.
Coupled with today’s Rehe City, teacher Si Anhe, school beauty Bai Youxuan, the Little Fatty... and various students.
Their upbringing was really all the sa.
Tis have changed, but people haven’t.
Boom!
With a punch, there was a slight sonic boom in the air.
"Every Saint has their own talent."
"And my talent is longevity, the weakest kind. Back then, any casual friend was stronger than ."
"But I am also the strongest of them all because they have passed, and I still remain, with all the knowledge I exchanged with them becoming my foundation!"
"I may seem diocre, but I possess the most profound knowledge. No matter what predicant I face, I can find a solution."
"However, in this era, this advantage has been leveled out."
"They have a new system of Intelligent Brains, can rapidly increase knowledge by reading, with decades of learning in a dream, and have Intelligent Brain cloud to retrieve any information..."
"My advantage in accumulated knowledge has been leveled out, and I cannot find any winning chance."
"They excavate ancient Saints extensively, tomb robbers are everywhere, and I’m afraid many of my old friends’ graves have been dug up."
"This life is my hardest life."
"As the weakest Saint, I have no winning chance."
He continuously punched, squatted, performing movents in a highly counterintuitive way, assisted by so telekinetic vibrations, to aid in the body’s training.
He kept recalling that Jurassic dream.
"Speaking of training, those Titans, each like a small mountain, all beast tars, training Tyrannosaurs over ten ters, actually started cultivating their physical bodies."
"It is truly remarkable."
"This is sothing we humans cannot do."
He remained calm, continually punching and training his body, sharpening his physique, and stimulating his consciousness.
Through countless tests, the world long understood an iron law:
Humans are not suitable for physical training; even the strongest flesh and blood cannot withstand artillery!"
However, in history, he once encountered so Saints who attempted to open up the path of "Martial Dao" and proposed so unique theories.
They proposed the "Saint Origin Theory."
According to their theory, an Innate Saint should actually be called an Innate Holy Brain.
Because they innately resonate with certain laws, they give birth to a "Saint’s Brain."
Thus, according to the theory, a "Saint Body" can erge in the world, capable of cultivating the body.
However, without probabilistic interference, the Saint’s Brain naturally erges one in a billion."
"As for the Saint’s Body?"
The brain is one organ.
The body is made up of countless organs.
Each organ has a one in a billion chance. What is the probability of them forming a Saint Body?"
Therefore, unless human history is extended by hundreds of millions of years, a Saint Body is virtually impossible to be born naturally.
Thus, the current era advanced to chanical ascension, Wisdom God, and purely spiritual paths.
And this prosperity is only because of a single brain.
"If the Saint Body theory truly exists, then naturally it is almost impossible to be born, but if one could weave a flesh body, wouldn’t it be possible to create a Saint Body?"
His eyes were deep, revealing a hint of yearning,
"The Butterfly Race created the Angel Gods... It is truly incredible!"
"That era must have developed cultivation techniques more advanced than my ’Ten Thousand Forged Longevity Technique.’ I practice health cultivation, but theirs is a cultivation thod!"
As he continued training his body, his mind pondered.
He was not like Liu Jun, an ordinary high school student without any broad insight.
Seeing the sa thing, his perspective was at the Saint level.
Liu Jun, seeing the Titans, also thought of physical training thods to deduce a new extraordinary cultivation system in this world.
But Xu Changsheng saw even deeper, knowing the true cultivation principles of Saints, having a more practical likelihood than Liu Jun!
He knew in each of his lives, he would leave behind a legacy before dying.
To put it in novel terms, he was akin to the main character of a cautious long-life stream story, gradually accumulating a foundation, with a rabbit’s warren in three burrows.
If he truly had a reputation in the Jurassic...
Before dying that life, he definitely would have left a treasure for himself.
Perhaps it is...
A perfect Saint Body woven and left behind!
If his "Saint’s Brain" were to inhabit a "Saint Body" left from the Jurassic, what might happen?
Thinking of this made his breathing rapid.
In the days since his rebirth,
Whenever he accidentally reminisced certain historical mories, they could always help him resolve present-day issues.
Like last ti when he went out, recalling calligraphy resolutely and earned the friendship of nobles.
Now, recalling this piece of mory...
It signifies that a huge treasure awaits him.
"Tonight, I must rember the prehistoric era... to see what the distant past did, what legacy was left for my future self."
He continued punching with excitent.
"Angel King, able to be preserved in amber until now..."
"My legacy, it might not be impossible."
"With my steady personality, I might have left hundreds of pieces, hidden in different corners."
When night fell, he was eager to enter the realm of dreams.
User Comments
0 comments from readers