With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 269 Successfully Sensing Qi, the Eyes of God!
The will to fight in martial arts is not fixed, just like a never-ending path of cultivation.

As long as one adheres to the righteous path, one can be guided to continuously move forward.

For most martial artists, the first step on this path is to become a martial artist.

Then, the Martial Arts Grandmaster is the tenth station, and the Seven Limit Great Sage is the eightieth station.

If one continues to climb, one may eventually become an unparalleled supreme powerhouse, sweeping away the gloom of the world and restoring peace to the land. This is the realm of the ninety-ninth station.

But every road has an end.

Some delusional individuals and extremely confident martial arts geniuses may fantasize about becoming immortals or gods.

But in any case, the end of the road is the same: [returning to peace, returning to nature, returning to the same lifespan as heaven and earth].
"But I am different. From the time I first learned Guoyiquan when I was four years old, my first step was to obtain a certificate for life."

Exterminating the Heavenly Demons is merely a stop along my journey.

What I ultimately seek is to acquire it from boxing, to cultivate all kinds of special qualities within myself.

Finally, the mystery surrounding their traits, stats, and origins was unraveled.

A glint of light flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes, combined with his own martial arts will.

He already had new ideas about the nature of these three "worlds".

"Only by tempering the body in reality and comprehending the principles of boxing through imagery can one truly engage with the real world."

It integrates boxing techniques with the perception of imagery, using the will of martial arts as a bridge to connect the real and the illusory.

And all of this started with boxing.

Meanwhile, in some unknown underground world.

Li Xiao couldn't take it anymore. Qi Mu told him to calm down once again, but he couldn't calm down at all.

The other side was clearly trying to slack off, devouring the life force of a new demon nest underground, but refusing to come out and do any work.

He slowly stepped into a dark, secret room, clutching in his palm a small black beast statue that gleamed with an eerie light.

If Meng Chuan were here now, he would definitely recognize him.

It was the same person from the Summoning Temple who had previously ambushed him, holding the [Mountain Whisper] statue.

With a thought, Li Xiao dripped a drop of his essence into the gaping maw of fangs.

The entire statue trembled violently, turning into a viscous black paste that enveloped his arms.

The next moment, a certain consciousness connected with his nerves through the statue.

Li Xiao's temples throbbed. After thinking for a moment, he relayed Qi Mu's recent condition to its superior.

The master of a level-five demon nest, the ultimate fear of the Taihang Mountains [Mountain Whisper].

That's right, he decided to tattle.

The next morning, Meng Chuan prepared the nutrients to nourish his body and calmly began practicing boxing.

As dawn broke, Meng Chuan was already preparing his stance in the courtyard.

The force of the punches stirred the thin mist, and each strike resonated like thunder, pulling at the muscles and bones.

As the sun grew stronger, beads of sweat sank into the dust.

Unaware of his surroundings, he adhered to the Dao Heart Seed Demon Heart Method, and the Five Elements Fist Style resonated with the chaotic seeds of the world of imagery.

As dusk settled, his figure became a blur in the moonlight, the cycle of release and compression causing his body to emit a tremor that shook the heavens and earth.

As dawn broke, he abruptly stopped his attack, exhaling sharply, his eyes gleaming with intense light.

In the dawn light, the outline of the chaotic seed cast a faint shadow on reality.

At this moment, Meng Chuan felt a sense of transformation.

Within the primordial spirit, the thunder seed emitted an eerie light.

His martial will soared dramatically; if it were to materialize, it would seem to rise straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

The next second, the real world before his eyes shattered like a mirror.

The rocks transformed into flowing Qi, and a long river of silvery-white energy surged in the morning mist.

As his consciousness stirred, his body rose above the sky, seemingly riding the wind.

Looking down, the distant Mount Li resembled a giant dragon coiled around a mountain range.

His consciousness continued to sink deeper, and everything in his vision seemed to come alive, as if it were running and jumping, welcoming his arrival.

At this moment, Meng Chuan's martial arts will merged with the real world like a blazing flame.

Before my eyes, the Qi flowed and surged, the mountains transformed into giant dragons breathing, and all the plants and trees shone with spiritual light.

He remained steadfast in his resolve, continuing to practice the method of planting demons within his Dao heart.

As consciousness cleaved through the chaos like a knife, the seed symbolizing the ultimate yang thunder suddenly burst forth deep within the spiritual platform!
Its roots are deeply embedded in this world, and as it sprouts branches and leaves, it carries the vast energy into its body.

At this moment, Meng Chuan could clearly feel that his martial will had changed from before.

It is no longer vague and ethereal, but rather substantial and meaningful.

The martial will transformed into a long, bright chain, crawling and coiling within the body, causing the lightning seed to tremble and the dragon demon to coil into a cauldron.

With the tempering of will, it solidified from nothingness into a clear white liquid, and finally transformed into a spring within the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the sign of the nascent birth of the true qi source.

A sacred spring has appeared, and the energy is activated!
Having achieved his goal, Meng Chuan's physical body gradually began to feel uncomfortable.

Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be screaming, wanting to escape this surging "reality".

But the martial will transformed into a long, white chain, still firmly anchored to the spiritual platform.

The roots of the Thunder Seed greedily absorbed the boiling Qi between heaven and earth.

Until he looked up and saw the dome above.

At this moment, reality and truth are suddenly separated.

Meng Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't the sky, but countless wriggling, translucent "boundaries" that seemed to be something poking and prodding on the other side of the sky.

Like an anthill poked open by a child, two large black dots vaguely appeared at the boundary after a huge tremor. The next moment!
The black spot suddenly glowed with gold, like a pair of eerie, emotionless golden eyes.

"These are...the eyes of God?"

God?

Meng Chuan's body instantly stiffened, his hair stood on end, and even the dragon demon shrank into a thin line.

He had never seen such terrifying, indescribable eyes.

If you don't experience it in person, no matter how much others try to persuade you, you will never believe it.

At the same time, his will finally loosened, and he plummeted wildly with the true energy filling his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the moment of sinking or rebirth, what Meng Chuan saw was its slow rotation, as if in a moment.
Searching for something.
Meng Chuan's vision suddenly felt like the world was upside down, and his perspective shifted rapidly, as if he had been swept into a temporal turbulence.

The golden eyes in the sky, the flowing river of Qi, and the coiled mountain dragon all instantly distorted into blurry blocks of color.

His consciousness was as if it had been grasped by an invisible giant hand and thrown out from the cracks in the real world.

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The moment he came out, Meng Chuan was completely soaked.

In the courtyard.

Meng Chuan's gaze shifted from his consciousness back to himself.

He had no desire to do anything and simply rested on a large rock by the pool.

Reflecting on this trip, I find it hard to calm my emotions.

"Are those eyes testing everyone's martial will?"

Meng Chuan was genuinely a little scared. What kind of being was the owner behind those eyes?
The final image freezes, and the other person seems to be still searching for something.
Meng Chuan felt a tremor like an electric shock throughout his body.

Could this be me?
He had never found any information online about martial artists being able to see a pair of eyes in the sky when they entered the real world to sense their qi.

Moreover, if such a serious situation were to occur, Master Luo would definitely inform him in advance.

Therefore, the only possibility is that the other party specifically came from outside the border.

Are you searching for yourself?
What is it about him that the other person is looking for?
Compared to the other party, is one as weak as an ant's flesh?

Or was it his martial arts will, which was different from that of ordinary people?

Or perhaps it's because of the "Demon Seed in the Dao Heart" technique, or perhaps it's his greatest secret.
"Stop thinking about it. If that other person could come to the real world, I'd be dead by now."

At worst, I won't go anymore.

Just as Master Luo said, he would have no way to go there in the future, as 99.99% of martial artists cannot go.

Meng Chuan cautiously looked up at the sky, which was still clear and cloudless.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"It must be a hallucination. I need to calm down."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, snapping out of his reverie and forcing himself to stop thinking about those things.

He turned to check his haul.

When you spread your hands out, you can see a dark, gaseous substance flowing out, like demonic energy.

This is his "True Qi," which should have been generated by his martial will and drawn from his own sea of ​​consciousness—a pure white aura.

Ultimately, through the manipulation and manifestation of the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique, the black color appeared.
The black true energy coiled and swirled like a snake. He tentatively injected the true energy into the stone bricks under his feet, and the stone surface cracked silently.

Dense, fine needle marks seeped from the cracks. Then, I channeled my inner energy into my eyes, and my vision suddenly became clear and bright.

Through the cracks, Meng Chuan could even see the tracks of underground insects and ants crawling.

Why was Master Luo's true energy golden when it was activated by the [Primordial Spirit Thunder Seed Technique]?
In most cases, the outward color of true qi is related to the core method being practiced.

Meng Chuan had a guess that it might be his own will that had seen through the essence of the technique.

On the path of martial arts, everything irrational can be explained by "mutation".

Although the Thunder Seed is extremely powerful and yang, its cultivation method reveals a "demonic" nature.

The birth of black true energy is a unique product of the convergence of the physical body, imagery, and reality.

Then what about Master's golden true energy? Is it fake?

But the power couldn't be faked, and thinking about this, Meng Chuan was caught in a dilemma.
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After a short while of rest, Meng Chuan's discomfort gradually subsided.

He slowly straightened up, and that stubborn streak returned.
After much thought, I still couldn't figure it out, so I decided to go back to the original approach.

Boxing!

Incidentally, I will take the final step in breaking through to become a martial artist.

Breakthrough Celestial Being!

This step shouldn't be too difficult for me.

There's no time like the present; let's seize this moment, ride the wave of our energy, and soar straight to the heavens.

Inside the UN General Assembly, there is a special retreat room for martial arts breakthroughs.

Meng Chuan informed his master on his way there.

Upon hearing this, Luo Guanyun was immediately surprised and set off for Lishan.

As he flew through the sky, Luo Guanyun was filled with doubts.

"When did this kid get a fever? He didn't even say a word."

Just the other day, Meng Chuan asked himself what the real world is.

I never expected that I would break through the shackles and become a martial artist today. Truly swift and decisive!
"But it's for the best, to avoid any unforeseen complications."

After paying the fee for the seclusion room, Meng Chuan strode inside.

As he approached the end of his eighteenth year, he officially began his sprint toward becoming a martial artist.

(End of this chapter)