Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme - Chapter 425
Chapter 425: Chapter 269: Transmission of the Law_3
Hearing this, although Li Zeshan became enlightened, he was still puzzled, “Given the momentum of Heaven Martial in those years, once it accumulated, the Demon Sect would certainly be exterminated…”
“Could it be that once the Righteous Path gains momentum, with all the Sacred Places united, they would tolerate the Demon Sect’s existence?”
Dao Wuya let out a cold laugh, “The ascension of Heaven Martial’s momentum, when it will happen, is still an uncertain matter, but the pressure from the Righteous Path is clearly imminent, how to choose doesn’t need to be said.”
“Then the Righteous Path…”
“The Demon Sect takes advantage of the chaos to plunder, how could the Righteous Path easily move, providing them with the opportunity to catch their breath?”
Dao Wuya shook his head, “Leng Aotian has just gone missing, his life or death not yet determined. Furthermore, with the thousand-year period approaching, the struggle for the God of War is about to begin; the Righteous Path intends to consolidate their forces, to seize the Secret of the Broken Void. Compared to this, the crisis of Heaven Martial is but a minor irritant, what harm is there in ignoring it for the time being?”
These words made Li Zeshan’s brows knit tightly, “If the Righteous Path does acquire the Secret of the Broken Void, then this person is indeed a minor irritant, not to be feared, but if they cannot, and they let it grow, this minor irritant will surely become a fatal threat in the future, especially a formidable enemy to my Tianji Daoyin!”
“That’s why it’s said that human nature is difficult to deal with!”
Dao Wuya’s eyes gleamed with a cold light, “Our only strategy now is to turn this minor irritant into a fatal threat, make everyone feel personally endangered, and only then will they truly unite.”
These words made Li Zeshan’s eyes sharpen, “What does my master mean…?”
Dao Wuya’s voice was cold as he laughed, “This person’s current performance, although peculiar and extraordinary, is after all not significant enough to cause concern for the Divine Martial, thus he is merely a minor irritant. But if he were to slay the Divine Martial and take possession of the Atlas, that would then become a fatal threat.”
“Slay the Divine Martial?”
“Take possession of the Atlas?”
Li Zeshan spoke with surprise and suspicion, “Is this person going to make a move against the Divine Martial Venerable?”
“Not going to, but certainly will!”
Dao Wuya shook his head, “With the thousand-year period drawing near, and the challenge for the God of War about to unfold, it also poses a great threat to him. Should someone gain the Broken Void, even take control of the secrets of the Temple of War God, he may well struggle to compete. Therefore, before that, he must accumulate enough strength to partake in the struggle for the God of War.”
Upon hearing this, Li Zeshan also came to a realization, “To amass enough strength, these minor skirmishes are far from sufficient. He must target the Divine Martial Heritage, seeking the War God’s Atlas?”
“Exactly!”
Dao Wuya nodded his head and said with a light laugh, “Now in the world, among the strong of the Divine Martial, who can be easily taken advantage of?”
“Iron Heart Fortress!”
“Chen Tianjie!”
Li Zeshan’s eyes focused intently as he said in a deep voice, “Chen Tianjie is nearing the end of his lifespan, and this person also has the Thunder Commanding Power, which counters the Mysterious Iron Divine Weapons of Iron Heart Fortress. If the timing is right, he might actually be able to take the SLP Heaven Calamity from Iron Heart Fortress.”
“Exactly!”
Dao Wuya turned his gaze back, staring at the War God’s Atlas in front of him, and said in a cold voice, “Should SLP fall into his hands, the minor irritant would indeed become a fatal threat. At that time, would both the righteous and the wicked dare to let things slide?”
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When a building is about to fall, perhaps some can avert disaster and clarify the universe.
But more often than not, most people’s choice is to give it a push and hasten its collapse.
They do so not out of stupidity or short-sightedness, but because human nature is hard to contend with, human nature is hard to change.
If it doesn’t affect them personally, who cares if a flood is coming or if the nation is on the brink of destruction?
So, there’s no need to worry about facing the enmity of the entire world or about a collective pursuit by all under heaven.
With their character, to expect them to put aside immediate interests, current conflicts, to take an unknown risk with the hidden danger of backstabbing, to unite wholeheartedly, at any cost, that’s less likely than a pig climbing a tree—after all, some pigs really do climb trees, but they…
If they could do that, then the Great Zhou wouldn’t have fallen back then.
Unless this minor irritant evolves into a fatal threat, directly endangering themselves, they are unlikely to join forces.
But once they have slain the Divine Martial and become a fatal threat, does Xu Yang still need to worry about whether they join forces or not?
So, there’s no need for concern at all.
Instead…
“Is that Fairy Qihua, ranked fifty-one on the Beauty List?”
“Is that Chu Lingfeng, the Passionate Young Master, ranked forty-three on the Earth List?”
“Is that Zhang Shaobai, the Renown Sword of Taolan, ranked forty-five on the Earth List?”
“That is Master Zhou from Earth Yuan Mountain…”
“That is…”
“Brother Li, why are you…?”
“Young Master Duan, you’re here too…?”
Yet another cave, shouts of alarm, a cacophony of noise, nearly a thousand Martial Artists gathered together. The majority had expressions of despair, becoming numb, while a small minority showed panicked faces, not knowing what to do.
Zhou Fengyu held the Evil Emperor’s relic in his hand, ignoring the clamor and incessant squawking of these “newcomers,” focusing solely on channeling his True Yuan into the relic to minimize the loss of his power.
After a short moment, once the Yuan Skill was fully transferred, under the cold gaze of an Iron Armor Corpse, Zhou Fengyu silently offered up the Evil Emperor’s relic, then closed his eyes to recuperate and restore his depleted Inner Yuan.
The entire process had become very proficient.
In the three months’ time, those who had bowed their heads in compromise didn’t wait for the rescue from the Divine Martial Venerable. Instead, they only saw the arrival of batch after batch of new prison mates.
To this day, nearly a thousand Martial Artists had gathered here, among them not only Divine Bridge Masters like him but also Yuan Core experts listed on the Earth rankings such as Chu Lingfeng and Zhang Shaobai, prodigies of the generation!
Whether Divine Bridge or Yuan Core, now they are all prisoners, clinging to increasingly slim hopes, day after day refilling the Evil Emperor’s relic with Essence.
Although there was no immediate risk to their lives, such suffocation, such despair, was enough to drive people to breaking point.
Looking around, the expressions of many of the “veterans” were those of desolation and numbness, lacking the martial spirit they once had.
Could they still escape and regain their freedom?
Zhou Fengyu didn’t know, but he knew that if it continued like this, certainly many would be driven to the brink, and some might even resort to mutual destruction.
Life is indeed precious, freedom even more so!
Being imprisoned like this, treated as pigs for Essence supply, for Martial Artists it was a torment worse than death, unbearable over the long term.
Even without a long term, just a mere three months were enough to see signs of desperation and breakdown.
Zhou Fengyu, as a Divine Bridge Master, although not to that extent, had deeper considerations.
This point, that person couldn’t possibly have failed to consider.
What would he do?
Disregard everything, or…
“Silence!”
A soft utterance subdued the noise of the crowd.
Zhou Fengyu’s gaze sharpened as he looked up to see a person sitting on a stone platform, his aura deep and profound like an abyss.
“His cultivation… has progressed again!”
The crowd, seeing this, fell into silence, the atmosphere growing even more oppressive.
Xu Yang, however, didn’t care, and started to speak, “Today, I will expound on the scriptures and teach the Taoism Yuan Spirit True Jue. You all will comprehend it on your own. If you have the aptitude and understand its principles, even without relying on the Atlas, in the future, you can also reach an Extraordinary Realm.”
“This…!?”
Zhou Fengyu looked up in astonishment, disbelief written all over his face.
Expounding on the scriptures?
Teaching the Taoism Yuan Spirit True Jue?
Wasn’t it the Great Zhou Martial Scriptures?
Without relying on the Atlas, one could still reach an Extraordinary Realm?
What is this Extraordinary Realm, could it rival the Divine Martial?
Could this be the means and roots of his methods?
But why would he willingly impart such a Cultivation Technique?
What exactly is his ulterior motive?
Wait…!!
Zhou Fengyu’s gaze intensified, and he turned to look at the rest of the crowd who, like him, were equally astonished. He realized something.
These people, these nearly a thousand Martial Artists, only a handful were like him, Divine Bridge Masters; the rest were simply Yuan Core cultivators or even those who had not reached the Qi Sea tier.
In their lifetimes, how many of them could touch the True Martial God of War?
Was he… trying to win people’s hearts?
