Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Luoshui Lake.

The rising sun shone upon the lake’s surface, and as the mist gradually thinned, the sun slowly ascended, causing the temperature between heaven and earth to steadily increase.

On the lake’s shore, the silhouette of fishing boats had already appeared.

The fishermen were starting their day’s work.

If one lives by the mountains, one depends on them; if one lives by the water, one relies on it.

The people living by the shore depended on the Luoshui Lake’s rich water resources for their livelihood.

Just then.

A wave suddenly exploded in the distance across the lake surface.

"There’s a big fish!!" someone on a fishing boat exclaimed, and following the sound, they looked over to see a figure standing on the lake’s surface after the wave exploded.

The figure stood suspended on the lake, tall and slender, with crystalline water droplets slowly falling from mid-air.

"That’s a... person!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Jiang Ning stood on the lake, opened his own panel.

[Source Points]: 167.3

Looking at the accumulation in the Source Energy Points section of the panel, he nodded with satisfaction.

The lake was rich in Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, albeit of ordinary quality, but their sheer quantity allowed him to accrue over a hundred Source Points.

With these over a hundred Source Points, he could consider breakthroughs in his cultivation techniques and skills.

"But there’s no rush; the accumulation of cultivation technique experience value is not an overnight achievement. Even though my achievement of the Primordial Spirit has increased the efficiency of my martial arts experience value, it still requires time! For now, there are other matters to address!"

He turned his head to look into the distance.

It was the direction where he had previously sensed the Blood and Flesh God.

He shared a form of authority with the Blood and Flesh God, ensuring there would be a confrontation.

Previously, his strength was inadequate, without sufficient confidence to defeat the resurrected God.

Additionally, it was challenging to find the usual dwelling place of the Blood and Flesh God; understanding this matter is not simple.

This time is different.

Upon achieving the Primordial Spirit, the greatest enhancement was not to his strength but to his perception of the world.

The world, in his mind now, was far less vast and endless than before.

Instead, it shrunk considerably.

Especially when existing in the Primordial Spirit state, the world appeared a hundredfold smaller in his eyes, like a pool, across Great Xia from north to south, he could traverse in tens of breaths.

Even with the physical body, the required speed was only tenfold more.

His sensing was no longer reliant on the ordinary five senses to perceive the world but depended on the Primordial Spirit.

The acute perception of the Primordial Spirit allowed him to feel the unusual auras from afar.

"Blood and Flesh God, it’s time!" Jiang Ning murmured, looking southwest.

In the next moment.

Under the astonished gaze of the fishermen.

Jiang Ning instantly transformed into a dazzling black-and-white Escape Light and soared upward.

The Escape Light pierced the sky, barely appearing in the fishermen’s view, and formed a perfect arc in the distant sky.

In that instant, there was practically no transition time, nor did it stir any movement or sound, as if the black-and-white parabola had always existed.

The speed was so fast, completely beyond rational understanding.

On the fishing boats, the fishermen only felt a blur before them, and the figure standing suspended on the lake had disappeared, leaving only a black-and-white rainbow across the sky.

"Immortal... Immortal!!" An old fisherman thumped down on his knees at the bow, repeatedly kowtowing in the direction Jiang Ning departed.

Other fishermen followed suit, and the lake surface was soon dotted with kneeling figures.

However, Jiang Ning was already hundreds of miles away, completely deaf to these mortal exclamations and worship.

The Yin Yang Escape Light carried him akin to a stream of light cutting through the sky, completely exceeding the visual dynamism’s capture.

Anyone seeing the black-and-white rainbow at that moment would find it had spanned across the northeastern and southwestern sky.

Connecting the ends of the horizon, it resembled the straightest of cords.

Mountains, rivers, earth, and all things were stacked like fleeting shadows under Jiang Ning’s perception.

Previously, he couldn’t handle such intense information flow, but now he managed easily.

Time seemed to slow as his thoughts raced.

The mountains and the earth, just like streaming light, retreated.

In mere moments, following that aura, Jiang Ning halted above a remote small city embraced by mountains.

The city was small, only half the size of Luoshui County.

He hovered thousands of miles high, gazing below.

The city had low-rise buildings and narrow streets; it was early morning, and smoke curled upwards as the city’s residents began their day’s work; the market gradually grew lively.

On the surface, it seemed no different from any ordinary border town.

But to Jiang Ning’s Primordial Spirit sense, the small city exuded an indefinable eeriness.

Life energies within the city were unevenly distributed.

Most areas had thin life auras, except near the central square, where an unusual concentration of life fluctuations gathered disproportionately.

In those fluctuations, a familiar yet distasteful aura mixed.

It was the aura of the God Worship Sect, the aura of the Blood and Flesh God invading the body.

Moreover, beneath the central square, a vast and profound energy was slowly surging, akin to a small-scale Spirit Vein, but its nature differed wildly from nature’s spiritual energy—filled with bloodthirst, madness, swallowing nature.

"Found it." Jiang Ning’s gaze cooled.

Without hesitation, his form transformed into a stream of light, diving towards the central square.

His speed was so fast that in ordinary people’s eyes, it was no more than a blurred black-and-white shadow sweeping across the sky.

Most city folk continued their labor with heads down, and even those who glanced upwards thought it merely a bird in flight and paid it no mind.