With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 482 The New World Overlord Form: Destruction and Rebirth!
Meng Chuan muttered to himself for a moment, and after his mind settled down, he looked around.

Once everything stabilized, he realized that a salty, fishy smell was constantly entering his nasal cavity.

I was enveloped by the icy touch of the seawater, and my vision was filled with the murky, deep blue.

"The underwater world? Is that where Baxia or Xuanwu reside?"

At this moment, he also discovered it.

The world that this Xuanwu mark brought him to was completely different from the human world.

It doesn't need its own "gills" to come out and function; normal breathing is sufficient.

Could this be the realm of the Xuanwu God?

But when he entered, he felt that the sensation was completely different from the previous times he had entered the Dharma Realm.

This place feels more like the real "world," and everything you see and touch here is more authentic than what you find in the Dharma Realm.

The seawater roared and rumbled, as Meng Chuan observed.

In the distance, several chains stood straight in the sea.

The chain's top is not visible, but at the very bottom...
He slowly sank down, and suddenly, a shadow stretched out before him like a mountain range.

"This is too big!"

Meng Chuan's naked eye could not see the whole picture at all.

Even with divine perception, one can only see the tip of the iceberg of this "mountain range".

This is just a piece of tortoise shell.

Looking down from above, it resembles a city.

Looking at it from the side, it resembles a towering, dark purple mountain.

This is just one of hundreds of scales; the head, tail, and limbs are nowhere to be found.

The opponent's size was so large that it was incomprehensible, far exceeding Meng Chuan's comprehension.

He could only guess that the other party was probably the so-called "Baxia" in the cultivation technique.

"It looks different from the Xuanwu God I saw in the True Martial Realm; it must be Baxia."

Meng Chuan had no idea how the other party intended to impart the teachings to him.

I've been standing here for ages, but I haven't seen the other person make a move.
He continued to sink until he reached a chain and swam downstream along it.

It's called a chain, but that's just a description based on its appearance.

He only realized it when he got closer.

This thing is so thick it's beyond description.

It is nearly 100 meters wide and its length is even more difficult to measure. It is so long that you can't see the whole thing at a glance.

Meng Chuan sensed that there were several more chains around him.

"What are these things for? To suppress the tyrant?"

As he pondered, he moved closer to the base of the chain.

He also realized that he was getting closer and closer to the shadowy mountains formed by countless "huge cities" below.

After a long time, Meng Chuan finally set foot on the seabed.

He looked at the colossal creature before him, and from bottom to top, he saw that even its abdomen was covered in a layer of dark purple armor.

With each breath, its plastron bulged slightly, creating an undercurrent of movement.

Alive, not dead.

Baxia showed no reaction to his approach.

Meng Chuan stirred the water, moving his body closer to its belly.

The water here is much faster than up here.

It was like chaos being stirred into a whirlpool, a turbulent torrent.

Fortunately, his swimming ability was enhanced by his special ability, and coupled with his strong physical fitness, he was able to slowly approach against the eddy.

Upon closer inspection, one could clearly see the chains wrapped around Baxia's abdomen.

The thick, dark iron chains, as thick as pillars of heaven, extend from here to the limbs.

Then it pierced the heavens, its reach unknown.

The mythical beast that was said to be the dragon's son carrying a stele to suppress the sea has now been reduced to the appearance of a prisoner.

Meng Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, but after analyzing for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

He simply turned around and slowly swam towards Baxia's head.

He could sense it with his arrival.

This world seems to be experiencing an accelerated flow of time, sped up many times over.

It seems like he's demonstrating it to himself.

The algae that pass by wither and grow back in the blink of an eye.

After growing a dense patch of aquatic plants, it died instantly.

Thus, the cycle repeats itself, with destruction and rebirth alternating time and again.

During his journey towards Baxia's head.

The surrounding scenery is undergoing constant change, but he and Baxia remain unchanged throughout the ages.

Time slowly passed, and Meng Chuan finally swam to the side of the giant creature's head.

He looked at it closely; from the side, it resembled an enormous, jagged rock peak.

Sharp serrations protruded from the gaps, and his flowing beard stirred up ripples in the water.

Meng Chuan also discovered that it also had a single horn on its head.

The jet-black fabric, covered in spirals, resembled the chains binding the neck, pointing straight to the heavens.

Seeing that the other party still did not make any move in response to his arrival.

He continued to approach Baxia's head, pushing aside the increasingly turbulent water, and struggled to swim over.

I don’t know how much time passed.

"The creases on Baxia's eyelids are larger than my entire body."

Meng Chuan was standing face to face with Baxia, right above his brow.

Looking around, it felt as if I had arrived on the surface of the moon, which was full of craters.

"Dude, wake up?"

Meng Chuan tapped on a spot on Baxia's face, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was; the surface felt incredibly hard.

He had come all this way, but Baxia still showed no reaction to his arrival. "If you want to test me, then hurry up."
Just give it to me directly, don't dawdle.

His spiritual energy is limited, and although it is consumed very slowly here, much slower than when he enters the realm of immortals and Buddhas.

But it will eventually run out, and if Baxia doesn't pass on his skills by then, this opportunity to activate the mark will be wasted.

At that time, I will have to ask Sect Leader Chen to send me back to the "Xuanwu Dharma Realm".

Go ask the Xuanwu God what exactly this "little" Baxia is all about.

This time, the process of bestowing the mark was eerie.

It was completely different from the crisp and efficient way that Master Luo Fang taught.

Meng Chuan fiddled with it for a long time, but seeing that Baxia's eyes were still closed, he was at a loss.

I simply plopped down on it, waiting while idly looking around.

If this is how the "Baxia Supporting the Sky Skill" is practiced.

Now you can look at Baxia's body and begin to comprehend it.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but complain:
"Who could possibly learn that? Even the most divine skill wouldn't have such an abstract way of starting."

Zhang Jingshi was not the only one in the entire Wudang Mountain region to have mastered the Baxia Kung Fu.

He had already inquired about the others beforehand.

All of these are like "initiation," imprinting the body of Baxia into one's mind and spirit, and visualizing and mastering the introductory method.

However, he heard from his senior uncle Zhao that Master Zhang Jing's experience when he first entered the sect was quite similar to his own.

It's a pity the other party isn't here. If they were on Wudang Mountain, he could have asked them beforehand, and at least he would have some idea now.

He pondered in his heart:

"My skill in external martial arts is no less than that of Headmaster Zhang back then."

The only difference might lie in mental strength.

Aside from him, who is an "outlier," the rest of the people who can cultivate to the level of Martial Arts King are all exceptional.

They all possess exceptional talent, comprehension, and the ability to achieve the "Three Flowers" (a concept in Chinese astrology), with no weaknesses whatsoever.

Master Zhang's spiritual talent is naturally not bad.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well stop with this brainstorming.

Meng Chuan continued to observe the changes in the surrounding landscape.

While quietly contemplating the relationship between Baxia Gong and the Baxia in front of him.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and another thought came to mind.

"Baxia supports the sky. Could it be that these chains are not shackles binding Baxia, but rather tools he uses to support the sky?"

Perhaps I had preconceived notions.

Who says supporting the sky can only be done with a shell? Using chains to pull it is perfectly fine too.
"And judging by this guy's size, pulling an entire world probably wouldn't be a problem at all."

Meng Chuan inexplicably thought of a phrase to describe the powerful figure beneath his buttocks.

"A giant beast in the sky."

He climbed to the top of the single horn on Baxia's head and gazed into the distance.

Time seems to have lost its anchor here, changing rapidly.

Meng Chuan didn't know exactly how much time had passed.

Sometimes he stands atop Baxia's head and horns, and sometimes he roams around its body.

Submerged on the seabed for countless years, watching the cliffs built by coral polyps, only to be washed away by ocean currents into fine sand.

Watching the fish around me change their course, and seeing the countless remains of creatures in the distance turn into mud, which then becomes nourishment for other creatures.

Meng Chuan had already become numb; if he hadn't been so determined, he would have "committed suicide" long ago.

If Zhang Jingshi Daojun had gone through such trials and tribulations as I have, he would have been able to obtain this inheritance.

All I can say is, the other party is a ruthless person.
The most boring thing is to kill time when you're bored out of your mind.

Practicing martial arts here is useless, since only spiritual energy has entered.

In order to improve, one must exchange martial arts techniques and mental cultivation methods with the "vital energy" of the human world.

He tried both hard skills and movement techniques.

There were no changes on the panel, and the proficiency level did not increase.

He simply figured out many of the problems that existed in his previous martial arts training.

Once you go out and practice, you'll likely improve significantly by turning that into proficiency.

Thinking more about martial arts principles can also prevent your mind from rusting away aimlessly.

After all, his brain was underwater and had been constantly "submerged" in water.
On this day, Meng Chuan returned to Baxia's body once again.

I looked at my "old friend" who was motionless and didn't open his eyes.

He patted the big turtle's head, then returned to his unicorn and sat down to think about martial arts.

He figured he'd just have to wait it out. He roughly estimated that, based on real-time data, he'd been here for over a week.

The surroundings are constantly changing, almost every second or day.

Meng Chuan couldn't even make a clear judgment about a second, a week, or a month.

He could only roughly estimate the result based on the rate at which his mental energy was depleted.

"I can probably stay for another month, no, maybe only a week or two."

The rate at which the reefs are crumbling is accelerating, and time itself may be accelerating as well.

Meng Chuan had a vague premonition that this change would eventually come to an end before his mental energy was exhausted.

After he sensed that time was flowing faster, he had a very strong premonition.

Big changes are probably on the horizon.
Meng Chuan also went up to the surface to look at it, but there was really nothing to see.

This place is like a large aquarium.

There was only sea, no land, and no people.

He surfaced again today, looking around.

This time, he had just peeked out and subconsciously sniffed the air when his brows suddenly furrowed.

The sea breeze rushed towards me, but I suddenly caught a strange smell.

Rotten and foul-smelling, like rotting fish scales mixed with rust.

(End of this chapter)