With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 753 - 594: Fist Shakes Lingguang Revealing Divine Ch

Without hesitation, ng Chuan sunk his waist and sat back on his hips, initiating the Five Elents Fist.

As the punch moved, the air emitted a sound like tearing silk, while the Five Qi flowed freely and dispersed, sotis even beyond imagination.

Brilliant colors splashed forth, astonishingly appearing together, racing like a rainbow.

Falling, withered leaves quietly landed on the ground.

The aroma of wine was completely dispersed by the punch’s wind.

As the punch was executed, a phantom silently floated in mid-air.

In the distance, Yang Yuelian and Dragon Demon did not see it.

The existence of the phantom seed beyond the three realms, and outside the Five Elents.

Only ng Chuan slowly stopped, sniffing with spirit sensitivity, his left eye showing an anomaly, as if sensing sothing.

He looked up at the void and bowed:

"Could you be the venerable King Xiang present?"

[Fist Shocking the Eight Desolates · Qin Xiang].

ng Chuan boldly guessed that the presence of this Qi was exactly the "Martial Arts Divine Charm" left by King Xiang at his own tomb.

The form of true charm is diverse.

Originally written words on true skills, rock paintings amidst natural mountains, and rivers, etc.

Ancient creations remain eternal.

Essentially, it’s a spiritual imprint carrying martial arts.

The spiritual imprint of King Xiang inscribed on stone tablets is not uncommon.

However, its form is not illustrative or written, but similar to Incense Fire Immortals and Buddhas, leaving a "virtual form" that exists in the world.

This surprised ng Chuan.

When martial arts reach a certain level, one could be like King Xiang.

Physical body destroyed, martial arts spirit endures?

ng Chuan speculated this likely had so relation to martial arts will...

The power of will contains many unknowns and unresolved mysteries, which he scarcely comprehends.

Returning to his senses, he noticed the air in the sky approaching him.

ng Chuan neither dodged nor ducked, quietly waiting.

It was as if a wisp of Qi circled around him, then seeped into his pores.

This sensation, he had experienced many tis before.

Earlier, Principal Sui imparted the cultivation technique [Boiling Fla], leaving that spiritual imprint in his sea of consciousness with similar feelings.

Much later.

The unusual feeling dissipated, ng Chuan invigorated himself, introspecting his sea of consciousness.

"...Why is it not there?"

His gaze traveled along his ridians, and after a mont, he perceived nothing.

Did King Xiang just co to have a look and then leave?

That’s impossible...

ng Chuan’s expression grew puzzled, suddenly thinking of sothing.

His perception focused on his brow, on the upper dantian.

The large body of the elephant god looked innocently at him.

ng Chuan pondered for a mont, then pried open its big mouth, searching all around...

After a long ti, he withdrew from introspection, looking perplexed.

"It didn’t get eaten by the elephant god... Dragon Demon isn’t in the body either, where on earth did it go..."

"Tao Heart?"

ng Chuan checked, but found nothing.

He practiced the punch again, yet felt no presence of that Qi, everything was calm, only the Five Elents flowed.

ng Chuan was certain that King Xiang’s divine charm was absorbed by him, only he had not figured out where it was hidden...

Human interference would disrupt the integrity of the divine charm.

Earlier he had already acquired this wisp of Qi, naturally could no longer trigger this divine charm to appear, including for those who ca later.

"Where on earth is it hidden..."

ng Chuan introspected again, surely this Qi couldn’t vanish without trace.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, rembering sothing.

Could it be...

Then he lowered his head, looking at the inside of his wrist.

A faint red inverted "question mark" slowly appeared.

Cross-legged and communicating with the imprint, ng Chuan’s soul entered the War Soul space.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were still dim, the world quietly waiting for him to activate it with his punches.

Under his perception, subtle Qi lingered in the air, exactly like the "King Xiang divine charm" from outside monts before.

ng Chuan nodded, indeed it had co here...

The King Xiang divine charm was absorbed by the War Soul space, waiting silently for him to activate.

Executing the Five Elents Fist in his hand, he thought of the bizarre [Five Elents Imagery World].

Colorful, like a world covered by an overturned palette.

The Five Elents world had already transford into the seed of [Five Qi Chaoyuan], residing within his body.

At this mont, simulated by the War Soul space, it appeared in front of his eyes.

Returning here once more, ng Chuan focused his mind to look.

A figure clad in crimson-gold armor stood with arms crossed in the center of the world.

His form towering and majestic, muscles bulging, filling the armor.

Despite channeling several perceptive senses, no aura erged from him, yet inciting a palpable feeling of awe.

Not only for him, but anyone whose gaze lingered on the figure would have a singular thought arise.

Dominance!

Tyranny!

ng Chuan unconsciously released the bounds of his magnetic field.

Simultaneously, all the Qi in the Five Elents world responded to the summons, swarming towards him.

Surrounded by a five-colored gale, gathering clouds above his head, faint bursts of lightning and thunder.

Montum surged, willfully erupted!

The opponent and he were both forces of dominance!

Qin Xiang had already died, leaving behind only a trace of the martial arts divine charm.

Yet still embodying "Though the body perishes, the spirit endures, the soul remains as a ghost hero!"

ng Chuan slowly walked toward Qin Xiang, the overwhelming presence pressed closer with each step.

The Five Elents Qi draped upon him like a dazzling neon gown.

Seeing this, Qin Xiang’s expression finally shifted.

He had lingered at Rosy Clouds Mountain for hundreds of years, a century of solitude.

And yet, under the buffeting of wind and rain, without any human interference to obliterate it, he had remained eternal.

He was right there, quietly awaiting the predetermined "successor."

The crimson-gold armored figure quietly descended.

ng Chuan watched with so vagueness; the other seed to be smiling, slowly began to speak:

"I am Qin Xiang, having died and left the cultivation technique [Divine Charm] in this world.

By the decree of King Xiang, I am to pass down the Five Elents Fist path to the one with ghostly talent.

A century of ti has passed, finally, I’ve waited for you, successor, tell your na."

"..."

ng Chuan’s expression was sowhat awkward.

But he considered how King Xiang was an ancient man, speaking with this manner...

It seed normal.

This was his unique world, imagery space, all under control.