Chapter 1466 - 793: Calamity Star Overhead, Shadowless Sword Suspended!_3

Chapter 1466: Chapter 793: Calamity Star Overhead, Shadowless Sword Suspended!_3

"Understood."

Meng Chuan nodded repeatedly, his gaze sweeping around, his perception extending beyond three thousand zhang like a net covering the void, yet he discovered nothing.

The matter of the Guardians had been mentioned by Dragon King Cui during his last visit to Yong’an.

Indeed, as Yang Huan said, they were not personal bodyguards, only providing protection when he left the city and entered the ’wilderness range’.

Whether descending into a Demon Nest or carrying out a mission, they would not provide any protection or assistance.

The goal was to ensure that Meng Chuan did not encounter an accident while still receiving sufficient training.

As for who his Guardian was...

Meng Chuan had some speculation in his heart; if Principal Yang referred to them as a senior, they must be a Celestial King or even a Martial Arts Great Saint above!

They must also be close to Lishan Mountain, ready to come over at any time...

"Thank you so much, it can only be one of the seniors guarding Qin Ridge, whoever is available will step up..."

...

Dragon Pond Island lies offshore from the Great Chu coastline, surrounded by the sea.

Meng Chuan heard that it was once a gathering place for Martial Arts Great Saints of Great Chu, and many people went there with feelings of pilgrimage.

The Lishan group flew along the coast, boarded the large ship prepared by the Human Alliance, and slowly sailed into the sea toward Dragon Pond Island.

Flying over the sea is extremely dangerous.

Due to the isolation of seawater, all Martial Arts Masters, and even most Martial Arts Grandmasters find it difficult to sense underwater dangers, so traveling by boat was a rule for this selection.

Meng Chuan, Yang Huan, and Dong Yue stood at the railing, enjoying the sea breeze and watching the coastline gradually recede.

Dong Yue took out beer from his storage treasure and handed it to them, and the three chatted while sipping their drinks, passing the time before landing on the island.

"How’s the Creation Skill coming along? Haven’t heard you mention it recently."

Dong Yue downed his drink in one gulp, his tone curious.

He had witnessed the changes in Meng Chuan’s power.

But the true creation of the Martial Arts is not something he could see.

Meng Chuan was about to speak, but Principal Yang interrupted:

"Things succeed through secrecy; failure is unveiled through words. Keep unfinished matters to yourself; only you need to know."

With the principal saying this, Dong Yue swallowed back his next words.

Yang Huan leaned against the railing, gazing deeply with emotion:

"Meng Chuan, you are different from us. Just like Senior Zhang Sanfeng and Senior Zhao Yingchun, they were pioneers of the Ancient Martial Era, and you are the trailblazer of the new Qi Blood Martial Arts Era, about to undertake the acts of creation. Heaven’s intention will aid you!

To resist the increasingly severe invasions of the Cosmos, mankind needs a new transformation. Whether from the Human Alliance or other measures, these are mere patches.

The fundamental solution is reforming Martial Arts!"

Yang Huan saw things too clearly.

Seeing Meng Chuan’s thoughts somewhat tumultuous and his expression also heavy, Yang Huan comforted him further:

"I’m not pressuring you by saying this. If you don’t do it, others will. Even if you make mistakes, there will be successors standing on your shoulders to continue moving forward.

This is the torch of Martial Arts, and the indomitable spirit and backbone of civilization rising against the current."

"I understand, I too am standing on Senior Zhang Sanfeng’s shoulders, continuing to explore Martial Arts."

Yang Huan nodded slightly:

"Indeed, you are young and talented, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you make a wrong choice, you have plenty of time to learn from mistakes, which forms your accumulation; looking back, it will be unforgettable memories."

"Understood."

"As long as you understand."

Overall, he was still not optimistic about Meng Chuan pioneering the Martial path...

Experience from the Dao Domain Network told him that elevating ’primitive skills’ to the ’Dao’ was a difficulty akin to a sow ascending to immortality...

But this kid was always extraordinary; if he could really achieve it...

Who knows?

"But even if real Martial Arts are established, it won’t be during Meng Chuan’s Fourth Limit..."

Yet Yang Huan kept these thoughts to himself.

He understood Meng Chuan’s persistence; only after hitting a dead end would he turn back...

...

Dragon Pond Island, rugged and surrounded by clouds, was bustling like never before.

The selection for Execution Bureau candidates had brought over 50,000 people.

They were experts from major colleges, families, and military units, where even the least skilled among them had Martial Arts Master cultivation necessary to compete for positions in the Execution Bureau’s eight teams.

Moreover, they had all gone through identity document reviews.

The Execution Bureau’s opponents are predominantly Demon Path forces, so preventing spies from infiltrating the teams was of utmost importance.

Those who failed the review would naturally be investigated by the Human Alliance personnel...

Setting foot on Dragon Pond Island meant formally joining the Execution Bureau selection.

As for selection criteria, age and talent were irrelevant; only strength mattered.

The following morning.

The vast majority went to the contest venues set on Dragon Pond Island for selection, while less than a hundred figures entered a meeting room.

Inside the meeting room, each Martial Arts Grandmaster found their name and sat down; there were also six Martial Arts Venerables like Yang Huan counted.

Seated centrally between the principal and Master Dong, Meng Chuan glanced around, most faces unfamiliar to him.

Determined faces made up the majority, yet a quarter of them appeared somewhat aged.

The lifespan of a Martial Artist is limited; approaching the end of life, even grandmasters struggle to suppress signs of aging.

"If I want to vie for a chief position from among hundreds of grandmasters, these elderly grandmasters are my primary opponents."

In Martial Arts competition, amidst enlightenment resources, Meng Chuan would yield not an inch.

Additionally, among the masters who came for chief selection were also familiar faces.

Liao Huo and Wang Chongyi did not come, but Chen Zhiming did.

"Fellow Meng."

"Brother Chen."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly and cupped his hands in greeting.

Chen Zhiming’s aura had grown stronger, and most crucially, Meng Chuan perceived...

"This old fellow has also condensed his own True Martial Will; the ’True Martial’ Secret Technique is starting to take root."

With such talent as Chen Zhiming, he could carve out a place in the Cosmos, likely nearing [Overlimit Level].

Red Dragon Seviss was an Overlimit level genius, able to comprehend Dao techniques in the mortal realm.

Yet comprehending others’ techniques is nowhere near as strong as creating one’s own.

Certainly, only an [Overlimit Level] genius like Meng Chuan could undertake such non-human feats as creating Dao techniques in the mortal realm.

Virtual planets abound with opportunities for enlightenment; Chen Zhiming came to partake in the Execution Bureau chief evaluation, hoping to leverage the Dao Domain Network for advancing his talent to truly break through to Overlimit Level.

Soon enough, the host of the chief selection pre-meeting appeared from the void, and Meng Chuan exchanged a smile upon eye contact.

He was already very familiar with Dragon King Cui.

Currently, Cui Yunyu was just a step away from Martial Saint; as a Peak Celestial King, she needed accumulation and not secluded breakthroughs.

Thus, many major and minor matters of mankind were entrusted to her management, including the Execution Bureau.

The meeting commenced as the Dragon King stood atop the stage, announcing the discipline and requirements for the chief assessment.

Meng Chuan listened while subtly dispersing his perception, scanning the ’enemy situation’.

The composition of Martial Arts Grandmasters’ strength is complex; to gauge individual strength, aura is the most obvious distinction exposed outward.

Throughout the meeting, Meng Chuan surveyed competitors, the weakest aura belonging to some unknown mid-aged grandmasters, weaker even than Chen Zhiming. Some were family elders, others university professors, impressive figures within their respective powers but here in this meeting room...

"Young pairs like Meng Chuan and Chen Zhiming, and elder ones of several hundred-year age grandmasters; there are only six chief positions, it’s daunting..."

At this moment, choices weighed heavy on everyone’s minds.

No one expected such formidable figures to emerge at the Execution Bureau chief selection arena.

It’s wolfish scarcity...

Meng Chuan also eyed the crowd, finding remarkably few who posed a threat.

But his gaze shifted to settle on one person.

An elderly man cloaked in white simple robe.

His frame was gaunt, yet his back stayed straight as he sat without support, hands overlapped before him, cradling a dust-colored long sword in his lap.

This person was the True Gang Grandmaster he had been most wary of before - [Shadowless Sword·Gao Qun].