Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Mu Chen, with his incredibly keen perception, almost instantly noticed something was off. Following the flow of Primordial Qi coming from all directions, he was shocked to discover that the source of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi being absorbed by the five orbs of light was not the so-called Holy Tomb Space! It was Holy Tomb Mountain’s five-colored main peak, the Eternal Saint Peak!

At the summit of the Eternal Saint Peak was another massive Primordial Power vortex, but this one was multicolored. At the center of this five-colored vortex was another huge orb of light. This orb was also five-colored, but it spun in the opposite direction of the orbs atop the other five mountain peaks.

That was why the summit of the Eternal Saint Peak released Primordial Power, while the summits of the Five Elements Mountains absorbed it! After careful thought, it dawned on Mu Chen. The reason the Eternal Saint Peak stood tall was the single-elemental Primordial Power fused and sent by the Five Elements Mountains. And the reason the Five Elements Mountains could maintain their eternal state was their reliance on the Five Elements Elemental Power released by the Eternal Saint Peak!

It was precisely because of this relationship, which completely defied common sense, that the two had spontaneously created an eternally existing, self-perpetuating cycle! A spontaneous, unique, and inexhaustible, fantastical system!

His fingers trembled slightly. After this realization, Mu Chen felt a chill run down his spine. This was humanity’s primal fear of the unknown! The power of nature was truly irresistible!

"So this is the Five Elements Sacred Domain... This is... the true Holy Tomb Mountain..."

His mouth hung open, and his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he uttered these words in a trembling voice.

"Holy Tomb Mountain is the Five Elements Sacred Domain. The Five Elements Sacred Domain is Holy Tomb Mountain... This is the ultimate treasure created by tens of thousands of our ancestors with their own bodies and their hopes for future generations!" Dilaka looked at Mu Chen, his tone a mix of solemnity and reverence—a deep admiration for his predecessors.

Holy Tomb Mountain, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Saints. At this moment, even Mu Chen stepped upon this place—a land yearned for by countless Martial Artists—with a heart full of gratitude and reverence.

Following Dilaka’s lead, Mu Chen used his Spiritual Power to support Little Tiger, Ye Shuangshuang, and Mo Qing as they flew toward the Eternal Saint Peak. They didn’t stop, but he still couldn’t help but take in the scenery along the way.

However, what puzzled Mu Chen was that they had been traveling for so long without seeing a single member of Holy Tomb Mountain. This was rather unusual.

"Teacher Dilaka, why haven’t we seen a single person after flying for so long?"

Hearing this, Dilaka turned his head and said warmly, "Aside from those on missions or out training, the students and instructors usually stay on the Eternal Saint Peak. Normally, you’d still see many students bustling about, but today is a very special day, so everyone has remained on the main peak."

"A special day?" Mu Chen asked, confused.

Dilaka chuckled. "The Inner and Outer Mountain Faction Tournament. Every year on this day, the various factions test their strength and compete for rankings. With generous rewards and Cultivation Resources up for grabs, why would any of the students be out here?"

"Getting a chance to witness the senior students’ battles as soon as I enter the mountain... wouldn’t you say I’m pretty lucky?" After flying for a while, Mu Chen had relaxed, and his tone was a bit playful.

"Not very lucky, no. At our current speed, we probably won’t get back to the Eternal Saint Peak until tonight. By then, the tournament will be long over."

"Uh... Is that so?"

Mu Chen looked at the Eternal Saint Peak, which seemed so close, then back at Dilaka, who was eyeing him with a smirk. He could feel his face darkening. ’Did I see it wrong?’ he thought. ’Is that not the Eternal Saint Peak in front of me?’

"Tell me, Mu Chen, you don’t really think the distance from the Five Elements Mountains to the Eternal Saint Peak is this short, do you?" Dilaka suddenly asked.

"It’s not? But... this..." Mu Chen froze, pointing from the Five Elements Mountains to the Eternal Saint Peak, completely bewildered.

Dilaka shook his head playfully and sped up slightly. "You’ll understand after flying a bit longer," he told Mu Chen.

Mu Chen was speechless.

Four hours later, it was already dusk in the Outer Realm, but inside Holy Tomb Mountain, Mu Chen was growing resigned. Since their conversation about the distance, the Eternal Saint Peak hadn’t gotten any closer. Even the size of the peak looked exactly the same as it had before. Based on common sense, Mu Chen realized that the area of Holy Tomb Mountain must be larger than an entire Imperial Capital! The size reported in the Outer Realm was just speculation.

"HUFF... HUFF... Teacher... Why don’t we just use Spatial Transmission?"

The depleted Primordial Power in his Dantian could no longer support his flight. He had only managed to keep going this long by constantly draining his Spiritual Power, using it to guide his own body and support Mo Qing and the other two. He was about to reach his limit.

Dilaka glanced back with a meaningful smile and held up two fingers. "Two reasons."

"Huh?" Mu Chen was startled by the response and nearly lost his concentration, almost plummeting from the sky. He glanced at the hard, golden ground below, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"First, the space in this initial region of Holy Tomb Mountain has been restricted by the Dean. Other than the Dean himself, no one can use Walking on Air, which is to say, Spatial Transmission. This is to prevent hostile external forces from infiltrating Holy Tomb Mountain to cause trouble and then escaping quickly."

"Second, I wanted to see just how immense your Spiritual Power really is!"

As he mentioned the second reason, Dilaka’s expression suddenly grew serious. "Mu Chen," he continued, "I want to ask you two things. This might touch upon your privacy, but please answer me honestly. I have no family, and you are only the second student I have ever taken in my life. I would sooner die than do anything to harm you."

"Please ask, Teacher." Mu Chen’s expression relaxed. He took a deep breath and slowed his flight.

Dilaka said, "I remember during the Empire’s tournament, I probed you once with my Spiritual Power. At the time, I just wanted to know your true Martial Artist Realm, so I only released one-thousandth of my Spiritual Power. But I didn’t expect you to notice and counterattack with your own Spiritual Power, and I was the one who ended up at a disadvantage. I find it very strange. Although one-thousandth of my Spiritual Power wouldn’t have much effect on a Martial Venerable or a High-tier Martial Emperor, it is definitely not something a First-Ring Martial Sect should be able to detect, let alone counter. So, I ask you, have you ever practiced a High-tier Spiritual Technique?"

Faced with Dilaka’s question, Mu Chen answered without hesitation, "No, I have not practiced any High-tier Spiritual Technique."

’Thinking back,’ Mu Chen mused, ’my Spiritual Power has been far beyond that of Martial Artists at the same level ever since I started cultivating the Martial Dao. Ninety-nine percent of the reason for this was the foundation laid when I used the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique to create my Reforged Dantian. But Master told me that I must never reveal anything about the Extreme Spirit Pearl, so I have to keep the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique a secret as well.’

’Of course, I’m not really lying to Dilaka. For all these years, my Spiritual Power has steadily increased along with my Martial Artist Realm. But that’s because of the God-Smashing Technique. It has nothing to do with a Spiritual Technique. Speaking of which...’ It was only then that he suddenly remembered he did, in fact, possess a High-level Spiritual Secret Technique, Forest of Myriad Manifestations, and the God-Smashing Technique that went with it!

’But it’s true that I haven’t cultivated it. Ever since I left the Senluo Tomb, the Forest of Myriad Manifestations has just been sitting in my Storage Ring. I haven’t even had a chance to look at it. It seems it’s about time I studied it properly. I was just too busy during the Empire’s tournament recently.’

"You haven’t practiced a High-tier Spiritual Technique?!" Dilaka exclaimed. Seeing Mu Chen’s firm and resolute expression, it didn’t look like he was deliberately hiding anything. ’Could it be that he gained such formidable Spiritual Power through some fortuitous opportunity?’

"Then why is your Spiritual Power so terrifyingly strong? A normal Martial Sect, after their Primordial Power is depleted, would pass out from spiritual exhaustion after just an hour of relying on their Spiritual Power. Yet you’ve managed to last for four hours and are only now showing signs of fatigue. And the more you consume, the greater the strain. By my calculations, your capacity is already approaching that of a Martial Venerable. Without a High-tier Spiritual Technique, it just doesn’t make sense."

Seeing Dilaka’s utter disbelief, Mu Chen felt a bit exasperated. "Actually," he said, "three years ago, I accidentally entered a strange space called the Senluo Tomb. Inside, I encountered a strange mirror. The moment I saw it, I suddenly fainted for some reason. When I woke up, I found I was back in the Outer Realm without a single scratch on me. However, my Spiritual Power realm had regressed from the Middle Stage of the Kan Realm to the Early Stage of the Li Realm."

"I initially thought my Spiritual Power had degenerated because of that mirror, but when I used my Spiritual Power to probe my surroundings, I was surprised to find that its range had actually increased instead of decreased. To this day, I still don’t understand what happened back then. I wonder if you’ve ever heard of such a thing, Teacher?"

Hearing this, Dilaka’s eyes filled with thought. He murmured, "Strange... very strange... Wait. Mu Chen, what was the full name of the master of that Senluo Tomb you mentioned?"

Mu Chen paused, pretending to think. "I think it was... Ma Senluo... no, that’s not right. I think the name had four syllables. Anyway, it was something like Ma Senluo."

Bullshitting is a common tool in social interaction, and playing dumb is just as important. Mu Chen was currently doing both.

"What Ma Senluo?" Dilaka cried out, stopping abruptly in mid-air. He grabbed Mu Chen’s shoulders. "Sima Senluo! Was that the name?"

Mu Chen was inwardly shocked. ’Looks like this Sima Senluo was once incredibly famous across the entire continent.’ He nodded and said, "I think that was it!"

"Then I understand," said Dilaka. "That man was once the Patriarch of the Ninghun Family, a Spirit Family. His talent for understanding Spiritual Power was unparalleled. He created his own High-tier Peak Spiritual Technique, Forest of Myriad Manifestations, and was famous for a time. But in the end, for some unknown reason, Sima Senluo vanished overnight, taking the Forest of Myriad Manifestations with him. To this day, no one knows his whereabouts, and that Cultivation Technique disappeared without a trace. As for the mirror you mentioned, that must be the Ninghun Family’s greatest treasure, the Soul Concentration Mirror. Legend has it that the Soul Concentration Mirror can compress and refine a person’s Spiritual Power, so what happened to you was likely its doing."

"So that’s why your Spiritual Power is different from an ordinary person’s?" Dilaka stroked his beard, nodding to himself. "That must be it. Still, your luck is a little too good. So good that even I’m a bit envious."

"Well, that’s enough of that. We’ve reached a point where we can use Spatial Transmission. Mu Chen, relax. I’ll take you the rest of the way."

As he spoke, Dilaka formed a Sword Point with his fingers and swiped through the air. A Spatial Rift, over a hundred meters long, suddenly tore open...