Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 147 The eighth human race meeting!
As for the 2.9 million reserve cultivators, there are all kinds of cultivation levels among them. The strong ones have reached the peak of Xuanxian and are only half a step away from Jinxian. The weak ones have just stepped into Zhonghuang Mountain and are still children who have not yet practiced.

At this moment, everyone was looking at Jiang Haofeng with anticipation on their faces. The ancestor's preaching only occurs once every ten thousand years and is extremely precious. Moreover, the ancestor is well versed in martial arts and extremely powerful. He is the strongest person in Zhonghuang Mountain's martial arts. As long as they can get a glimpse of him, they will be able to greatly improve their strength!

Jiang Haofeng glanced at everyone and started preaching without saying much.

"What is martial arts? A martial artist fights against heaven and earth!"

"..."

As Jiang Haofeng began to speak, a mysterious light rose from his body. A powerful martial arts aura gathered around him, and an unparalleled fighting spirit to fight against heaven and earth rose up.

A mighty fighting spirit swept out, sweeping across the entire Zhonghuang Mountain in an instant. Everyone was immersed in the fighting spirit, and they felt the blood rushing around their bodies and the fighting spirit surging in their bodies. All their worries were thrown behind their heads, and their physical condition was extremely good.

The fighting spirit in the bodies of three million cultivators rose, echoing the mighty fighting spirit in Jiang Haofeng's body. For a moment, the entire Zhonghuang Mountain was filled with endless fighting spirit, like an ancient battlefield.

Jiang Haofeng's voice of preaching sounded, starting from the orthodox way of martial arts, from the mortal realm, all the way to the realm of Daluo Jinxian, and then talked about the seventy-two side doors of martial arts, the seventy-two side doors, explaining them one by one.

A thousand years passed quietly, and with the completion of the explanation of the last side martial art, this sermon was finally over.

Martial arts are not static, but are in constant development. When Jiang Haofeng first established martial arts, it took him three hundred years to complete the teachings on profound skills, magical powers, and the will to fight. But now Jiang Haofeng is emphasizing martial arts again, and it will take another thousand years.

In fact, martial arts are constantly expanding, but most of the expansions are branches and leaves, the lower parts. When it comes to a high level, there is basically no innovation.

It’s not that Jiang Haofeng and the human race lack understanding, it’s mainly because the upper-level supporting magical powers are already very complete.

The orthodox martial arts were passed down from the Wu Clan, who learned them from the great god Pangu. The Nine Revolutions Profound Art and the Nine Magical Powers have already reached perfection, and it is difficult to find room for innovation.

The same goes for the seventy-two side doors. Each of them comes from a powerful Daluo Golden Immortal, and the corresponding magical powers have also been deduced. It’s okay at the lower level, but with thousands of changes, all of them lead to the main road.

But when you reach a high level, the closer you are to the great way, the more things tend to be the same, and it becomes increasingly difficult to innovate.

The martial arts of the human race reached its peak at the very beginning, and it has been difficult to make any major developments. Perhaps someone can become a saint through martial arts and walk out of a different path from the great god Pangu, and then martial arts can usher in new developments and reach a new peak!

However, even with the current martial arts, the human race has not yet fully utilized them, and development is a matter for the future.

The current Nine Tribulations Martial Arts Scripture has been deduced to the eighth level. Once it is mastered, it will be the peak of quasi-saint, the strongest among the saints.

The strongest of the human race now is only at the peak of the Golden Immortal, which is the sixth level. He is still a long way from the eighth level. He hasn't even finished learning, let alone innovation.

After the sermon, Jiang Haofeng waved his hand and said, "This sermon is over. Everyone, go back and meditate on it!"

"Thank you, ancestor, for teaching me the Dharma!"

The 300,000 human races immediately bowed and saluted, then dispersed one by one and returned to the eight urban areas of the outer city of Nuwa City.

The elders of the human race also returned to their respective residences.

In a blink of an eye, only a few human elders were left. Haoying and the others were just about to greet Jiang Haofeng and return to their respective residences. Jiang Haofeng took the lead and said, "Everyone stay."

"I want to convene a meeting of the human race. Please come to the ancestral pavilion to attend the meeting." Everyone was slightly stunned, and then without hesitation, they nodded and said, "Okay!"

The twenty-five elders moved and transformed into twenty-five rays of mysterious light that rose up and landed on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain.

Jiang Haofeng raised his hand and the golden bell hanging next to the ancestral pavilion vibrated silently. The bells on the waists of the elders also vibrated. Jiang Haofeng led the elders into the ancestral pavilion and waited for the arrival of the elders of Xianmai.

Ten days later, all the twenty-four elders of the Xianmai clan except Xuandu arrived.

Seeing that everyone was gathered, Jiang Haofeng's eyes flashed with a golden light, and he said:

"Brothers, I'm here to talk to you about something. I want to hear your suggestions."

The eyes of the other forty-eight human elders immediately fell on Jiang Haofeng's face, waiting for Jiang Haofeng's next words.

Facing everyone's gaze, Jiang Haofeng said: "In the hidden veins, there are now more than 100,000 Golden Immortal cultivators!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thoughtful look appeared on the faces of the elders of the Hidden Vein Clan. It seemed that Haofeng's convening of a clan meeting this time was related to the Hidden Vein Golden Immortal.

Compared to the hidden vein elders, the visible vein elders instantly widened their eyes and looked at Jiang Haofeng in disbelief.

How many?

One hundred thousand golden immortals!!!

Is the power of the hidden vein so strong?

The twenty-four elders of the visible veins are in charge of the twenty-four tribes of the human race. In the recent tens of thousands of meetings, they have rarely returned to Zhonghuang Mountain. Their understanding of the situation of the hidden veins is still the same as before. When they heard it now, they were instantly shocked.

One hundred thousand, this is a Golden Immortal, not a Mysterious Immortal!
Not even a real immortal!
A golden immortal who is immortal, as old as the heaven and earth, and as long-lived as the sun and the moon!

There are so many clans and tribes in the Manifest Vein, and the total number of Golden Immortals added together is probably only about 40,000 to 50,000. So, everyone knew that the strength of the Manifest Vein was already very good, but they did not expect that the strength of the Hidden Vein was even stronger, directly doubled!
"Haofeng, are you telling the truth?" Suiren, who was standing beside him, moved his throat and asked.

"Of course!" Jiang Haofeng said with a smile.

Dachao next to him moved his mind, and the spiritual consciousness of the peak Daluo Jinxian instantly covered the entire Zhonghuang Mountain, and the situation of the human race's hidden veins also appeared in Dachao's mind.

Looking at the mighty momentum in Nuwa City, Dachao showed a look of surprise on his face and praised: "Amazing!"

A group of Xianmai clan elders released their spiritual senses one after another, looking at the grand scene in Zhonghuang Mountain, with surprise and surprise showing on their faces.

With such strength, even in the time of the Lich-War Tribulation, it would probably be able to influence part of the war situation. Looking back to the time when the two tribes were at their most prosperous, the number of Golden Immortals in the tribe was only over one million. Now, the number of Golden Immortals in the hidden veins is already one-tenth of the two tribes in the past.

For a moment, an unprecedented feeling of surprise surged in their hearts. The hidden vein was so powerful that it gave them reassurance. If things really didn't work, they still had the hidden vein!
The strength of the hidden vein is enough to protect the visible vein!

Until this moment, everyone suddenly had a deeper understanding of the words on the stone tablet standing on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain.

The heritage of the Guardian race will never end, and the flame of the Guardian race will never be extinguished!
(End of this chapter)