The Great Wild God - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Is It a Dream Or a Sea of Souls
At this time, it was completely dark, and Chen Xun lit a self-made oil lamp.

The palm-sized pottery bowl was filled with beast oil, and a dried straw core rope slightly poked out its head. A flame the size of a bean sprout flickered in the shack, shaking Chen Xun’s thin figure against the leaking wooden wall.

The Great Roc Secret Fist was a diagram of the fist momentum of five paintings, one drawing and one momentum.

Chen Xun carefully removed the first image from the silk manuscript and spread it under the lamp. On it were densely packed small words written on the end of the rope.

It was probably because Daoist Greenwood was worried that he would not be able to accurately translate the cultivation technique into Barbarian. The small characters on the map were all Cloud Continent characters Chen Xun did not recognize. They were somewhat similar to the Western Barbarian script, but they were much more complicated. Many characters could only guess the general meaning of it by guessing and mumbling.

Seeing this, Chen Xun became blind again.

Although he could even guess the general meaning of this technique, if he misunderstood it, he would go astray. How could he continue cultivating the Great Roc Five Powers Secret Fist?

Even Grandpa Zongtu didn’t recognize the Yunzhou script.

However, Daoist Qingshan’s painting skills were exquisite.

In the middle of the small words of the cultivation technique, the figure that was spreading its wings had a blurry expression, but it had a kind of concept of spreading its wings and flying. This feeling was extremely profound and indescribable.

Chen Xun flipped through the five images like this and calmed himself down. He sat cross-legged on the ground and visualized the figure in his mind according to the general meaning of the cultivation technique.

Visual fist gestures were not simply to imagine human figures in one’s mind, but to enter one’s spiritual sea of consciousness and carve out fist gestures. The various sects of Cloud Continent called it “visualization and visualization”, and it was actually similar to the enlightenment of a savage soul.

Visual fist momentum, that is, with the appearance of a savage soul.

A more common way of saying it was to inscribe one’s mind.

Chen Xun guessed that his spiritual sea might be referring to a person’s subconscious.

However, the reason why the subconscious is “hidden” is that it should be an existence that cannot be detected by ordinary means. How can the mind enter?

All the major sects in Cloud Continent had secret techniques of visualization and visualization, but Daoist Greenwood didn’t have a detailed introduction to the cultivation technique in the remnant of the silk manuscript. Only a few words left Chen Xun speechless: “Extremely quiet, if one’s mind entered one’s sea of consciousness, then one would have all forms of cultivation.”

Extremely quiet into the silence, mind into the sea of consciousness …

Could it be that when a person reaches a state of extreme silence, his mind can naturally enter his subconsciousness, enter his spiritual sea of consciousness, and carve fist momentum, visualize his appearance?

Then how could he enter a state of extreme silence?

Chen Xun scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Flipping through the silk manuscripts again and again, Daoist Greenwood finally found a discussion about practicing the Martial Cultivation Secret Fist and entering the Visual Imagination Realm in his conversation with a Yunzhou xiuzhe named Lanshan.

Both of them believed that the Martial Cultivator’s Secret Fist was a type of Heavenly Mark Topography. When one’s body and mind merged together, one’s spiritual sea would naturally open and enter the Concept of Visual Imagination and Aspect Realm. The two of them believed that the Martial Cultivator’s Secret Fist was a type of Heavenly Mark Topography.

Body and Parataxis, Will and Heart?

Chen Xun didn’t know how to calculate his body and mind, but he had finally found a method to enter the sect. He thought to himself that Zong Ya and the others had been training hard in the Barbarian Martial Arts for a long time, and only then did they enlighten the Barbarian Soul. In fact, it was also considered a martial cultivation method.

Chen Xun stood up and imitated the figure on the map. He stretched out his arms and made a roc attack.

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Being trapped in this world, Chen Xun had long been accustomed to a dry and tasteless life. He repeated this simple action thousands of times, but he didn’t feel that it was boring.

After a while, a clear dawn appeared in the crack of the wall. He had never thought that the night would pass so quickly.

Chen Xun thought that the stronghold would hold a soul sacrifice at night, so he could only put down the matter of practicing boxing first, put away the five boxing manuals and a Black Python Pill, and lay down on the beast skin plate to rest with his eyes closed.

Perhaps it was because Chen Xun had consumed too much energy in one night, and he felt at ease sleeping in his shack, so Chen Xun quickly fell asleep.

The moment he fell asleep, his divine soul sea suddenly opened. Countless tiny beams of light emitted from his bones. In the blink of an eye, a human-shaped figure the size of a cocoon condensed on his divine soul sea, as if a golden roc had spread its wings and attacked him …

Chen Xun suddenly woke up. That instant just now, it was like a dream. Perhaps, he could only use “dream” to explain the instant when the human-shaped figure appeared.

The feeling was so intense, profound, and clear. Even if he woke up from his dream, the real feeling that was as clear as holding his hand was deeply engraved in his mind and could not be erased.

Not only could he feel the indescribable state of mind of the Wingspan Soaring Strike, he could also clearly feel the flow of blood and qi within his body, and the changes in the shape of his muscles and flesh tangled together.

At that instant, the feeling of his mind extending along his arms into the endless distance caused him to have a profound enlightenment …

Chen Xun didn’t dwell on where this feeling came from. Instead, he stretched his arms according to the enlightenment the human figure gave him in his dream. Just as his mind extended his arms, he felt a clear feeling of his soul and divine intent seeping into his muscles, bones, skin, and flesh. He immediately felt that his arms were filled with boundless power. It was as if the potential of his entire body had been activated at this moment.

Chen Xun’s Heart Lake seemed to have been blown into turbulence by a strong wind.

This was the Soaring Strike Force?

In the next instant, Chen Xun was incomparably certain in his heart,

This was true body and parataxis!

The true first momentum of the Great Roc Secret Fist!

Chen Xun’s mind relaxed, and the feeling of strength in his arms dissipated as well. Then, his arms felt sour and numb, as if all of his blood vitality had been squeezed dry in just a short moment.

Chen Xun remembered that he had felt this feeling before when he dragged the Dark Scaled Sly back. At that time, his mind relaxed, and he suddenly felt that the rope had instantly weighed several hundred kilograms, and he almost dragged it into the water.

It was really strange that his body and mind were in perfect harmony, and he felt extremely quiet!

Was the space created by that human-shaped figure the mysterious sea of consciousness?

At this moment, Chen Xun was certain that he hadn’t actually fallen into a dream just now. Instead, he had accidentally entered a state where his body and mind were in harmony and he was extremely quiet. He had carved out the first momentum of the Great Roc Secret Fist in his spiritual sea of consciousness.

Chen Xun’s heart stirred up with tremendous waves. Countless questions surfaced, and they needed to be digested one by one. More importantly, he had to remember this feeling of silence between his body and mind.

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“What, you didn’t sleep all night?” Zong Tu pushed open the door and entered. He saw Chen Xun standing in the shack like a dumb bear.

Seeing Grandpa Zongtu come in, Chen Xunzheng was worried that he couldn’t find anyone to answer his questions, so he told Grandpa Zongtu everything he had experienced all night.

“Show me the Soaring Strike Force again!”

Zong Tu’s cloudy triangular eyes were almost covered by the wrinkles in his eyes. Hearing Chen Xun say these things, they instantly shone brightly. He hurriedly covered the leaking wooden door and asked Chen Xun to show him the first move of the Great Roc Secret Fist.

Chen Xun ignored his exhaustion and extended his mind, then stretched out his arms.

This time, apart from extending his mind, he could even clearly feel the circulation of Qi and blood in his arms as his muscles and flesh wrapped around his chest.

At the same time, his mind naturally entered that mysterious and mysterious space.

This mysterious space was within his body, and there was no doubt that it was a sea of consciousness.

Without any intentional visualization, countless subtle divine lights were released from the Hundred Bones Qi and Blood, condensing into a human-shaped figure above the soul sea.

Chen Xunzhi felt that his arms were filled with tremendous strength, and he felt that if he punched out with both fists, he would definitely be able to smash his crude shack into pieces.

“Minute! Really minute!” Zong Tu couldn’t suppress the shock in his heart and sighed in admiration. Suddenly, he muttered to himself, as if he had fallen into an indescribable madness. “This is truly a blessing. Zong Tu was actually able to see a person who had gone into minuteness overnight in his lifetime …”

Chen Xun was speechless when he saw how excited Grandpa Zongtu’s expression was. He didn’t feel that there was much peculiarity. Wasn’t it just that he had successfully learned the first move of the Great Roc Secret Fist overnight? Why was it so exaggerated?

When Grandpa Zongtu’s excitement eased slightly, Chen Xun asked,

“What is Minute?”

Zong Tu cleared up his shock and looked at Chen Xun with eyes that seemed to be looking at a bottle of rare treasures. He sighed softly,

“Zong Sang brought you back to the stronghold two years ago. I knew you were extraordinary, but I never thought that you would go against the heavens to such an extent. Unfortunately, you are not a disciple of the Black Python. Although you are in trouble now, you still have to leave the Black Python and the Eagle to return to the sky in the end …”

Chen Xun thought of the earth in the starry sky, and his heart sank. He said,

“Ah Xun doesn’t know where his hometown is. The black python is Ah Xun’s home. Grandpa and Zong Ya are Ah Xun’s relatives.”

“The black python pond is too shallow for you,”

Zong Tu sighed softly. His face seemed to wrinkle more than ever, as if he regretted that a genius like Chen Xun was not a disciple of the Black Python. However, he knew that if he really wanted to leave Chen Xun in the Black Python, it would actually be ruining him.

At this moment, the Black Python was only an extremely inconspicuous branch of Tushan’s tens of millions of tribes. It truly did not have the ability to let Chen Xun display the light he deserved. After a while, it said,

“Although Daoist Azurewood did not enter the Heavenly Barbarians, he was already at the peak of the ninth level of the Barbarian realm thirty years ago. His talent far surpassed that of other Magi and barbarians. When it came to knowledge, Grandpa is far inferior to him. What Azurewood said about the enlightenment of the Barbarian Soul is similar to the conception of the Cloud Continent. It should be very reasonable.”

Chen Xun still didn’t know what it meant to be meticulous.

Zong Tu packed up his excitement and said slowly,

“Ru Meiwei is just a statement from the stronghold. It is a cultivation realm of the Barbarian Martial Battle Force. It should be the combination of body and mind, meaning and heart as mentioned in the silk manuscript …”