Qi Awakening Ritual
"Does that mean the Martial Dao side is also strong in this version?" Fu Li looked at himself.
"That's not necessarily true." Song Shige's voice was somewhat faint in the morning breeze.
"Martial Will and artistic conception are not necessarily related, only somewhat similar. One is an internal belief and the practice of one's own path, the other is Resonance heaven and earth, a gift from the world. It will take time to develop both."
He paused, as if considering his words. "And it's as if Survivors from other systems can't understand it; it's just that Martial Dao are extremely emphasized in it."
Martial Will will to comprehend the so-called "artistic conception" of this world is like straining to defecate due to constipation, relying on gravity and one's own efforts to seek transcendence.
"Alright, alright, I don't understand any of this... If this is the right path, then I wish you success; if it's the wrong one, then I wish you a pleasant streaking experience."
Fu Li said he didn't understand a bit. He understood some of the concept of individual will, but the concept of artistic conception was too profound.
"Set off? I've decided to abandon the seventy-three beautiful ladies I've been trying to win over these past half-day and head to the Central Land to find an even better gigolo. I think this Dieyi Daojun is quite suitable."
Fu Li had already learned in advance that among so many Golden Core Dao Lords, only Dieyi Daojun's Daoist temple could be described as a peerless wonder of the mortal world.
I heard it's a truly blessed place.
"Let's go... there's something going on over there."
Just as the two were about to leave, a violent explosion occurred in a distant city!
The ground shook, the soil beneath our feet trembled, and tiny pebbles bounced off the ground. A terrifying shockwave Diffusion outwards from the epicenter, breaking trees, collapsing houses, and sending sand and stones flying wherever it passed.
A mushroom cloud bloomed in mid-air, its top grayish-white and its base black, like a flower growing from hell. Some tingling sensations landed on Fu Li.
"Nuclear, nuclear bomb?!"
A nuclear bomb exploded in a remote city in the Western Extremity of the world during the cultivation era.
Song Shige also narrowed his eyes.
He saw, right at the center of the explosion, a charred human figure, appearing and disappearing, like a god or demon.
The light of day had completely banished the night sky, and the dawn fell upon the Azure Cloud Sect, illuminating the severed limbs and congealed blood.
Corpses lay on the bluestone steps, severed fingers were stuffed into the cracks in the stones, and human heads rolled in the grass; countless lives had been lost.
If those who come after are fortunate, they may be able to find good fortune.
Last night, both the Inner Sect and Outer Sects witnessed an extremely bloody massacre, making it hard to believe that this is an Immortal Sect with the Violet Palace Mansion guarding it.
The Outer Sect was slaughtered by an unknown master, with nearly half of the disciples dying out of nowhere. Blood flowed like a river, and corpses piled up like mountains.
The inner sect's Qingyun True Person was nearing the end of his lifespan. He slaughtered most of the Foundation Establishment elders and their families within the sect, then grabbed the remaining outer sect disciples, refined them into a blood pill, and departed with heavenly might.
Qingyun Zhenren only realized that Killing a crime after leaving the Azure Cloud Sect.
With such devastation, the destruction of the Azure Cloud Sect was inevitable. The remaining Inner Sect disciples were too terrified to come out, and no one dared to step forward to take charge of the situation.
A mountain peak located in the center of the sect.
Su Luo on a flattened rock, surrounded by scattered fragments of spiritual materials, Spirit Stone powder, and several unidentified tools.
He has already increased his Attributes to twenty, and is now consuming spiritual materials to cultivate and adjust his Lower-Tier Heartfire Body, much like refining an elixir.
Meanwhile, Su Luo would occasionally check on Cang Yue, who had fallen into a coma due to lack of oxygen, to make sure that his strength had not changed.
This guy's ability is damage reflection, returning damage at a high rate!
After Su Luo's short period of testing, the reflected damage was approximately 954 times, close to Thousandfold Rebound!
When Su Luo encountered this guy in the previous era, she kicked him, and he flew out of the air, while Su Luo's own body exploded on the spot.
It's fair to say that unless Survivor's stats are hundreds of times higher than his, it's very difficult to engage him in a conventional battle.
It develops very quickly, making it an extremely sinister creature.
Fortunately, he was captured by Su Luo before he could grow up in this era.
Su Luo sat cross-legged on a blue stone on a side peak of the Azure Cloud Sect. In front of her was Cang Yue's prison. She drew her fingers in the Void, and a rope, like a spider silk, pierced through the gaps in the prison, binding Cang Yue in a Tortoise Shell style.
During her first Continued Battle, Su Luo encountered a Survivor with the Talent [Damage Transfer], and she regretted that she didn't have the means to craft him into a shield.
Now, Cang Yue, who possessed Thousandfold Rebound, was in his hands and had been punched numb, with his teammates nearby.
In the cage next to him, Young Lord lay on the ground, his organs all empty, his chest and abdomen collapsed, like a rag doll whose stuffing had been removed.
Su Luo extracted her soul Soul Search, but could only find half a day's worth of memories from this era. The rest of her memories were locked in her Essence, high above the "cloth" covering that layer of the Dungeon.
No matter how fast he recovers, without a mechanism to control his twenty Attributes, he can't possibly affect the Survivor Essence of others who have at least twenty-five Attributes and are among the best of the best.
"The Talent is to gain rewards from burying corpses... It seems alright, it's a good character for leveling up, but unfortunately it fell into my hands because I level up even faster."
Su Luo carefully arranged Young Lord's emptied body, then cast a beam of Spiritual Light to ensure her soul did not perish. Standing beside her, she looked at it and thought it resembled a boiled chicken.
"Sigh, these two are truly a pair of star-crossed lovers."
He took out several jade slips from his sleeve, which contained the methods for refining puppets and magical treasures from the Azure Cloud Sect. He placed the jade slips on his forehead, probed them with his divine sense, and Runes and incantations flowed into his consciousness like water.
Until eight o'clock in the morning.
The morning light streamed in completely from the eastern mountain ridge, turning the ruins of the Azure Cloud Sect into a ghastly white.
Su Luo stood up, dusted off her robes, and walked towards the jade platform beside her.
The Qi Awakening Altar lies atop the green mountain, all alone. A cold mountain wind, carrying the scent of blood, sweeps through the pine trees, rustling the pine needles.
A Daoist priest in a plain robe stood beside the jade altar, his aura serene and detached, as if he were untouched by worldly affairs.
"This way, please, Master," said the monk presiding over the Qi Awakening Ritual.
Su Luo then looked at him carefully.
As a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, and knowing his strength, this cultivator showed no panic or fear. Upon learning of the massacre of his sect, he remained calm and composed, showing no extra emotional fluctuations, as if he were born with a poker face.
Su Luo could only attribute it to the special nature of the Qi Awakening Ritual. Following the cultivator's guidance, she sat down in the center of the jade altar, waiting for the spirit to be awakened.
The monk closed his eyes to rest, making no unnecessary movements.
After a long while, ancient and profound Daoist sounds spread out softly, rising from nowhere, ethereal and far-reaching.