Transmigration begins with archery training

Wang Zhi stood before the vast army and conveyed His Majesty's instructions.

"The Tianshui Sect, the scoundrels of Kunxu, have poisoned the lives of the people, deceived our great Han, and attempted to invade the Divine Continent to plunder our land, leaving our fields overgrown with the poisonous weeds of the former dynasty. How can we tolerate this?!"

"Today, His Majesty personally led the heavenly soldiers and generals of our Immortal Dynasty to attack Tianshui and overthrow Kunxu!"

"Those who offend our mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished!"

"Beat the drums, advance!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amidst the earth-shaking sound of war drums, nearly two million heavenly soldiers and generals embarked on a long journey, disappearing into the wilderness and heading straight for the teleportation array.

"It's interesting."

Murong Buxu looked at the magnificent scene before him and said, "I have been in seclusion for many years. I had only heard that the Eastern Continent had refined a special national fortune that could give mortals the ability to kill immortals. Seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed true."

"With so many people, even using the teleportation array, it will probably take some time. In the meantime, the two of us can conserve our energy and await the final battle."

"Senior Murong."

Chen Sanshi took the initiative and said, "This junior has a request."

Murong Buxu said warmly, "You and I are allies in this battle, so please feel free to ask if there is anything I can help you with."

Chen Sanshi continued, "Recently, I have opened the Niwan Palace, but because I cannot comprehend the divine will, I have been unable to break through. I would like to ask you, senior, for some tips on the divine will."

"I don't need to elaborate on the common knowledge related to divine will."

Murong Buxu put his hands behind his back and said, "The so-called 'divine will' is actually the fusion with one's own martial arts philosophy. As for what that philosophy is, only you yourself probably know."

Chen Sanshi nodded.

It seems that outsiders really can't help much with this divine realm.

"But that's precisely why Divine Will Warriors are such rare and powerful individuals."

Murong Buxu slowly said, "Although I cannot help you integrate your own ideas, I can show you my own divine will, which may be of some help to you."

"But before that, I have a question I'd like to ask you."

Chen Sanshi said, "Please speak freely, senior."

Murong Buxu smiled and said, "I'd like to ask how you mastered your techniques to the extreme and comprehended supernatural powers?"

"Senior, you mean the ultimate supernatural power, right?"

Chen Sanshi said frankly, "Actually, it's not difficult. After I achieved some success in martial arts, I stopped being fixated on my natal weapon and instead practiced various weapons such as spears, swords, staffs, and axes. I cultivated each weapon to the level of a martial saint and then put it into actual combat."

"Through repeated life-and-death battles, he integrated all his life's learning with new insights, thus achieving ultimate supernatural powers."

"so……"

Murong Buxu asked with slight surprise, "You had already mastered over a hundred weapons before you even officially embarked on the path of cultivation?"

Chen Sanshi said, "There are more than a hundred kinds of weapons, but there should be more than a thousand martial arts manuals."

"I understand."

Murong Buxu suddenly realized, "Only when one is still a mortal can one better comprehend the true essence of martial arts. Once one's realm is high, one will become obsessed with lethality and thus neglect the importance of 'technique'. It seems that I will never be able to comprehend your martial arts prowess in this lifetime."

"However, on the other hand..."

"You were able to cultivate so many martial arts techniques when you were at the Martial Saint realm, and you weren't worried about wasting time, since True Strength Martial Artists don't increase their lifespan."

"In the end, I'm far inferior to you..."

"You flatter me, senior."

Chen Sanshi said, "I just have two good masters."

After becoming a Martial Saint, his master did not rush him to break through, but instead gave him a large number of strange and wonderful techniques, allowing him to master them. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to achieve the ultimate divine power.

"Besides Mu Chutai, you have another master? Someone who can teach a disciple like you must be a respectable martial artist."

"Alright, now it's my turn to share some experience from someone who's been there."

The metal pen-spear appeared in Murong Buxu's palm. He gently stroked the pen and slowly said, "I was born in the Chaos Sea, in a mortal court."

"I have been studying painting since I was a child. At the age of seven, I was already a famous child prodigy painter in the surrounding area."

"At the age of twelve, I became famous throughout the world with a painting of eight horses. In the same year, I was summoned to the palace by the emperor to paint a portrait of the imperial concubine, and as a result, I was inexplicably drawn into a struggle."

"In this struggle, all my family and friends died, and I could only watch helplessly as I barely survived."

"From that time on, I realized that painting was useless, so I turned to martial arts."

"only……

"As an artist by training, I have continued my painting habits even in martial arts. I subconsciously plan ahead and habitually take control of everything."

"Therefore, fellow Daoist, my 'divine will' is the 'power of heaven and earth in unison,' and my domain is what I call—the painting of mountains and rivers!"

The words fell.

Murong Buxu's brush suddenly hummed. With an extremely casual stroke, the tip of his brush tore the void silently, like fragile rice paper being torn apart by a brush tip soaked in thick ink.

A thick, impenetrable ink mark appeared out of thin air, then spread and engulfed the entire world as if it had landed on rice paper, instantly covering the whole area.

Chen Sanshi felt a blur before his eyes, as if he had fallen into a giant ink pool. The solid ground beneath his feet, the azure sky above his head, and the distant, continuous mountain ranges—everything familiar—faded, distorted, and dissolved in an instant!

Once his vision returned to normal, he found himself in another world.

In this world, there are no different colors, only black and white.

What flowed beneath Chen Sanshi's feet was an endless expanse of ink-black ocean, as if someone had poured boundless ink into the sea, turning it black.

Above his head was a pale, blank sky, as white as freshly cut Xuan paper, with only a few pale gray water stains spreading out, like wet tear stains.

In the distance, several solitary peaks, outlined in pure ink, stand suspended in mid-air, their sharp edges bearing the unique shading of ink painting, lifeless and rugged.

For an instant.

He felt as if he were inside a landscape painting.

This……

That is the domain of a martial artist at the Divine Intent Realm!

Murong Buxu stood at the center of this black and white world, his green robe fluttering in the windless, ink-black sky. The pen-spear in his hand, flowing with a cold light, became the only source of light in this world.

He slowly stepped forward, his body and the ancient treasure transforming into a pool of black ink, merging into the endless ocean of darkness, disappearing without a trace.

"Shh-"

On the sea surface, a wisp of ink surged forth, condensing into a sword-like blade in the void, piercing straight towards the face.

Chen Sanshi raised his spear to parry.

The moment the sword touched the blade, the user felt a terrifying force of law, and was forced to retreat hundreds of miles, crashing into several dark mountains before finally coming to a stop.

Before he could catch his breath, a second sword strike descended from the sky, followed by a third, a fourth...

These attacks were troublesome enough, but what Chen Sanshi found unbelievable was that he couldn't pinpoint Murong Buxu's location at all.

Or perhaps, every blade of grass and every tree in the entire domain was transformed from Murong Buxu, and he completely became the law of this small world!