Myriad Forms Origin

Ye Qinghe looked at Ning Qi and froze on the spot.

Ning Qi had, at some point, already closed his eyes. His hands hung at his sides, his posture extraordinarily relaxed, yet there seemed to be some strange charm contained within it. The slanting afterglow of sunset fell over Ning Qi, and the child's figure actually carried a faint sense of holiness.

"Could Junior Brother be in sudden enlightenment?"

Ye Qinghe was startled, then overjoyed.

She had once heard her master, Dragon Mountain Daoist, speak of this miraculous state. If one could enter sudden enlightenment, it was like having Divine Aid; the doubts and difficulties one had been unable to think through in the past would all split apart like bamboo before a blade. This was a supreme opportunity. Some people could not enter the realm of sudden enlightenment even once in their entire lives.

"Junior Brother is only four years old, yet he can enter sudden enlightenment once. What incredible Comprehension!"

Ye Qinghe felt somewhat envious, and somewhat admiring.

They had both seen the strange scene before them, yet she herself had not felt the slightest thing. This was the difference.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she was also a Genius through and through, but compared with Ning Qi, they were completely not on the same level.

But when she thought about how Ning Qi had already reached Bone Refinement after cultivating for only a year, she immediately felt relieved. What was there to compare with a monster like this?

She began to earnestly stand Protector for Ning Qi, lest his opportunity be disturbed.

Upon the Stone Platform.

Two people and one ape.

Ning Qi and White Ape both had their eyes closed, while Ye Qinghe focused all her attention on sensing their surroundings, lest any Exotic Beast appear.

At this moment.

Streaks of Spiritual Light came one after another in Ning Qi's mind.

All the things he had pondered over during this past year surged forth in an instant.

The stance arts he had read in the Scripture Pavilion, the places of heaven and earth and nature he had observed and comprehended, all emerged.

He had indeed understood.

But it was not entirely because of the strange scene of heaven and earth before him. That was only a trigger. His accumulation had already been sufficient, and today, accompanied by Ye Qinghe, he had verified the thoughts in his heart once more. Originally, he would have needed only some time to succeed.

Now, it had simply come early.

"Body Tempering Stance arts are, in essence, 'tempering the body with qi.' Bi'an Pile condenses Bi'an Qi, while True Martial Stance condenses True Dragon Qi. Bi'an is fierce and divine, and a true dragon is even more majestic and noble. They count as powerful kinds among the myriad forms of heaven and earth. The 'qi' condensed by imitating such beings is naturally even stronger, so the body-tempering effect is excellent."

"But the secrets of the human body are endless. Even True Dragon Qi may not be entirely good. In some places, it may produce an excellent effect, but in others, its effect might instead be inferior to other things."

"The best method is to guide according to the situation, change according to the flow, and use different 'forms' to temper different places. In this way, every part tempered can reach an extremely powerful effect."

"Thus... grasp the myriad forms of heaven and earth to temper the human body!"

All sorts of thoughts kept emerging in Ning Qi's mind, like a rope gradually stringing together the scattered Spiritual Light from before.

He began to move.

Under Ye Qinghe's astonished gaze.

Ning Qi still had his eyes closed.

But his hands had already opened into a stance.

His fists and feet were not fast, but they were powerful.

"Is Little Nine... practicing a stance art?"

Ye Qinghe was stunned.

With her eye, she could only tell that this was roughly a Body Tempering Stance art.

"But wasn't Little Nine practicing Bi'an Pile?"

She knew.

Her Junior Brother had heaven-gifted talent. Perhaps he had long since cultivated Bi'an Pile to an extremely deep and perfect realm. After all, when he had learned Chiwen Stance from her back then, the talent he displayed had been far too formidable.

But now, she could not understand this stance art.

It was clearly not Bi'an Pile.

There was no Bi'an Divine Will, not even the basic moves were the same. No strange phenomenon manifested, yet there was an indescribable charm to it.

Her eyes focused, and she observed even more earnestly.

As she watched.

Ye Qinghe's pupils gradually widened.

In her eyes, Ning Qi's figure slowly disappeared.

She seemed to see a river, a mountain, a cloud, a wisp of wind, and also seemed to see a tiger roaring and a dragon bellowing, a wolf attacking and an eagle crying.

Mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, dragons and tigers, eagles and wolves...

Ye Qinghe could not understand it, but she was deeply shaken.

She rubbed her eyes hard, and then discovered that all those scenes had vanished. Before her, Ning Qi was still throwing punches, his fist path still plain and unremarkable, but Ye Qinghe knew that this was likely an extraordinary stance art.

Perhaps it could rival Bi'an Pile.

As for surpassing it?

She did not dare imagine it. After all, the True Martial Nine Piles was the true foundational art of the True Martial Sect, created through the accumulated efforts of generation after generation. For her Junior Brother to have created a stance art comparable to it at just four years old was already astonishing beyond measure.

"Little Nine, this fellow... he's defying the heavens!"

At some point—

White Ape had already woken up.

Ye Qinghe heard the movement and looked over. After digesting that Red Fruit, White Ape's entire body had become even more snow-white, so white it seemed to glow, brimming with vitality. His hands, feet, brows, and eyes were all covered in white fur, even carrying a wondrous air. If not for the lively, sly look in his eyes, anyone who saw him might have thought he was an old ape who had attained the Dao.

White Ape was just about to roll around in excitement.

Ye Qinghe hurriedly gestured for silence.

He immediately saw Ning Qi in the distance, eyes closed as he practiced his punches, and intelligently stopped his movements to avoid disturbing him. The scene of Ning Qi smashing the Iron Arm Ape earlier had left an extremely deep impression on him.

Curiosity rose in his eyes, and like Ye Qinghe, he carefully observed Ning Qi's movements.

White Ape's lively eyes gradually widened.

In his line of sight, Ning Qi slowly disappeared, replaced by a Golden Monkey draped in a Daoist Robe. Between that Golden Monkey's fists and feet flowed some special charm, as though he were questioning the heavens about the Dao, leaving White Ape as if struck by Thunder, unable to resist following along and learning.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not learn it.

It was clearly only a simple, simple sequence of punches, yet when he performed it himself, it seemed incomparably out of place, even unbearably uncomfortable.

Watching the staggering White Ape, Ye Qinghe reminded him in a low voice, "Little monkey, this is a stance art that only the Human Race can learn. Don't force yourself to learn it. You'll get hurt."

White Ape froze, his face filled with utter disappointment.

But afterward—

He could not help looking toward Ning Qi's back again, his eyes filling with deep reverence and longing.

He kept feeling that this was different from anything he had seen before.

Ye Qinghe clicked her tongue in wonder inwardly.

It was both because of White Ape's spirituality and because of the marvel of Ning Qi's stance art, which had actually drawn even White Ape into wanting to learn it.

Finally.

Under the gazes of one person and one ape, Ning Qi slowly stopped moving.

He opened his eyes and found that he was only a fist's distance from the edge of the Stone Platform, but there was not the slightest panic in him. Though his eyes had been closed, he could "see the spirit" and sense his surroundings, so he would not have fallen off the cliff.

He had studied one hundred and thirty-two stance arts, comprehended the essence of stance arts, observed the myriad forms of heaven and earth and the scenery of the four seasons, then used the True Martial Stance as his foundation and smelted all myriad forms together. At this moment, he had finally attained understanding.

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth curved into a smile.

Myriad Forms Origin Stake.

This was the fruit of this Enlightenment.

The meaning of "myriad forms origin" carried his expectations. Right now, he had only glimpsed the myriad forms for the first time and perhaps could only obtain their outward appearance, but when his cultivation grew profound in the future, when he stood higher and saw farther, it might not be impossible for him to point straight to the origin.

Without a doubt.

This was a Supreme Level Stance. In Ning Qi's conception, it was much stronger than even a peerless-level stance art.

From here on.

Body Tempering was already a broad, open road.

Ning Qi could not help throwing back his head and laughing aloud.