Heavenly Prodigy Assembly (16)

Bang!

Xiao Lang, battered and barely recognizable, was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground. Yang Xuanwu stood firm, spear in hand, and did not pursue him further.

An invisible force descended from the sky, sending Xiao Lang out of the Formation barrier. In the end, the battle ended with Yang Xuanwu's victory.

"Apertures..." Yang Xuanwu's eyes narrowed slightly. After this battle, his interest in Martial Dao had only grown stronger.

The Four Symbols Saint Body cultivates the four primordial elements of earth, Earthfire, water, and wind. Its offensive power can be transformed into the Annihilation Power that annihilates everything, while its defensive power can be transformed into the Power of Creation that heals injuries. Its potential is limitless, and its uses are endless.

Previously, Yang Xuanwu primarily used the Annihilation Power to fight his enemies, only using the Power of Creation when he was severely injured.

The discovery of Martial Dao Apertures allowed him to find deeper uses for the Power of Creation, enabling him to open up even more Apertures.

In the Qiongqi Realm Martial Dao Human Immortal System, after cultivating to the Aperture Opening Realm, one needs to open up all the Apertures hidden within the body.

Depending on factors such as the quality of the Cultivation Method, individual physique, and the abundance of resources, the number and location of Apertures opened by each person are different.

According to the "Martial Scripture", the human body has 129,600 Apertures. However, in reality, if one can open 73 Apertures in the Aperture Opening Realm, one can begin to break through to the Aperture Unification realm.

The division of the Qiongqi Realm into the Aperture Opening Realm is quite unique.

The opening of one to eighteen Apertures represents the Aperture Opening Early Stage.

Opening up Nineteen to thirty-six Apertures signifies the Aperture Opening Middle Stage realm.

Opening up thirty-seven to seventy-two Apertures signifies the Aperture Opening Late Stage.

Opening up more than seventy-three Apertures signifies the Aperture Opening Great Perfection. At this stage, one can Aperture Unification at any time to break through to a higher realm.

In other words, the combat power range of Martial Dao cultivators at the Aperture Opening Great Perfection Realm is extremely large.

The difference between 730,000 and 129,600 Apertures is terrifying, as one can imagine.

It's likely that the latter could kill the former with a single breath.

Of course, it's almost impossible to open up so many Apertures.

Or rather, it's impossible within the realm of Apertures.

Resources, aptitude, willpower, Martial Dao comprehension, lifespan... all these limitations combined make those who can open hundreds of Apertures at the Great Perfection of Apertures a true genius.

Martial Dao prodigy like Xiao Lang will likely break through with nearly two hundred Apertures in his cultivation in the future.

The more acupoints Aperture Opening in the Apertures Realm, the greater the pressure of cultivation upon reaching the Aperture Unification Realm. However, after successfully Aperture Unification, one's combat power becomes even stronger.

Imagine the difference in power between combining one hundred Apertures and combining two hundred Apertures; the difference is enormous.

It is worth mentioning that in the Martial Dao lineage, it is not only the Aperture Opening Realm that allows the opening of Apertures; one can continue to open Apertures at the later stages of Aperture Unification, Yang God, and even Grotto Heaven Realm.

However, at that time, the difficulty of "Aperture Opening the hang of it" will increase dramatically.

Therefore, almost all Martial Dao cultivators in the Qiongqi Realm strive to open up as many Apertures as possible at the Aperture Opening Realm.

On the dark earth, Yang Xuanwu sat cross-legged, pondering his Immortal-Martial Path.

Time flies by, and before we knew it, we had reached the quarterfinals.

Golden light surged forth, and tens of thousands of profound Sanskrit characters emerged from the Great Vajra Mount Sumeru Formation, resembling countless tiny golden dragons that swam continuously, sacred and solemn.

Finally, the Formation shifted and transformed into four extremely spacious fighting arenas.

Yang Xuanwu stood up and looked at his opponent, who was several hundred feet away.

With a human body and a bird's head, and two wings on its back, lightning and Wind Blades flowed on the constantly flapping wings without any repulsion, blending in perfectly.

A powerful, cyan-blue Blood Qi emanated from his body, giving off a feeling that was both sharp and profound.

In a daze, Yang Xuanwu seemed to see a Wind-Thunder Griffin with a wingspan of a hundred feet, its wings spread wide, looking down from the sky and coldly staring at him. The Wind-Thunder Power in the eagle's eyes was almost overflowing and turning into a world-destroying raging storm.

"The Divine Wind Clan, Pure-Blood Royal Clan!" Yang Xuanwu's heart stirred slightly. This time, the Divine Wind Clan only sent two Pure-Blood Royal Clan to participate in the Heavenly Prodigy Assembly.

One of them has already won the Champion once.

Yang Xuanwu faced the second opponent, Pure-Blood Royal Clan of the Divine Wind Clan at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, whose formidable aptitude was no weaker than that of the Human Race's Innate Sacred Body.

"Human Race!" Feng Lin narrowed his eyes. Like other Divine Wind Clan, he disliked Human Race, especially Human Race geniuses.

"Battle begins!"

With a command from Venerable Di Fan, the battle officially began.

A fierce battle erupted instantly across the four arenas.

"Bah!"

The eagle's cry, soaring through the clouds, echoed across the sky like lightning and Lei Ming. The Divine Wind Clan was especially adept at speed, let alone the Pure-Blood Royal Clan among them.

The moment the battle began, Feng Lin's wings suddenly flapped, transforming into a streak of blue light that rapidly approached Yang Xuanwu.

The latter, however, showed no intention of launching an offensive.

Yang Xuanwu understood perfectly well that in terms of speed, he was absolutely no match for the Pureblood Divine Wind Clan before him.

Therefore, it's better to take the initiative and expose weaknesses.

It is better to remain still and wait for the opportune moment, to remain unmoved no matter what the winds blow from all directions.

Boom!!

Thunderbolts crashed down from the heavens, and in an instant, Yang Xuanwu was engulfed by a dense barrage of Thunder. The ferocity of such an attack would have severely injured even Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator.

"As expected of the King of the Divine Wind Clan!" Yang Xuanwu uttered a soft shout, and the phantom of the Xuanwu Divine Beast appeared behind him.

The Tortoise and Serpent Coiling, their four hooves supporting the sky, protecting Yang Xuanwu beneath them.

Thunder fell from the sky like a vast ocean tsunami, but they canceled each other out with the Xuanming Qi. For a moment, not a single bolt of Thunder could break through the Xuanwu Divine Beast's defenses.

Seeing this, Feng Lin's eyes changed slightly. Realizing how troublesome the guy below was, he stopped probing and used his full strength directly.

"Divine Wind World-Breaking Spear!"

Buzz!!

As Feng Lin made his move, a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged in from all directions, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and rapidly condensed into a hundred-foot-long spear in front of him.

It uses the power of Storms as its spear shaft and the power of Thunder as its spear tip; the moment it is formed, endless sounds of wind and thunder explode in one's ears.

Then, with a single throw from Feng Lin, it transformed into a beam of azure-blue divine light that stretched across the earth, piercing straight towards Yang Xuanwu.

Boom!!

A thunderclap suddenly erupted on the earth, and the violent Wind-Thunder Power instantly pierced through the ground, annihilating countless soil and sand into dust particles indistinguishable to the naked eye, which drifted in mid-air.

Such a terrifying attack is not something that Nascent Soul Middle Stage realm could unleash. If an ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator were to be hit like this, they would probably be reduced to ashes on the spot.

However, Feng Lin, who had unleashed such a terrifying attack, showed no joy in his eyes. Instead, his heart tightened as if it were being squeezed tightly, and a strong sense of crisis surged through his defenses like a tidal wave.