Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 209 Only a thousand horses
The Sea of ​​Consciousness, the Taiji Heavenly Palace.

The Taoist's primordial spirit was deeply embedded in a huge Tai Chi diagram, his body half-sunken into the cracks, his eyes gazing blankly at the dim sky above.

The black and white yin-yang fish, which were originally constantly flowing, were now still as if they were dead, and the spiritual light around them was dim, faintly revealing an aura of decay.

Not far away, the Tyrant's primordial spirit and the puppet figure stood at the edge of the Tai Chi martial arts arena, staring down at the palm print indentation on the ground that covered the entire arena.

The edges of the pit were charred and cracked, and it was several feet deep.

The two still felt a chill run down their spines and their legs trembled slightly as they recalled the terrifying sight of the colossal hand that had blotted out the sky and caused the heavens and earth to collapse.

Fortunately, this space of consciousness is extremely mysterious and seems to have some kind of mysterious connection with the chat group of all heavens.

Although the three celestial palaces are located in the same realm, they are independent of each other, like three isolated islands that do not interfere with each other.

The tremor of Taiji Heavenly Palace did not affect the others; otherwise, these two primordial spirits would probably have also been struck by the palm.

"Boss, are you alright?"

The puppet hopped and skipped into the pit, approached the Taoist's primordial spirit, and poked his blank face with its little hand.

Seeing that he didn't react, the puppet got anxious and grabbed his collar, shaking it violently: "Quack! War Maniac Boss, don't scare me! I'm still waiting for you to carry me, Boss! Boss!!"

He shook it vigorously, and the Taoist's primordial spirit's head swayed back and forth like a rattle drum, but its empty eyes remained lifeless.

"Stop shaking him, or his soul will scatter." The tyrant's primordial spirit stood by the pit, hands behind his back.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that the Taoist's primordial spirit was unharmed.

He was just like Sun Wukong, thinking himself invincible, but he was slapped to the ground by Buddha and couldn't even be dug out.

It's just that his mentality has collapsed and his Daoist heart has been shattered.

"I think I've found the way," the Taoist's primordial spirit suddenly spoke.

He continued to stare intently at the sky; if the three of them hadn't been of one mind, they probably would have mistaken his whispered words for a hallucination.

After a long while, the Taoist's primordial spirit, having finally sorted out his thoughts, sat up from the ground, wiped his face, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it was once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru. Without the reversal of yin and yang to forge it, how could it not be tempered by water and fire to hon its sharpness?"

"The Triple Rebirth is lacking not only 'God,' but also the method of proving the Dao. Whether or not one has reached perfection depends entirely on one's own feelings, so it would be strange if problems didn't arise."

"So?" The tyrant's primordial spirit raised an eyebrow, seemingly lost in thought.

"The three calamities are severe!" The Taoist's primordial spirit turned to look at him and said in a deep voice:

"First, the lightning tribulation tempers the bones and flesh, using lightning to scorch the skin and flesh, and thunder to vibrate the tendons and bones, refining the limbs and the entire body. Only then can the first level be considered truly achieved."

Then comes the Yin Fire, which refines the internal organs, starting from the Yongquan acupoint and burning straight through to the Niyuan Palace, scorching the five internal organs and six bowels. The internal organs turn to ash; those that can be reborn will survive, while those that cannot will die.

Finally, there is the torrent of wind, which blows in through the fontanelle, passes through the dantian, and pierces the nine orifices. Only by enduring it without dissipating on its own, and by undergoing three stages of reverse rebirth, can one truly say they have completed the journey.

He calmly recounted the 'Three Calamities to Attain Enlightenment' method, his tone serene and unwavering.

The puppet figure felt a chill run down its spine, its eyes widening like saucers:
"The Three Calamities? Even Sun Wukong in Journey to the West had to avoid them, and you, instead of suffering, went and chased after them!"

"Boss, you're not cultivating the Reverse Life Triple Stage, you're cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, right? Does it lead to physical sainthood in the end?!"

Although he would never touch this path, that doesn't stop the puppet from clinging to the coattails of such a powerful figure who walks the extreme path.

“But there’s still an end to this.” The Tyrant’s primordial spirit frowned, pondered carefully, and then retorted, “The Three Calamities can indeed temper your essence, energy, and spirit, but once you’ve overcome the tribulations, your path will come to an end.”

The Taoist's primordial spirit glanced at him, looking at him as if he were a fool: "The end? What end? The so-called nine cycles of the Golden Elixir are one cycle for each of the Three Calamities. As long as I continue to seek stronger Three Calamities to temper it, the Great Dao of the Golden Elixir will never end!"

"No, that's not right, there's still an end." The Tyrant's primordial spirit shook his head and insisted, "The strength of the Three Calamities is your limit. You've only broken through the 'human limit,' but you still can't truly break through the 'heavenly limit.'"

The Taoist's primordial spirit chuckled, completely unconcerned.

"The highest known temperature in the universe is 1.42 quadrillion quadrillion degrees; the voltage of natural lightning is between 1 million and 100 million volts, and the instantaneous current exceeds 10 amperes. Let me reach that end before we talk about it."

He paused, then said with a self-deprecating laugh, "It's a good thing that Haihu Moyu isn't around now, otherwise my power wouldn't even be enough to reach the threshold of ten thousand magnetic fields."

"One horsepower is equal to 76 kilogram-force meters per second. My current sword strike, even with all my strength, can barely reach 1,000 meters per second, which is three times the speed of sound, or about 1,000 horsepower."

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to die, but then he realized that he had only been in the extraordinary world for a few months and already had this much power, so it wasn't unacceptable.

Moreover, the expressiveness and power of some works are not related.

God knows what this huge pit will become under the constraints of the world.

These words silenced both the puppet and the tyrant's spirit.

What do you mean by "only a thousand horses"?
This is an outrageous thing that accelerates something weighing over 70 kilograms to three times the speed of sound!
The Taoist's primordial spirit didn't seem to feel anything about it.

Is it outrageous? Not really.

In terms of sheer numbers, an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) typically travels at speeds exceeding Mach 10 and weighs over ten tons.

This punch landed squarely, and even Mo Yu couldn't withstand it, although he had a way to dodge it and could cut it in half with a sword.

The heroes were extremely envious of this. If he had this power, would he still be worried about how to obtain the Emei Nine Yang Skill from the Emei Sect?

That means you can see whichever school of martial arts you want!
You are Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.
Hmm, thinking about the pinnacle of another world, I'd better not go for this.
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A few days ago, in the world of heroes.

The night was deep, and the starlight was sparse.

In the mountains and forests, a campfire burned alone, its flames licking at the dry branches with a crackling sound. Shan Yuru and Yan Jing'an sat cross-legged by the fire, neither of them asleep.

Having reached such a level of martial arts skill, they are full of energy and spirit, having long transcended the mortal realm. Sleeping less for a few days has no effect on them.

Some ascetics even treat meditation and breath regulation as a substitute for insomnia, going decades without sleep yet remaining energetic.

At this moment, though the campfire was warm, a trace of doubt lingered in the hearts of the two women.

Everyone is curious about what the hero Mo Yu went to do.

They were acting mysteriously and strictly forbade them from going with them.

You must understand that with his current physical condition, although he is unlikely to be carried away by wild animals, he is still recovering from serious injuries. If he is not careful, he may aggravate his old ailments and worsen his injuries.

Just then, the direction of the night wind suddenly changed, bringing a subtle disturbance.

The two women, who were sitting cross-legged, immediately noticed and looked up at the sky.

The bright moon hung in the sky, its clear light shining down, but it was obscured by a huge shadow.

The thing flew in from afar, its outline indistinct, resembling a bird but not quite, obscuring the sky and the moon.

Dan Yuru's pupils contracted slightly, and she blurted out in astonishment:

"What kind of bird is that? It's so big!"

Yan Jing'an narrowed his eyes, slightly restrained his aura, and stopped holding the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

Having surpassed her in strength and mastered the Cihang Sword Manual, reaching the Sword Heart Clarity Realm, she now realized that it was not a living being.

"This is... a kite? No, it seems there are several human presences behind it."

The shadows on the horizon grew clearer, and with a deep flapping of wings, the enormous creature finally revealed its true form.

A mechanical Vermilion Bird, over ten meters long, with a wooden frame and metal wings interwoven, gleamed with a cold luster under the moonlight.

It flapped its wings and circled, descending slowly. Its massive body pressed down on the trees and grass in the forest, the wind pressure stirred up dust, and the campfire trembled violently, almost extinguishing its flames.

"Come on, this thing will make our journey faster."

The familiar voice of the hero Mo Yu came from the Vermilion Bird Mechanism.

The two women were shocked, but they couldn't help but feel a bit curious about the object.

Without any hesitation, Shan Yuru raised her slender hand, and the Heavenly Demon Ring roared out, flashing silver light, with her sleeve ribbons coiling around it like serpents. She stretched out her figure, light as a swallow, and used the force to soar into the air, heading straight for the Vermilion Bird Mechanism.

However, before she could reach the top, a beautiful figure suddenly flashed by, dressed in white, carrying a sword in her hand, with a cool and aloof temperament, yet also carrying a touch of chivalrous spirit.

Yan Jing'an was a step behind her, but with her cultivation at the Celestial Master level, she surpassed her in an instant.

Dan Yuru's eye twitched, and she almost ground her teeth to powder: "These sluts from Cihang Jingzhai seem to know how to do things better than our Demonic Sect!"

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Yan Jing'an's fleeting figure was breathtakingly beautiful just now, and even she, as a woman, felt a little flutter in her heart.

Moreover, unlike her feigned charm, Yan Jing'an's aloofness and unintentional allure seemed natural, captivating hearts more than any gimmick.

Not to be outdone, she activated her Heavenly Demon Force Field at full power, causing the air around her to surge and her speed to increase by three points.

Even so, she was still a step behind Yan Jing'an and boarded the cabin of the Vermilion Bird's Mechanism a breath later.

Upon landing, she glared at Yan Jing'an, only to find that he didn't even lift his eyelids, but quietly surveyed the scene inside the cabin and the three disciples besides the hero Mo Yu.

Seeing the two women board the boat, the chivalrous Mo Yu stopped paying attention and turned to his three disciples, saying, "Everyone is here. Follow the directions I gave you. No need to go full speed. Be careful."

"As ordered!"

The three Mohist disciples didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

Two people operated the mechanism, while one person sat cross-legged to the side with his eyes closed, ready to be deployed at any time.

Their aura was calm and steady, and their cultivation level was roughly second-rate. In the martial arts world, they were already considered a backbone force. If they were placed in the army, they could at least be captains, in charge of a hundred men.

A look of seriousness appeared in Yan Jing'an's eyes.

This suddenly appearing giant mechanical bird, capable of carrying people in flight, is already an unbelievable thing.

What's even more intriguing is that these three accompanying disciples, who are skilled at operating such complex mechanisms and show such respect to the chivalrous Mo Yu, clearly have a history of such encounters.

All of this demonstrates that a powerful force is hidden behind the heroes and heroes!

Otherwise, how could the existence of such a strange object be supported?
What's even more terrifying is that, despite Cihang Jingzhai's understanding of the major powers in the world, she couldn't fathom the origins of this power at all.

Just how deep is this mysterious force?
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Yan Jing'an secretly bit her tongue, using the slight sting to clear her chaotic thoughts, and stared at the back of the group of heroes, Mo Yu, with complicated emotions.

With such power at his back, how can he still claim to have no intention of fighting for the world?

Why does this tactic seem so familiar?

Is he like some fellow surnamed Zhao, waiting for the day when it gets cold so he can have his subordinates put a royal robe on you?

(End of this chapter)