With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 316 A Hundred Years of Solitude: Using Emotion as a Blade, Severing Oneself to Prove the Dao! (Two Chapters Combined)

In the instant he fell into the water, Meng Chuan shouted:
"Next time, dare you give me a gun too!"

My vision is blurring, and even with my eyes wide open, I can't see Qi Shuai's reaction.

The gurgling seawater completely submerged our vision.

After returning, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in the courtyard.

While recalling everything that had just happened, he prepared to practice the mental techniques.

A breath of stale air escaped Meng Chuan's mind, which raced through his thoughts.

His last words when he was in the world of imagery.

On the surface, it was his way of venting his frustration at being beaten in various ways each time he came in before he died.

In reality, Meng Chuan was "testing" the "world of imagery".

Previously, he had always believed that it was an imagined scene constructed from his own mind, combining Qi Jiguang's Long Fist and the effects of the [Reverse Observation Pattern] trait.

Therefore, before entering today, Meng Chuan had already given himself a lot of mental preparation.

Give me a gun, change the scene, or something like that.

Unfortunately, they all failed in the end.

He then fixed his gaze on the only person in the scene, Commander Qi.

If the world of imagination cannot be changed by one's own will.

Therefore, the only one who can change all of this is very likely the other party.

After the previous scene transitions involving fighting Japanese pirates on the riverbank, Meng Chuan has always believed that:
The world of imagery is not a mechanical, inanimate object, but rather a "living" entity that evolves on its own.

From fighting Japanese pirates on the riverbank to being attacked on the reefs, he had no initiative whatsoever in participating.

The only one who could drive all these changes was, in his eyes, the agile and lifelike Marshal Qi!
at the same time.

Meng Chuan also speculated that some of his behaviors during his evolution in the world of imagery might have played a certain role in promoting it.

This wasn't the first time he'd asked the other party for a gun, but they'd never given it to him.

Because his previous "behaviors" in the world of imagination all resulted in him being taken down within a few shots.

Meng Chuan speculated that this performance was insufficient to drive evolution.

Today is different. He dodged more than thirty shots from Commander Qi, and his behavior was very different from before.

Perhaps, this world can indeed undergo some changes again.

Just like he had been by the river before, fighting with a long fist and a broadsword.

After mastering the techniques of using fists and feet to fight against long weapons, the entire scene transformed into this underwater world.

This conjecture is precisely to understand its full picture, so that we can become the true "master" of this world.

Just like the previous Five Elements Universe, which transformed into the Five Elements Returning to the Origin Seed.

Meng Chuan had a premonition that this was probably the correct path to break through the limitations of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist.

He therefore speculated that such a difficult ancient martial arts technique, regardless of whether someone optimizes it later, is still relevant.

It is very likely that one will need to complete the full understanding of the martial art in the world of imagination before one can break through the limits.

In terms of the difficulty of cultivation alone, this boxing style, as a first-class ancient martial art that has never been improved by anyone, is even more difficult than the Five Elements Universe.

From chaotic days to fighting alone with a sword and then honing his skills with a spear.

What is its true meaning?
Meng Chuan couldn't quite understand it for a moment, and he probably needed to endure more beatings before he could gradually comprehend it.

He snapped out of his daze and looked at the control panel.

After returning from Chencang, Qi Jiguang began to practice his Long Fist style with a spear in his mind, but his progress was as slow as a tortoise.

[Qi Jiguang's Thirty-Two Forms of Long Fist: Mastery (36%)]

After all this time, my proficiency only increased by 4%.

Without a permanent certificate, Meng Chuan would be lucky to avoid regressing.
He pondered:

"It seems his [Battle Spirit] trait, which breaks through limits, is quite remarkable."

Just as a single certificate serves as eternal proof for the National Righteous Boxing, the fragrance of plum blossoms lingers—

Bitter cold is coming!
Just take it one step at a time. He's not afraid of dying in the world of imagination. As long as there's progress, he'll be willing to die nine times over without regret.

Coming to his senses, he looked inward again and found only a faint flame remaining in his sea of ​​consciousness.

I noticed as soon as I entered the imagery that the key to the [Extreme Cold World] in my mind was gone.

Meng Chuan pondered to himself:

"Will it disappear completely after three days?"

The reason he firmly believed that Commander Qi was "alive" was that the crane had disappeared from his imagined world three days ago.
Having been stunned by the big gun earlier, Meng Chuan originally intended to go to the extreme cold world to practice the Water Flow Fist and relax after recovering his spirits.

But once inside, all that remained in the vast expanse of land was a glacier.

Even when practicing the Water Flow Fist, one cannot gain any enlightenment or blessing.

Upon inspection today, it was discovered that even the key was missing, making it completely impossible to enter.

Sensing the outside world, Lao Xu was calling him to go eat.

Throughout the journey, Meng Chuan remained completely baffled.

Where did my crane and "key" go?

Meanwhile, on Mount Longhu, at the Xuantan Hall.

As Master Ziyang broke through the fifth major limit, he was crowned as [True Lord Ziyang].

The entire Xuantan Hall naturally became his exclusive Taoist temple.

He stands in the center of the hall in a standing meditation posture. Even though he is a noble lord, he still has to practice this standing meditation posture, not even for a second.

Sensing the unbridled outpouring of icy true intent within the nearby [Shouzhen Hall].

He slightly opened his mouth, and his words reached the mind of that aloof figure in the side hall.

Luo Qin stopped his stance and stood up, looking at the "Crane Immortal Soaring Through the Clouds" beast king painting that his master had borrowed from him on the wall.

After more than half a month of seclusion, I have finally broken through today!
Its eyes suddenly opened, and a pair of "phantom wings" made entirely of ice crystals floated on its back.

An intense cold enveloped the entire body, and the water stains under the eaves and corners crackled as they were instantly frozen into streaks of ice.

This is his aura, and also the rising and sinking momentum after the transformation of his Baihui point!

He wasted almost half a month practicing the Beastmaster build again, but thankfully, he finally re-established contact with Crane Immortal.
But Lochin was also curious about one thing: where had Crane Fairy gone before, and why had she disappeared?
Stepping out of the Shouzhen Hall, I saw my master standing in the center of the altar.

Locsin stepped forward to greet him, and then raised his question.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and said:

"The Crane Immortal is a manifestation of the spirit in the Beast King painting; it is neither real nor fake, neither true nor false."

When you were defeated in the Northern Alliance battle, your mind was in turmoil, and you lost your connection with the crane. It naturally retreated into the painting.

Now that you have a pure and clear heart, you use the Beast King painting as a guide to reconnect with the true meaning within the painting.

Crane Immortal sensed a compatible energy flow and then reappeared in human form.

Luo'er remembers well that the Beast King Diagram is the true foundation of my Pictographic School. Its mystery lies in recognizing the Qi (vital energy) rather than the master.

If the heart is not sincere, the spirit will dissipate; if the mind is not focused, the body will perish.

"Yes, Master."

Lochin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The principles of martial arts were far too vast for him, a martial arts master of limited abilities.

But in any case, what Master said makes sense.

He Xian was indeed in a bad mood after his defeat, so it was reasonable for him to leave.

Thinking about this, I felt the powerful sensation brought about by the change in the first major acupoint.

A fire called fighting spirit surged again in Lochin's chest.

He was full of confidence and wanted to challenge Meng Chuan to another match; he would be unwilling to give up without winning.

True Lord Ziyang sighed and said:
"Luo'er, you've been in seclusion for too long. Take a look at the news, the one from June 1st."

"What brings you here, Master?"

Lochin was puzzled, but he still turned on the computer and started browsing.

[Nineteen-year-old martial artist Meng Chuan achieves legendary status in a single battle! The fate of the United University's Martial Arts lineage is finally decided!]

He understood; Meng Chuan had accomplished another great feat while he was in seclusion.

But so what?
The Martial Arts True Inheritance and the Celestial Master's Mansion [Heavenly Pivot Leader] have the same status, both being the top students of the same age.

He had reserved the position of chief of the Celestial Master's Mansion six months in advance, so there was no need to compete with others.

The coronation ceremony can be held on the summer solstice, the day of the highest yang energy, which is June 21st.

These ancient and powerful factions have completely different rules and regulations from those of the new era's Four-Party Alliance.

Its chief executive has always been predetermined since the old days.

Take the Celestial Master's Mansion as an example.

The opinions were recommended by the elders of Longhu Mountain and finally summarized by the "Celestial Master" in charge.

After discussions with the previous "Celestial Master," the final decision was made.

From a certain perspective, this is also a "bad habit".

Regardless of the students from other branches of the Celestial Master's Mansion, no matter how talented they are.

If one cannot reach the ears of the emperor, all efforts will ultimately be in vain.
Thinking of this, Lochin couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.

All your scrambling and fighting for it is nothing more than taking something out of a bag for yourselves!
He casually clicked on the video link below the news article, ready to take a look.

In just over three minutes, Locsin was stunned.

His mind fluctuated with Wu Hong's circumstances.

In the end, Meng Chuan transformed into a "terrifying figure" and swiftly defeated his opponent.

Lochin couldn't help but smile wryly.

"It seems that during that battle, I didn't even have the right to let my opponent go all out."

After watching the video again, Lochin felt his resolve crumble.

The tiger-shaped expert on the other side must be at least a person with three or more extraordinary abilities.

He certainly couldn't withstand those last few shots, let alone the monster that was utterly dominating him.
Thinking of this, he had just emerged from seclusion, but now he wanted to go back into seclusion again.
Lochin thought about it and made up his mind.

We don't need that ethereal, fairy-like image; "powerful and strong" is the only truth!
"Master, I want to practice hard skills!"

That night, at 2:30 a.m.

The outskirts of Yong'an.

On the road to Lishan, the old man with the cedar tree moved with lightning speed.

He leaped over a hundred meters in one stride and sped toward the northern foothills.

On the way, Meng Chuan's five senses—ears, nose, and mouth—were all activated.

The will to martial arts is as ethereal as a gentle breeze, entwining the vegetation along the way.

"Nothing is obstructed."

Passing through the dense forest, lightly touching the rock face with their feet, their figures darted down into the valley like ghosts.

For some reason, the valley was shrouded in mist.

Meng Chuan looked up at the moon, only seeing scattered shadows on the rugged rocks at the bottom of the valley.

He used his inner energy to dash around the valley entrance once more.

After confirming that no one was around, they returned to the bottom of the valley.

The sinister old man's cold laughter echoed from the bottom of the valley:
"Hehehe, this place is wonderful!"

"cough cough"

Meng Chuan withdrew his role-playing thoughts and sat cross-legged deep in the valley.

The night was dappled with shadows, and his thoughts were just as uncertain.

Meng Chuan had previously learned about the basic common knowledge of demonic arts through the dark web.

They can be broadly divided into three categories, the first of which is the current mainstream of demonic cultivation, bestowed by the Heavenly Demon.

The most ethereal and elusive concept in the Great Chu is the Heavenly Demon, who bestows so-called "divine skills."

It's used as a means to win over those with wavering resolve. The power gained in this way is superficial, and backlash from demonic arts is commonplace.

It can even exploit people layer by layer, like casting a spell.

Once a cultivation manual is passed down, the life and death of those in lower positions are entirely in the hands of the person who passed it down.

Only by providing emotional nourishment to those in power can one prolong one's existence.

Taking the demonic forces of the Great Chu as an example, the Demon Summoning Palace is a typical example.

99% of the people within it practice demonic arts of this kind, which they call the "sublimation" advancement system.

Furthermore, due to the nature of this magical skill, it is easy to learn and quick to show results.

Therefore, the Demon Summoning Hall is the largest among the three major demonic organizations, and its demonic flames are rampant.

The second type of demonic art originated from some martial arts geniuses who "went astray," proclaiming that their fate was in their own hands, not in the heavens, and combined the techniques bestowed by the Heavenly Demon with their own optimization and improvement.

In the early stages, this type of exercise has few side effects, but there is still a slight risk of backlash.

Furthermore, as one's cultivation level increases, the risk of backlash gradually rises, and the side effects become more and more obvious.

For example, the "Blood Training" method allows low-level martial artists to use the blood of livestock such as cattle, sheep, and pigs.

As one's cultivation level increases, one progresses from an ordinary person to a martial artist, then to a martial arts master, and finally to someone who dedicates themselves to the cause.
It's not just about training the blood.

All such demonic arts ultimately refine themselves and offer themselves to the Heavenly Demon; this seems to be the common destiny of every demonic martial artist who cultivates this path.

This is also the fundamental reason why the demonic path had no top-tier combat power in the era of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

The last one is the so-called "orthodox demonic path".

Such as the ancient demonic arts that Meng Chuan had in mind, like the Tortoise Shell Spirit Platform Demon Seed, which have existed since ancient times.

He also did not know why it had spread to the island nation.
"Xu Fu or Jianzhen sailing east?"

If that's true, then the transfer was quite skillful; the demonic power was successfully transferred.
Such demonic arts are extremely rare, practiced only by a very few long-time "old demons".

The Great Chu government launched a top-level crackdown and a complete ban, so no one dared to possess the original cultivation technique and make copies to circulate it.

Such demonic arts are analogous to ancient martial arts, and their cultivation is inherently dangerous, lacking any of their original essence.

Even if you practice with a copy of the book, it's no different from courting death.

Within the Great Chu, such demonic arts are mostly concentrated in the hands of the so-called "high-ranking figures of the demonic path."

He also became a disciple of some powerful demons.

After being exploited layer by layer, the people below turned to the demons.

The flesh becomes nourishment for these people who are favored by "God".

The book in his mind was titled "The Demon Seed in the Spirit Platform: The Chapter of Fear".

The tortoise shell only records the introductory method of this technique.

That is, how to gather the "seeds of fear".

It is worth noting that the entry into this method relies entirely on the concentration of one's own mental energy.

Unlike common demonic arts, it does not require killing or plundering others to cultivate.

Judging from this part alone, although the name of the technique contains the word "demon".

However, its cultivation method is fundamentally different from traditional demonic arts.

The tortoise shell did not record any details about the subsequent cultivation practices.

Meng Chuan speculated that the complete technique might need to be combined with the Thunder Seed, namely the [Dao Heart], to unleash its true power.

The version currently used by those in the demonic path is likely a product of "optimization" by some "brilliant" individuals in later generations.

By transforming the fears of others into resources and planting "demonic seeds" in subordinates, they achieve the goal of controlling life and death and plundering nourishment.

His master's previous experience taught him that the Dao Heart is the Thunder Seed, and it can also control those who cultivate demonic seeds.

The demonic seed in the spiritual platform can essentially become resources for the Dao heart.

Because the spiritual platform and the primordial spirit are originally one, and the Dao heart is also located within it.

Even if his prediction was wrong and the [Fear Chapter] could not be fully integrated with the Demon Seed of the Dao Heart, it would not cause any disturbance to his body.

This is the real reason why he decided to practice this method and was fearless.

He thought to himself:

"In any case, taking this first step was almost risk-free for me."

If they cannot be integrated, let the Dao Heart devour them, or they will simply become decorations on the panel.

Meng Chuan would not do anything without being certain of success.

Having thought it through, I began my formal cultivation, silently reciting the incantation in my mind:

"Take the divine as your field, and your thoughts as your seeds. Contemplate your own fear, seeking nothing externally, not even devouring living beings, but solely tempering the malevolent intent within your heart."

He looked inward at his limbs and bones, his martial will like a sharp blade, splitting off a segment of spiritual power that surged toward his chest and spiritual center.

As his cultivation progressed, Meng Chuan discovered that the method of "spiritual differentiation" was becoming increasingly important.

It is also an indispensable step in practicing this technique.

Fortunately, he had already mastered the technique, so he didn't show any weakness here.

He understood this after he entered the realm of martial arts and his mental strength was enhanced.

All human emotions, whether joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, are manifestations of the fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Ordinary people have limited mental capacity, so little that it cannot be called "mental strength".

Only in a few extreme cases will a faint divine power emerge.

When this extreme emotion is amplified into "godhood," this spiritual power becomes the sustenance for the celestial demons.

This is why the government emphasizes that ordinary people should maintain a stable mindset and avoid drastic emotional fluctuations.

Just like when Meng Chuan was outside Tongjia Lane, the demon didn't kill him immediately, but instead "tortured" him repeatedly, leading him to the alley entrance.

Meng Chuan's emotions fluctuated too little, so the other party wanted to use the tragic scene in Tongjia Lane to stimulate his spiritual power to emerge, thereby devouring and nourishing it.

But his god was too weak at the time, and the demon ultimately failed.

There's nothing I can do; it's a congenital defect.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan continued to explore and search within his spiritual power, following the instructions of the cultivation method.

The rest of the steps went smoothly because the difficulty of getting started was far less than that of true martial arts skills.

However, the step of "contemplating one's own fear" gets stuck.

Looking back on the past, recalling all the perilous situations he had faced, he tried to summon a trace of fear from his spiritual power.

As time passed, the fear that accumulated from the "source of fear" could not be drawn from God no matter what.

Meng Chuan pondered deeply, even recalling the horror movies he had watched in his previous life, but felt nothing.
Whether it's a physical zombie or a spirit or ghost from an island nation.

He could blow up an entire reinforced company with a single punch, so the word "fear" simply didn't exist for him.

As for life and death, Meng Chuan felt nothing.

This is partly due to his personality, although his current actions tend to be unscrupulous.

But deep down, he was still a "brute" who knew no fear.

On the other hand, aside from the advancement in martial arts, there is the increase in lifespan brought about by physical mutations.

Based solely on the first function of "one certificate for life," it leaves no trace of time.

Meng Chuan felt that he could easily live to be three or four hundred years old.
Having come this far, he had no choice but to commit a heinous act.
He fell silent, silently thinking about how his relatives and friends were passing away one after another.
I closed my eyes and let my mind sink into the long river of memories.

In a daze, familiar faces greeted me, appearing and then fading away.
Time is like a knife, carving away life piece by piece.

In my mind, I return to Yong'an hundreds of years later.

The teachers at Ping An Middle School were enthusiastically recounting "that legendary martial arts figure from back then."

The students in the audience, however, listened to it as if it were a myth.

He stood at the back of the crowd, and no one recognized that this young face was the protagonist of the story.
The names of the relatives and friends who once shared drinks and laughter are now mostly eroded by wind and rain on their tombstones.

My comrades who once fought side by side have long since turned into a handful of dust.

Everything familiar has become cold, printed words in history books.
In the end, he was the only one left in the entire world who lived forever.

His descendants no longer recognized him, and his close friends have all turned to dust.
Immortality became the cruelest curse.

At that moment, Meng Chuan felt a true sense of fear in his solitude.

Consciousness wandered in endless loneliness, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest.

A wisp of gray mist-like energy was drawn from the depths of the spirit, coiling upwards like a venomous snake.

He could clearly feel his heart racing, and his blood running slightly cold with fear.

The gray mist gradually solidified, eventually transforming into a seed covered with strange patterns.

It trembled uneasily under the light of the Dao Heart Thunder, and was forcibly anchored in the corner of the Spirit Platform.

The gray mist gradually dissipated from the body surface, drifting and swirling around, filling the surrounding environment with a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

Om-!
As his aura expanded outward, his martial will transformed into an invisible hand, like the universe within his palm, abruptly gathering all the strange phenomena around him.

Another set of mysterious text condensed on the mental panel.

He looked at the panel; the mission was accomplished!

In the core law section, another law has been added.

[Demon Seed in the Dao Heart - Fear Chapter: Awaiting Fusion]

Meng Chuanxin was overjoyed, realizing that his assumptions were entirely correct.

The so-called "Nine Chapters on Planting Demons in the Spiritual Platform" is precisely the nine missing techniques in the "Fundamental Chapter on Planting Demons in the Dao Heart".

In the darkness, Meng Chuanming understood the method of fusion.

Stir your mind and drag this method to the "True Heart Seeds Demons - Fundamental Chapter".

A flood of related insights surged into Meng Chuan's mind.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot.

With palms, soles, and even the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head facing upwards, the five centers of the body face the sky.

After regulating his breathing and concentrating his mental energy, Meng Chuan focused his mind on his spiritual platform.

The Dao Heart Thunder Seed emitted an invisible righteous energy, like a spider web, wrapping the gray mist seed in the corner layer by layer.

The demonic patterns gradually dissolved, slowly being devoured by the Dao Heart.

As the last wisp of gray mist was transformed, a dark purple pattern appeared around the Dao Heart Void, which emitted a pale blue aura.

The text on the panel, titled "[The Demon Seed in the Heart of the Dao - Chapter of Fear]", trembled violently.

The six words "[Have you mastered it?]" quietly emerged.

"It's inevitable, let's merge!"

In an instant, a bright light shone from my mind!
Within his body, fine demonic patterns appeared on the surface of his Dao Heart.

The seed of fear swelled and clashed within it, and as yin and yang intertwined, a faint, piercing thunderous sound could be heard.

Dao Xin was influencing Meng Chuan's will and perseverance, causing them to clash and merge with each other.

During this process, Meng Chuan felt a strange power gathering around his body.

This is the essence of the method: capturing the powerful force hidden in the body and mind amidst the clash of contradictions!

While working outside the body, Meng Chuan was also busy.

The demonic energy, which had not been seen for a long time, was unleashed in a wild and unrestrained manner, forming a terrifying aura that could not be described.

As the integration neared its end, his momentum and will gradually increased, and he gained some insight:
Fear is not weakness, but the courage to face loneliness and loss.

True power comes from accepting emotional contradictions, taking the Dao as the foundation, and transforming fear into the fuel for tempering the spirit.

The Daoist mind is Yang, while the nine emotional forces are Yin.

The collision of Yin and Yang gives rise to potential that transcends limits.

The beauty of this method lies in grasping the overall situation with a grand and sweeping perspective, and in controlling the nine emotional forces.

[Use emotion as a blade to sever oneself and prove the Way!]
In the quiet, deserted night, Meng Chuan's mind gradually transcended worldly concerns. He roamed freely at the bottom of the valley, an invisible magnetic field controlling everything, with mountain winds and vegetation accompanying him wherever he went.

Once my emotions had been released, a notification happened to pop into my head.

[Demon Seed in the Dao Heart: First Layer (90%) - Awaiting Breakthrough]

[Limit-Breaking Trait: ?]

"Completeness of the technique (55+5%)"

(End of this chapter)