Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 761 - 442: True Technique Level Twenty-Two, God Fills the Void, Vigor Around the Sandy Realm!
The skilled and elegant hand-chop landed precisely on the sleeping Demon Bear's neck.
Some skills become more exquisite with the passage of time.
After dealing with the unnecessary factors of security, Yi Chen immediately sat down cross-legged; at that moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the cave, a splendid bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the Taoist's stern face.
"Shen Hong! Breakthrough for me!"
A silent chant in his heart, and a familiar yet strange memory suddenly surfaced in the Taoist's mind.
Like glancing at flowers while riding past, the memories unfolded.
"The journey is hard, the journey is hard!"
Inside the Daoist Palace, with its crimson walls, a sigh suddenly arose!
A handsome young Taoist was standing inside, tall and fair-skinned, without a beard, currently holding a scroll of Daoist scriptures and sighing at the moon.
His talent was extraordinary, overcoming perils along the way; the Pure Yang Lianji True Method had been cultivated to the twenty-first level, yet now there seemed to be no path forward.
"Should I risk it all?" The Taoist stepped out of the courtyard door, waved his hand, and two massive Extreme Origin Chains appeared from thin air, pulling open a crimson portal.
This was the location of the True Yang Holy Palace, the treasure of the first Cave Heaven of their Southern Heavenly Dao Sect.
The figure plunged into the portal, and the Taoist flashed continuously, only to arrive above a towering Cliff Sea, where he retrieved a Golden Tome from beneath an odd rock.
The light from the heavens shone upon the Golden Tome, and the words "Shatter the Void" were strikingly visible.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, a Golden Tome fell with a meteor, and after a friendly exchange with fellow cultivators, the tome finally ended up in his hands.
He had studied this volume for a full two hundred and fifty years; at last, he had found a way to leap forward, but now his heart was engulfed in deep hesitation.
The so-called Ultimate Yang is to constantly break through one's own limits.
After the twenty-first refinement of Pure Yang, his foundation was so robust it could not be further fortified; taking another step was incredibly difficult. Yet, where the Great Derivation prescribes fifty, it uses only forty-nine. Having pondered for over two hundred years, he had finally found a potential breakthrough in the Golden Tome.
This time, he would need to re-cultivate his mysterious cultivation, ignoring the halberd and using fists, tempering his soul with bare hands to reach the peak once again.
With this thought, the Taoist disappeared from the Cave Heaven and stood firmly in a thatched cottage on the back mountain.
At this moment, a silver-haired old Taoist was leisurely watering the garden.
"Li Xuanzhen, have you really decided? To forsake thousands of years of lifespan in pursuit of that elusive breakthrough opportunity."
"Yes, I ask for my brother's help."
"Give me one reason."
The Taoist remained silent for a while, eventually grinning and saying, "Because I want to see a higher view of the Martial Path."
"In this world today, apart from your Yin-Yang blending technique that can overpower me, the rest are merely bags of wine and rice, not worth mentioning. Such a life is truly boring."
"You don't have much life left, and you still want to enter reclusion, what will happen to our Sect?" The silver-haired elder stopped watering and looked deeply at the young Taoist before him.
The Taoist didn't speak, but fell into a deep silence.
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"Alright, I understand. Go, and I hope you come out alive." The silver-haired old Taoist crouched down and stopped talking, focusing intently on the small vegetable patch he was tending.
"Thank you for your approval, brother."
The Taoist bowed deeply and once again entered the Cave Heaven.
In the final moment before his figure disappeared, an Extreme Origin Rage surged within him, throwing the Holy Halberd, cultivated for many years, in front of the Sect's Welcoming Stone, sinking deep into the earth's crust into an unknown depth.
Boom!
The gates of the Cave Heaven closed instantly, vanishing into the void.
Two hundred years went by, as time cycled on.
Above the Cliff Sea, the Taoist sighed. He wanted to forget the Halberd Technique that had permeated his bones, but alas, he could never truly do so.
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Taoist, he struck a shockwave toward his own Baihui Acupoint from the air, severing all distracting thoughts, including the many memories of his past lives.
After this palm strike, he no longer even knew his name, leaving only the persistent pursuit of the Martial Path.
Above the Cave Heaven.
Thirty-six Kongming Lanterns hung high in the sky, each lantern hovering above a Divine Intent Picture of boxing techniques.
The Taoist stood up abruptly, with cultivation energy wildly escaping from within his Cultivation Body; he began to disperse his achievements and re-cultivate.
Training in boxing is unlike practicing sword, halberd, arrays, or strange techniques; one cannot discard one's fists, nor should one. Thus, using fists as a weapon requires a resolute will and the courage to face death.
Only with such courage that wanders on the edge of life and death can every thought be tempered as searing as the sun without shadows.
Only then can he truly shatter everything, and with this ascending spirit, push the Pure Yang Refining Extreme True Method to a higher Realm.
Three hundred years passed, and the Taoist's thirty-six Divine Intent Pictures had reached perfection.
Five hundred years hastily flew by, and the Taoist's boxing technique evolved from thirty-six styles to twenty-four forms.
Blossoms bloom and fade, again and again.
Time is like a silent poem.
And his story, like a single splash of a wave.
After two thousand years unfolded and vanished, the Taoist who had been in reclusion for three thousand years stopped his Cultivation for the first time.
At this moment, he had transformed the thirty-six boxing styles into five Ultimate Moves, his Cultivation ascended to the peak once again.
"It's a pity, I'm still one layer of paper away from the breakthrough, unable to grasp the essence." The Taoist sighed.
