Chapter 906 - 630: Heaven and Earth Communication

Xu Mo wanted to ask more questions, but before he could speak, the figure before him suddenly moved.

"Alright, I’m off!"

Chen Sheng’s robe fluttered in the wind, like a great roc soaring in the sky, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Witnessing this scene,

Xu Mo stood frozen in place, his mind in turmoil, struck speechless by the shock.

Countless questions exploded in his mind!

Yet he had no time to ponder, for the corpse on the ground, severed in two by a single slash, lay silently.

Xu Mo took a deep breath, shook out a wide cloth, bent down to wrap the corpse tightly, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and hurried towards the government office.

...

Before long, inside the government office, a tense atmosphere prevailed.

Zhou Cang, having heard the news, quickly walked out from the back hall, still wearing his official attire, his expression grave.

He immediately noticed the tightly wrapped corpse on Xu Mo’s shoulder, furrowing his brow, he stepped forward quickly and gently opened the corner of the cloth.

Upon seeing the face of the corpse, Zhou Cang’s expression changed drastically, his pupils slightly contracted, as he looked up sharply at Xu Mo, incredulity in his voice:

"This person... did you kill him?"

Xu Mo shook his head slowly:

"Lord Zhou jests, I’m merely at the peak of True Qi cultivation, I don’t have such skills."

Zhou Cang nodded, his expression easing somewhat, realizing this was indeed beyond Xu Mo’s capabilities.

He squatted down, observing the smooth, mirror-like, naturally divided cross-section.

Zhou Cang’s pupils contracted suddenly:

"This is... the True Intent of Martial Arts!"

"Such a sharp slash, severed in two, nothing can withstand it, purely to the extreme, leaving no trace of hesitation!"

He inhaled repeatedly, his gaze fixed on the wound:

"Since when did such a Daoist Grandmaster emerge in the martial world?"

Xu Mo stood by, his hands hanging at his sides, slightly clenched. After a moment of silence, he finally raised his eyes:

"It’s not some renowned martial artist. The one who acted was my father, Xu Hu."

"Your father?"

Zhou Cang looked up sharply, his face more aghast, nearly doubting his ears.

Facing Zhou Cang’s astonished gaze, Xu Mo nodded earnestly:

"Precisely, my father."

"Currently, my father has set out alone to hunt Ulomu, please, Lord Zhou, report this to the court swiftly for support."

Zhou Cang, hearing this, stood stunned for a long time, unable to recover.

He could not reconcile the gentle old man with the fierce martial intent displayed on the corpse.

It took him a while to regain his composure, heaving a heavy sigh, his tone grave:

"This matter is of great importance, and I’m not able to make a decision. I will report this to the court promptly and send troops to assist."

Pausing, Zhou Cang looked at Xu Mo, his gaze now carrying a hint of respect, softly addressing him with a title that made Xu Mo slightly startled:

"Brother Xu."

Xu Mo instantly understood.

This honor was for his father, who overnight revealed his grandmaster’s prowess and exhibited the true intent of martial arts.

Zhou Cang lowered his voice, his expression growing more serious:

"Your esteemed father pursuing Ulomu alone is exceptionally perilous..."

"I advise Brother Xu to quickly relocate the entire family into the Southern Military Camp for safety. It’s heavily guarded with elite troops, ensuring the utmost security for your loved ones."

Xu Mo stood there, his heart a mix of emotions, a swirl of feelings surging up.

If it were any ordinary family in distress, the court might send someone to patrol briefly, offer symbolic protection, but certainly wouldn’t provide such special treatment nor house family in the guard-heavy Southern Camp.

All these benefits and special treatment were thanks to his father.

He remained silent for a moment, suppressing his complex emotions, and bowed slightly to Zhou Cang, speaking solemnly:

"Thank you, Lord Zhou... for your concern."

...

Elsewhere.

Chen Sheng rode the wind, his form like a streaking swan.

He restrained his aura, stepping through the void as if on solid ground, the air currents below propelling him forward swiftly.

The mountains, rivers, cities, and villages flashed by quickly beneath his sight.

Under the reflection of his mind — heading east, desires manifest effortlessly!

He didn’t hesitate, his cultivation and mental resolve ensured that nothing in this small world could obscure his perception.

The circulation of heaven and earth’s energy, the paths of mountains and rivers, the undercurrents of human hearts, the trajectories of all things — in the mirror of his mind, all were clear as if drawn.

Half a day later, he stood by the Angry River.

"Here it is."

Chen Sheng casually rented a small, elegant boat at the ferry, sitting cross-legged within, eyes shut, quietly awaiting the arrival of the person.

...

Half a day later.

The vast Angry River, turbid waves rise mightily, immense waves rise one after another.

Strangely enough, amid the raging river waves, a small black-roofed boat remained as steady as a rock, undisturbed by the wind and waves.

"Having reflected for half a month, the martial arts of this realm seem to me like observing my palm in the mirror, with no secrets left. Next, it’s time for formal cultivation."

Chen Sheng stood on the small boat in the fury of the river, his robes fluttering wildly in the river wind.

After a half-month of reflection, he used his profound cultivation and spiritual will to see through and comprehensively understand the martial arts essence of this realm.

The martial arts secrets that others spend their whole lives unable to touch were to him clear as the palm’s lines, discernible with clarity, and the bottleneck barriers that trouble countless martial artists were simply vulnerable to him.

Chen Sheng slowly sat cross-legged, his eyes gently closed, and his aura instantly became silent.

"The body sleeps, the mind does not; the spirit focuses and the energy naturally connects."

The low chant was light enough to be carried by the river wind, yet it held the force of a thousand pounds, directly penetrating the heart spirit.

He completely sank into the state of sitting in forgetting selflessness!

His figure sat upright like a pine tree, motionless, as if it had merged with the small boat, the raging river, and heaven and earth.

However, his heart spirit became increasingly condensed, as clear as a mirror hanging high, without a single distracting thought, perceiving with clarity the flow of every inch of meridian within his body.

The divine thought condensed, and the aura around his body suddenly became agitated, the seed of inner energy instantly broke through the soil and grew rapidly.

A scorching stream abruptly rushed from the Dantian, like a dormant fire dragon, madly flowing along the meridians.

Passing through the perineum, tailbone, up the spine, rushing through to the top of the head, then following the meridians, gradually returning to the Dantian...

In an instant, the small circulation of inner energy achieved perfection, without a single blockage!

Immediately afterwards, the stream surged again, the meridians trembled, spreading along the meridians to the limbs and all parts of the body, wind forming at the fingertips, flowing at the soles, inner energy cycling through the body’s meridians endlessly!

The grand circulation followed and was connected!

"Next, the true energy stage."

Chen Sheng’s heart spirit slightly moved, the inner energy circling repeatedly in the body instantly became wild, crazy compressing and condensing in the meridians.

The sound of inner energy surging was like waves crashing against the shore, echoing in the boat!

His entire person seemed to transform into a huge pill furnace, using the inner energy within his body as fire, blazing his body’s muscles and bones, refining his internal organs.

Pure inner energy slowly seeped into the bone marrow, moistening the organs, flushing the viscera, expelling the impurities accumulated in this mortal body for decades to the outside.

A slight roll in the throat, a surging murky energy rushed upwards.

Chen Sheng opened his mouth, spewing a mouthful of pitch-black sticky old blood into the river, which was instantly swallowed by the raging waves, disappearing without a trace.

This mouthful of old blood was a testimony to the illnesses accumulated over time and a mark of completion for the cleansing in the true energy stage.

The true energy stage, accomplished!

In the next moment, perception naturally emerged.

The pulsation of the meridians, the rushing of the blood, the relaxation of the muscles, the trembling of the bones, every subtle change within the body was clear as observing the palm lines, without a single omission.

His mind sank deeply into the body, directly reaching the Sanjiao region, guiding the extremely pure true energy within the body, to charge forward.

"Break!"

A low shout, echoing in the heart.

The Sanjiao gate, responded and broke open!

The true energy within the body, at this moment, instantly transformed into True Yuan, like a surging river, connecting throughout the entire body.

An astonishing change, completely erupted at this moment.

Chen Sheng’s once silvery white hair was visibly turning black at an eye-popping speed, changing from root to tip, into black strands like ink, shiny and dark.

The wrinkles on his face unfolded layer by layer, smoothed out, the withered skin became tight and smooth again, exuding a healthy luster.

The previously slack muscles gradually became firm and strong, the withered body once again filled with vast energy and blood...

In just a moment, the nearly decrepit and weathered Xu Hu aboard the boat had vanished.

In his place was a person with hair like black ink, a straight posture, a handsome face, and mighty energy and blood like dragons, with an imposing presence.

From inner energy, to true energy, and then to True Yuan.

These three paths, even a brilliant martial arts prodigy, need to tread step-by-step through painstaking cultivation for more than ten years, even decades, to complete and touch the edge of Dao initiation.

Yet Chen Sheng, within just a few hours, pushed through them all, completing this journey.

At this moment, he achieved True Yuan Great Success, with the Sanjiao gate wide open, his aura thoroughly communicating with the aura of heaven and earth.

An immense and unmatched aura surged from the boat into the sky, sweeping across the eight hundred miles of the raging river, straight up to Yun Xiao!!

The violent river waves, under this aura, reversed, the rushing river water seemed as if paused.

The roaring wind, under this aura, halted, and the mist above the river was blown away by this aura, clearing the sky.

The riverbank’s mountain outposts, the merchant ships on the river, the hidden cave dwellings, the branch headquarters of Jianghu sects...

Along the eight hundred miles of riverside, all those cultivating martial arts felt their hearts tremble suddenly!

Like a mountainous and towering aura, as if the sky was collapsing, pressing heavily on their hearts, causing their breath to stall.

"Heaven and Earth Communication!"

"Someone is initiating Dao, breaking through to Grandmaster!"

"Which illustrious figure from the Earth rankings?"

...

Meanwhile.

In the southwest direction, a dark-robed figure suddenly halted.

Wu Luo raised his eyes to look above the raging river, a trace of greed and insidiousness flashed in his turbid eyes, letting out a strange laugh:

"What a fine Human Pill, meeting me just means your luck ran out!"

Before the voice fell, the dark energy around him exploded.

Bang——

The air was forcibly torn apart, piercing sound blasts erupted circularly, and the figure suddenly shot out, heading straight for the eight hundred miles of raging river.