Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 62 Martial Arts Realm 9

Lu Ming stood still, his blood and qi surging like rivers and seas, and his body, which was at the Great Perfection of the Body Tempering Realm, faintly glowed with a mysterious yellow light.

The Xuanhuang Shenzang at the Tanzhong acupoint trembled slightly, and the primordial power of the first opening of the nine viscera flowed endlessly in the meridians.

After countless battles, his skills had become rusty. The sword techniques, movement methods, and true energy of "Xuanwu True Skill" had become perfectly integrated. The Qingping sword intent merged with the martial arts, and his physical body was initially formed.

The phantom of Martial Ancestor Pan Yi gazed at him as if admiring a piece of uncut jade.

The pressure of the Ancestral Realm quietly spread, and the rampant power of nothingness around them receded like a tide, even the spatial turbulence froze.

The Martial Ancestor's blurred face revealed approval, and even more so, a sense of relief that transcended eternity.

He raised his hand and pointed to the huge golden fragment beside Lu Ming. The fragment hummed and trembled, its celestial light soaring into the sky. Ancient immortal script flowed on its surface, and its overwhelming pressure caused the void to distort slightly.

"You have successfully completed your body tempering and opened the Xuanhuang Cave. You have entered the path of martial arts," the Martial Ancestor praised.

"I created the martial arts, which are divided into nine realms. Each realm unlocks a divine treasure, and when all nine treasures are fully opened, the physical body transforms into heaven and earth."

"These nine realms are: Body Tempering, Five Qi and Three Flowers, Celestial Being, Immortal Platform, Heavenly Connection, Birth and Death, Knowing Fate, Defying Fate, and Sainthood."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lu Ming, and said, "The third realm, the Celestial Realm, allows one to initially draw upon the power of heaven and earth."

The Four Realms Immortal Platform contains immortal power within the physical body. If the immortal realm still exists, one can ascend to immortality from this realm.

The Five Realms connect to the heavens, combat skills merge with the Dao, and one's Qi governs the universe.

The six realms are subject to birth and death, yet one can be reborn from a drop of blood; one is neither dead nor indestructible.

The seventh realm reveals one's destiny, allowing one to glimpse the trajectory of fate and attain enlightenment.

The Eight Realms of Reversing Fate is a major tribulation in martial arts, and also a major realm. After breaking through the realm, one can defy the fate of heaven and earth, change the entanglements of cause and effect, and determine the general trend of the universe.

The Nine Realms of Sacred Realm, where sacred power covers the body and resonates with the Dao.

"As for the Ancestral Realm, only a Creator can reach it. The Ancestral Realm is a self-contained realm, where one's body becomes part of heaven and earth, transcending eras."

"The nine internal organs of the human body are the fundamental hubs of creation of heaven and earth condensed in the physical body. They correspond one by one with the nine realms of martial arts. Each realm opens one organ, and the organs are interconnected."

The Martial Ancestor raised his hand, and nine mysterious patterns appeared in the void.

"Body tempering opens the Xuanhuang, Five Qi and Three Flowers open the Zifu, Heaven and Man open the Xuanji, Immortal Platform open the Yunhan, Connecting Heaven opens the Zhan Gang, Birth and Death open the Cangming, Knowing Destiny opens Qiankun, Defying Destiny opens Taiwei, Saint Realm opens Chaos."

"The Xuanhuang Treasury you have now opened is the foundation of the Nine Treasurys, containing the primordial Xuanhuang energy at the beginning of heaven and earth. The toughness of your physical body far surpasses that of others in the same realm, and it is just right to withstand the power of this immortal sword fragment being forged."

Lu Ming lowered his head and concentrated, the warmth within his Tanzhong acupoint growing stronger. He gazed at the fragment brimming with immortal charm, listening as the Martial Ancestor continued:

"This item is a fragment of a shattered immortal sword from the Immortal Ancient Era. It contains the ancient immortal laws and the power of the immortal realm's origin, making it extraordinary."

Even I cannot know its origin; its master must be a powerful being from the immortal realm far surpassing me.

You have just reached the Foundation Establishment stage. If you use this as a foundation, you can forge an unparalleled foundation that surpasses both ancient and modern times.

Even a celestial being in the mortal realm would be unable to refine it if it were outside.

You came to this depths of nothingness with this fragment; it is all due to fate.

The Martial Ancestor's gaze was solemn: "Today I will assist you in refining this object and forging it into your Dao foundation. However, the process will be a thousand times more perilous than body tempering. Do you dare to accept?"

Lu Ming bowed deeply, his voice resounding like iron: "This disciple seeks the Dao, and even if I am shattered to pieces, I will have no regrets!"

At that time, in the mortal realm beyond the void, nearly thirty years had quietly passed.

The entrance to the Immortal Relic Land has long been closed. Of the fifty disciples who entered back then, only Lu Ming is missing; the rest have all returned home.

Some people seize the opportunity in the secret realm and become famous overnight, while others regretfully miss the opportunity and remain in obscurity.

Many more have shed their naivety with the passage of time and established themselves firmly within the inner circle of the Taoist Academy.

Only Lu Ming's name, over time, has become the deepest obsession in the hearts of his relatives and friends, never fading from memory.

At the Tianyan Peak Cloud Viewing Platform, Chu Tian stood alone on the cliff edge, the sea of ​​clouds surging and overflowing over his shoulders, while he rubbed an old storage bag in his hand.

The bag contained healing pills prepared for Lu Ming years ago, which had accumulated layers of dust over the past thirty years and could never be given away.

His brows were furrowed with worry as he gazed in the direction of the Qingzhou battlefield and murmured, "Junior Brother, nearly thirty years have passed, and your life tablet has still not been extinguished. Where is it?"

As the population within the peak dwindled and the war between the Dayan Immortal Dynasty and the Zichen Palace of the Lihen Heaven Palace intensified, the burden on his shoulders had long since become as heavy as Mount Tai.

At Baicaofeng, Hu Zhen stood gracefully, her gentle demeanor carrying a touch of maturity.

She bent down to tend to a chamomile orchid, its green leaves lush and its flowers never withered, yet there was no sign of anything unusual.

This is a spiritual plant that was found for Lu Ming nearly thirty years ago. Legend has it that it can sense the safety of people far away.

She kept glancing unconsciously at the smoke of war in Qingzhou, silently praying in her heart, "Lu Ming, may you be well."

In Qingzhou, outside the gates of the Zichen Palace, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood stretched for miles.

This is the core branch hall of the Lihentian Palace in Qingzhou, and also a crucial point for the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty's army in its conquests.

The Daoist academy wholeheartedly supported the Immortal Dynasty, and countless disciples descended the mountain to join the Immortal Dynasty's army. Qin Feiyu was among the vanguard.

He was no longer the naive disciple of Yanwu Peak; his bronze skin was covered with old and new scars, and his burly body stood at the forefront of the battle formation.

His spear, stained with blood, gleamed coldly at the tip, reflecting the brutality of the battlefield.

When he learned that Lu Ming had been forced into a spatial rift by Ning Hanchuan, a disciple of the Lihentian Palace, and that he had disappeared without a trace, he resolutely joined the army.

Throughout his thirty years of conquest, he fought every battle with unwavering courage and valor.

Every time he charged into battle, he was thinking of seeking justice for his childhood friend who had fought alongside him in Qinghe Village and Yunmengze.

Gasping for breath on the battlefield, he wiped the blood from his face, his voice hoarse yet filled with overwhelming rage: "Lu Ming! You bastard! I'll kill all these scum for you!"

As the roar subsided, the clang of metal on the battlefield continued.

He could never believe that his brother, with whom he had stolen wild fruits and studied under the same master since childhood, and who had been willing to sacrifice himself for each other in the Yunmeng Marsh, would simply vanish into the void.

In the depths of nothingness, Lu Ming knew nothing about the mortal realm.

He bowed deeply to the Martial Ancestor: "This disciple is willing to inherit this foundation of the Dao, seeking only the Great Dao, and will not fail the trust placed in me by my predecessors!"

"good!"

As the word fell, the illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor suddenly unleashed an earth-shattering pressure of the Ancestral Realm.

Hundreds of millions of golden martial arts battle patterns appeared around him, which were the lingering charm of his battle spirit that had guarded an era alone.

As the battle patterns flowed, a colossal furnace, ten thousand feet tall, materialized in the void—its body was engraved with patterns representing the Nine Realms and the Nine Treasures.

The ancestral essence transformed into blazing golden flames, engulfing Lu Ming and the fragments of the immortal sword. This was the Martial Ancestor's supreme treasure, the Qiankun Furnace.

"Buzz—!"

The golden immortal sword fragments were locked by the Qiankun Furnace, and suddenly burst out with dazzling immortal light, like a galaxy pouring in reverse. As ancient immortal script flowed, ancient immortal paths cut in all directions like sharp blades.

If it weren't for the Qiankun Furnace suppressing it, the surrounding void would have already shattered into pieces.

With a flick of his finger, the Martial Ancestor unleashed his Ancestral Realm Martial Will, which transformed into an invisible giant hammer, forcefully striking the fragments.

Each strike produced a deafening roar, and the fragments slowly shrank amidst the hammering and the stirring of immortal energy, with countless ancient fragments transforming into golden mist.

"Concentrate your mind and guard your heart! Draw your Qi into harmony!" The Martial Ancestor's shout was like heavenly music, reaching directly to Lu Ming's spiritual platform.

At the same time, a faint golden light seeped from the inner wall of the Qiankun Martial Furnace, enveloping Lu Ming and forming an indestructible protective shield.

Lu Ming gritted his teeth and activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and the Xuanwu True Technique, simultaneously circulating martial arts true qi and Daoist spiritual power within his dantian.

The two forces were originally distinct, but now they were forced to merge by the immortal light and the will of the ancestral realm. As soon as they touched, it was like a thunderbolt striking the earth, exploding within their bodies!

"Pfft!" Blood spilled from Lu Ming's throat, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on his body. The repulsive force of true qi and spiritual power made his meridians feel like they were about to burst, and his dantian and sea of ​​qi were in waves of pain. If it weren't for the golden light of the Ancestral Realm protecting him, his physical body would have been torn apart by this force long ago.

"Use your intention to control your Qi, and use your hidden power to merge with your strength! Open the Xuanhuang Hidden!" Martial Ancestor shouted, and a wisp of ancestral essence pierced straight into Lu Ming's Tanzhong acupoint.

Suddenly, the Xuanhuang Cang burst forth with a dense, mysterious yellow light. A pillar of primordial energy shot straight from the Tanzhong point to the Dantian. The Xuanhuang primordial energy enveloped the conflicting true qi and spiritual power, forcibly binding the two together.

With the steely will honed through countless battles, Lu Ming guarded his mind and guided his two energies to slowly rotate under the embrace of the Xuanhuang Yuanqi.

From the initial fierce clashes, to the gradual mutual penetration, and finally to the complete fusion.

A mysterious energy, blending martial arts true qi and immortal spiritual power, was born from the dantian. The Martial Ancestor named it Xuan Yuan Zhen Qi. This qi combines strength and gentleness, and is inexhaustible.

As the two energies merged and settled, the fragments of the immortal sword were hammered into a golden rainbow by the giant hammer of the Ancestral Realm, which pierced straight into Lu Ming's dantian!

"Ugh—ah!"