Chapter 1226 - 718: Active Seeds, Pangu Hall, Storm Looming! (Part 3)
To develop Blue Star, it must steadily align itself with those high-level planets.
The two nodded and passed by each other.
Seviss Long also needed to train, as his opponents were, as he had mentioned to his sister earlier, anything but simple.
"If I stumble on this low-level planet and let Kort, that cursed dragon, find out, he’d mock me for a lifetime..."
...
Meanwhile, at the Meili Jian Embassy in Beijing.
In a large cultivation room, only a single shirtless African man was practicing boxing.
The man’s fists were gloved, and the gloves were specially designed, covering from the fingertips all the way to the scapula.
With fists clenched, they became one with the skin and bones, with sharp short spikes protruding from the fists, and crescent hooks at the elbows.
The strangely shaped gloves emitted a cold black light, indicative of their extraordinary quality.
"Hoo—"
With a single step, his figure flickered back and forth several times within the room.
His body technique was like a meteor’s illusion, and merely the wind noise from his movements was exaggerated enough to easily shatter an ordinary person’s eardrums.
Step, jab, disappear in a blink, and reappeared, his punches and kicks were as fast as lightning.
An elbow strike smashed out, leaving a black hole-like void hanging lonely in the air, slowly closing after a long time.
The African man trained silently, and every time his figure flickered, the entire cultivation room emitted a burdensome humming.
His every strike was exaggerated, and if it weren’t for the special material of the venue, it would cause a terrifying shockwave spanning hundreds of meters outside.
His punches and kicks seemed simple, but if any cultivator following the physical evolution path saw this, they would be in complete admiration!
The explosive kinetic energy of his movements almost completely converted into each punch and kick, making every strike terrifyingly powerful and deadly.
But the most frightening part was, this wasn’t the African man’s "ultimate technique," but his continuously performed "ordinary punches and kicks," integrated into his instincts like eating and drinking, requiring no thought or imagination.
Time slowly passed, and the silhouette gradually elongated.
As he was deeply immersed in cultivation, suddenly his expression shifted.
In a corner of the room, an old man suddenly stood, it was unknown how long he had been waiting, now deliberately releasing a slight energy presence to let him notice.
Colby halted his movements, turned to look at the old man, and respectfully said:
"Great Father God!"
"My proudest child, Colby, you are exceptional."
The old man, appearing as Seraph, smiled kindly, while a green seed appeared in his palm.
Facing Colby’s somewhat puzzled gaze, Seraph calmly stated:
"The Divine Power of [Active], I’m entrusting it to you, child, hoping you will guard the honor of Meili Jian at a critical moment.
Of course, I respect your decision, whether to use it or not is up to you."
Seraph understood Colby’s personality and said no more, instead integrating the [Active] into Colby’s body.
He then patted his head, and his figure dissipated in the room like a particle of light.
"Father God..."
Watching the departing figure of the Father God, Colby’s expression was incredibly complex.
He opened his hand, and the seed representing the Active Divine Power quietly reappeared, capturing his heart and spirit, allowing him to feel the immense life force stored within.
If it were to erupt within him, it would undoubtedly push his muscles to break through the current shackles, reaching an unimaginable state...
"I yearn for victory intensely and face challenges head-on; to win a fight, I’m willing to give everything, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ’cheat.’"
Colby wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned, and continued his frenzied honing of muscle cells and power fibers.
He seized the last moments.
Sprint!
"Someone has to win, so why can’t it be me?"
In Colby’s eyes, flames burned brightly and hotly.
...
At eleven at night, the hallway lights of the Global Martial Arts Association were still as bright as day.
Zhao Yingchun had just finished an extremely important internal meeting of Great Chu and was now walking down the stairs alone.
Upon reaching the sixth floor, he paused slightly.
A thoughtful gaze fell upon the cultivation room from which a faint wave of energy emanated.
Recalling that Meng Chuan was inside, he couldn’t help but smile contentedly:
"Everyone places their bets on Chen Zhiming, but I have faith in this kid..."
It wasn’t because of Meng Chuan’s hard work, to which he pinned great hope.
After all, which competitor reaching this stage hadn’t given their all?
It was because Zhao Yingchun understood Meng Chuan better, and also...
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Zhao Yingchun trusted Zhao Linyuan’s perspective and judgment.
How could someone he has high hopes for be ordinary?
It’s already surprising that Meng Chuan, with the cultivation of a Martial Arts Master, entered the top ten of this year’s World Youth Championships.
But Zhao Yingchun always felt that Meng Chuan’s potential was far beyond this.
...
Within the sanctuary.
Immersed in cultivation, Meng Chuan did not notice anyone passing by the entrance.
Because at this moment, he was not in the sanctuary...
The shell radiating personal energy sat in a lotus position, just an empty husk, for his soul had long gone into the Red Refining Banner.
The vast earth with surging energy waves, the human shadow surrounded by the scenery, like a blank page fiercely carved and torn by a black pen, burst with numerous deep cracks spreading everywhere.
After integrating with the lower rank [Soul Devouring], cultivating [End of the Void All Laws Vanished] became even more dramatic.
During the cultivation evolution process, Meng Chuan managed to restrain the external release of divine power most of the time.
However, each time a Grand Circulation finishes, transforming cosmic energy into Qi and Blood becomes a difficult-to-control key point...
But it’s okay.
With daily cultivation time filled, the Qi and Blood Value that could previously reach 100, now fluctuates between 110—120.
After integrating Soul Devouring, cultivation efficiency increased by about 10%, and since in the banner one can practice freely, Meng Chuan doesn’t mind this small "fault".
Moreover, with his mastery constantly improving, he’ll be able to restrain even more in the future, so it will be nothing.
Buzz——!
Meng Chuan’s body trembled, divine power erupted, and the wind and clouds in the sky stalled for a moment.
He suddenly stood up, his hands pressing virtually, and from all directions, Destruction Divine Power surged back, laced with red, as Soul Devouring operated within, all entering through his pores, fully retracted into the body.
Accompanying this process, a "whoosh" sound of Qi Blood surging directly emanated from the body; newborn Qi Blood transformed after cosmic energy entered the body.
"Whew——"
Exhaling a long breath, Meng Chuan introspected his body.
Today’s cultivation concluded, a star vein once again solidified.
Meng Chuan’s perception swept through, seeing the colorful star veins connected interior scenes and the sky like a celestial orbit; 120 in total plus 9 new ones.
"Perfectly well, only seventy more solidified star veins are needed to initiate the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top."
The martial arts realm breakthrough to the Fourth Limit is truly not far...
"Martial arts are my foundation, must further intensify..."
Meng Chuan pondered, yet had no means to further accelerate cultivation.
Soul Devouring has already been integrated; subsequent integration with [Judgement] will only slightly enhance the speed of Qi Blood extraction, unable to achieve a qualitative change.
Integrate more destruction laws?
It’s a method, but there aren’t many destruction laws available for him to borrow and study in the world.
Moreover, given his current mastery capability, even integrating Judgement is barely feasible, let alone others...
This thought concluded, Meng Chuan mused with a sigh:
"Martial arts are a path of silent accumulation; no shortcuts exist, no external aid can be borrowed, only through mindful polishing of Qi Blood, refining it day after day, can it gradually grow, which is the right way."
The power gained through arduous cultivation gives him a sense of reality and security, and it is this "plain" power, serving as his ballast, that ensures Meng Chuan’s peace of mind.
One must not harbor too much greed, Meng Chuan made his decision.
Must be patient.
Cultivation ended, adjusting breath somewhat.
With a shift of thought, his breath once again touched the Dharma Crown in the mirror.
At the moment [Transcendence] triggered, Meng Chuan stood atop Sumeru Mountain.
The shell from [North Jambu Continent], Meng Chuan had long moved here.
In the future, each arrival in the Dharma Realm will allow direct practice, saving time.
Each use of transcendence [Mortal Bindings] amazes Meng Chuan; he infinitely appreciates its wondrous traits, it’s simply incredible.
From his current perspective, the laws of Dao have paths to trace, yet the effects of traits directly disregard reason!
Each time he thinks of this, Meng Chuan must marvel at his favorable destiny.
With myriad traits bestowed, his path of cultivation is destined to be a supreme avenue...
Gathering stray thoughts, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged.
His shoulders under exaggerated pressure remained motionless, the whole person swiftly closed his eyes to meditate.
There are still significant tasks to do today!
Accumulated for twelve days, today especially for Limit Breaking the lower level Iron Body True Skill [Universal Elephant Body]!