Secluded Cultivation, Lost on the Other Shore?

After stepping into the Divine Bridge Realm, Li Qingxu did not awaken from his cultivation, continuing to absorb cosmic energy with tireless diligence.

This was far superior to the Shrouding the Heavens world; cosmic energy, akin to pure Source, was omnipresent here.

His Wheel Sea had undergone a transformation as well; previously the size of a palm, it had now expanded by an entire circle.

Inside the martial arts hall, Li Qingxu sat cross-legged on the floor, resembling a golden god of war.

Above his Wheel Sea, a brilliant radiance hung suspended, resembling a bridge.

The cells throughout his Sacred Body devoured the cosmic energy, and the resulting massive life essence surged into the Divine Bridge.

Time flowed by, and the sun and moon alternated outside the window.

The Divine Bridge spanning the sky above his Wheel Sea seemed intent on reaching the Other Shore.

Yet, at this very moment, his vision grew hazy, and he could no longer see anything, as if he had lost his way.

Is this the Calamity of Lost Direction again?

Li Qingxu stood upon the Divine Bridge, murmuring to himself.

This was the unique Calamity of Lost Direction that occurred when crossing from the Divine Bridge to the Other Shore.

The mysteries of the human body are endless; if a cultivator does not wish to be trapped in the Wheel Sea, they must cross it.

Only by cultivating Divine Meridians to span the Wheel Sea and lead to the Other Shore can one escape this predicament.

Yet, as the Divine Bridge grows and traverses the void, where exactly must it extend to reach the Other Shore?

Some spend their entire lives unable to see through the illusions, trapped at this end of the Divine Bridge, unable to cross the Wheel Sea—this is the Calamity of Lost Direction.

In the most severe cases, one's five senses are stripped away, spiritual perception is entirely lost, and they become a mindless, sensationless cripple.

Most people encounter fog blocking their path when crossing the Divine Bridge, unsure of where to go.

However, it is usually not severe; one can simply calm their heart to pass through, as it cannot truly obstruct them.

But Li Qingxu had not expected this, as his re-cultivation had been extremely smooth, without a single setback.

He had even felt internally that once the Divine Bridge was erected, he would reach the Other Shore directly.

He had not expected it to erupt only at this final moment.

Endless fog surged forth, his senses grew increasingly blurred, and the distracting thoughts buried deep in his heart bubbled up.

This calamity only questions the heart; having stepped into it, he had no path of retreat.

In a sense, while the Calamity of Lost Direction is a trial, surviving it baptizes both body and mind.

Furthermore, it awakens one's instinctive intuition, making the subconscious increasingly powerful, allowing one to see through illusions and point directly to the source.

At this moment, fog obscured all directions; he felt trapped in a cage, with only the Divine Bridge beneath his feet, unsure of where to traverse.

The Calamity of Lost Direction is known as a life-and-death test, and that is no empty claim; many heaven-gifted figures have emphasized this hurdle when looking back on their past.

"Where is the Other Shore?"

"The moment I take a step, the Other Shore is before me."

Li Qingxu's voice was calm, as if everything were exactly as it should be.

As his foot fell, the Golden Bitter Sea surged instantly, and ten thousand zhang of golden light transformed into a golden boulevard beneath his feet.

"Rumble!"

The clouds and mist churned, shattered by the golden boulevard; the world cleared, and everything lay before his eyes.

In a mere instant, the fog dissipated, his five senses returned—sharper than ever before—and a mysterious radiance enveloped him, as if he were receiving a baptism.

Above the Wheel Sea, the brilliant rainbow Divine Bridge seemed to transform into a golden bridge, growing increasingly robust.

As he took another step, he arrived at the edge of the Wheel Sea in an instant.

This place was like a pure land, with ethereal clouds and mist, and a massive Dao Palace spanning the high heavens.

Regrettably, having just arrived at the Other Shore, he required time and energy to replenish himself; he could not instantly reach the perfection of the Other Shore, and naturally, he could not open the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

Li Qingxu felt the changes within himself; his essence, energy, and spirit had sublimated, and his divine power surged.

His Wheel Sea seemed to have expanded by another circle, shimmering and brilliant with golden light.

Though he did not know how much time had passed, the increase in his strength was immense.

In the martial arts hall, as Li Qingxu stood up, an aura erupted abruptly.

It was as if a figure looking down upon the universe was gradually awakening from a deep slumber behind him.

"The feeling of the past is gradually returning."

Li Qingxu's expression was filled with emotion.

He then walked to the side and picked up his phone; the date on the screen had reached November 29th.

This cultivation session had actually lasted for nearly three months.

But the harvest was equally immense: he had leaped from the peak of the Life Spring Realm to become a cultivator of the Other Shore Realm.

This was simply far, far faster than in his previous life.

Despite such a rapid improvement in his realm, he did not feel the slightest bit of instability; on the contrary, it was even more solid than in his previous life.

As his consciousness stirred, this nearly two-thousand-square-meter martial arts hall was instantly shrouded in a golden ocean.

"A domain is nothing more than this."

Li Qingxu carefully sensed it; the effects of the domain manifested through his Golden Bitter Sea were far inferior to the Sacred Body manifestation.

However, it was quite a decent attack method for harvesting monsters below his realm.

Although it seemed slightly lackluster, he couldn't very well unleash his manifestation right from the start.

"Beep. Information received from County 0231 of Jiangnan Base City: a rat tide has occurred here. Please proceed to the roundtable conference room."

The mechanical voice of the smart system suddenly rang out in the room.

"A rat tide?"

"That sounds vaguely familiar."

As Li Qingxu's voice fell, his figure vanished from the room.

At the same time, on the tarmac of the Limit Dojo headquarters, a Blood-Red Triangular Fighter Jet flashed across the sky above the headquarters and disappeared into the horizon.

"The Dojo Master has come out of seclusion? Why didn't we receive a notification?"

"Wait, no—who took the Dojo Master's fighter jet!"

Meanwhile, in County 0231.

Looking at that pitch-black mass of monsters, each one was only about thirty centimeters in size, just slightly larger than a human palm.

"A rat tide?"

Luo Feng was instantly startled.

A rat tide, also known as a rat plague, meant that even a War God Level powerhouse would undoubtedly die if surrounded by an endless swarm.

This black, dense mass of a rat tide did not look infinite; it spanned the entire highway and stretched for about a hundred meters in length.

This rat tide definitely contained tens of thousands of monsters, which already counted as a small-scale rat tide.

Therefore, Luo Feng had only one choice: run!

The three people in his line of sight had long since discarded their weapons and were sprinting away.

The rat tide behind them was constantly closing in, and the distance between them was gradually shrinking.

"Damn it!"

"Why hasn't the military arrived yet!"

"If they don't come soon, we're really dead this time."

"I can't run anymore."

"Me neither."

The three exchanged glances, all feeling helpless and pained.

Their maximum sprinting speed was much faster than these rat tides.

However, since it was their maximum speed, it was destined that they could not maintain it for long.

"Military, hurry up and come."

"We're very close to the military district; why hasn't the military arrived yet?"

They all felt as if their legs had lost all sensation, and the extreme fatigue in their muscles prevented them from maintaining their speed.

Luo Feng, carrying his battle blade, shield, and other gear, was maintaining an astonishing speed of sixty meters per second, speeding away.

Originally, Luo Feng had already put a significant distance between himself and the rat tide, and he soon left them far behind.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Luo Feng let out a sound of surprise.

In the distant sky, a streak of scarlet light tore through the heavens.

As that crimson streak drew closer, Luo Feng finally saw it clearly.

It was actually a Blood-Red Triangular Fighter Jet, giving him the impression of a ferocious avian monster.