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Chapter 246 Qingjun and Dafan

The Great War of the Abyss has finally come to an end.

The disciples from all the peaks of the holy land breathed a sigh of relief, and each of them showed a look of joy.

This great battle was protracted. Although the casualties were not very high, that was only relative to the grandmasters who had reached the seventh level of blood and the seventh level of refinement. For ordinary disciples who had reached the sixth level of blood and the sixth level of refinement, basically a portion of each peak had perished, and only six or seven out of ten survived.

Even among grandmasters, casualties are typically one in ten, and most of these casualties occur in the final battle. Many promising young grandmasters are ambushed and killed by evil forces.

If such a great battle continues, the casualties will undoubtedly continue to increase. As for the disciples of each peak, after nearly a year of guarding and fighting, they have basically undergone sufficient training. It is foreseeable that after this battle, a large number of grandmasters will emerge from the disciples of each peak in a short period of time!

but,

For the peak masters, this is still nothing.

After all, they are all Dao Saints and Martial Saints who have undergone nine blood and nine refinements, and their lifespans are extremely long. After passing through two or three tribulations, they can live for thousands of years. No matter how many Grandmasters have undergone seven blood and seven refinements, they are just fleeting clouds to them. Every few hundred years, a new batch will be completely replaced. Only those with the most outstanding talents will attract their true attention.

……

"It's finally out."

Inside the sacred ground, at the entrance to the abyss, more than a hundred figures emerged.

They were all disciples of Hui Ri Peak, most of whom were sixth-level Dao cultivators, and there were also more than twenty Dao masters who had reached the seventh level of cultivation. In addition, there were three eighth-level Dao grandmasters. Their overall strength was far greater than that of Qing Ming Peak.

"Senior Brother Qingjun, you'll be going into seclusion to attempt the Seventh Refinement stage when you return, right?"

In a corner, several figures were gathered together. Among them, a woman in a light yellow shirt was smiling and talking as she looked at Qing Jun, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, next to her.

As a former prodigy who stood out in the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms and ranked among the top three, Qingjun's performance after joining Huiri Peak was also very impressive. In less than a year, he broke through to the sixth level of the Refinement Realm and quickly gained the top strength of the sixth level.

Such talent naturally made him quite famous at the foot of Hui Ri Peak, earning the admiration of many junior disciples. The girl in yellow was one of the disciples who admired Qing Jun. She knew that with Qing Jun's talent, after experiencing this great battle, he would probably be able to enter the seventh level of cultivation in two or three years at most.

"Yes, my resolve is firm. I will go into seclusion during this period and will surely become a grandmaster."

Qingjun nodded slightly.

He gazed at the thousands of mountains and peaks in the holy land, and his eyes swept around. Suddenly, he thought of Da Fan and Wu Ming, who had entered the holy land with him several years ago, and their figures flashed through his mind.

Because the Holy Land is so vast, he has spent most of his time cultivating on Hui Ri Peak in recent years and doesn't know much about the other peaks. He has only occasionally learned some news about Da Fan in recent years, and he knows almost nothing about Wu Ming.

After all, they were among the same group of people who entered the Holy Land, and they were among the top three in that year. They had never determined a winner among themselves, so in Qingjun's mind, Wu Ming and Da Fan were still considered his rivals.

"I am ready to enter the seventh stage of training. I wonder how you are doing now, and whether you can keep up?"

Qingjun murmured to himself.

But that's it.

I could hear the voices of several fellow disciples from the same peak discussing something nearby.

"...You don't know until you fight! A senior brother named Qiu has risen up on Wanlei Peak. He is really amazing. It is said that he has only entered the seventh level of refinement for less than four years, but he has already comprehended a perfect-level formation and even killed a seventh-order demon emperor!"

Wanlei Peak is an adjacent peak to Huiri Peak and has always been regarded as a rival by Huiri Peak, with fierce competition between them.

"Hmph, Qiu Yuan? What is he? Do you know that a senior brother named Wu Ming has risen to prominence on Qingming Peak? It is said that he has only been on the peak for seven years, but he is already a top grandmaster. He once killed three top-tier seventh-level demon emperors in a row!"

Someone gave a soft snort.

"So powerful?"

Someone looked surprised and said, "Qingming Peak... I don't think it's among the 'upper peaks' of our holy land, is it?"

"Well, given the situation in our Holy Land, it's impossible to say which peak will produce an extraordinary genius. Perhaps a hundred years from now, this Senior Brother Wu will be another Dao Saint?"

The group talked amongst themselves as they walked forward.

Qingjun, who was standing nearby and had overheard their conversation, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wu Ming?

A look of surprise crossed his eyes. He couldn't help but look at the group and ask, "Senior Brother Li, is that Senior Brother Wu you just mentioned a disciple of Qingming Peak? His name is Wu Ming?!"

"Yes."

Li Ming looked at Qing Jun and smiled amicably. He and Qing Jun were not close, but they knew each other. After responding, he suddenly thought of something and said in surprise, "Seven years... I remember that you came to our Hui Ri Peak, Junior Brother Qing Jun, it seems to have been about seven years. Could it be that you know Senior Brother Wu Ming from Qing Ming Peak?"

Upon hearing Li Ming's words, Qing Jun's eyes immediately showed a look of confusion, and his expression became slightly dazed.

do you know it?
Of course I do.

Even though it was just one battle, a brief encounter of only one day, because it took place during the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms' Prodigies, he never forgot it, and the memory remained vivid even after seven years.

If it were just Wu Ming, he might be surprised and doubt that it was someone with the same name, but Wu Ming of Qingming Peak was someone he had joined the Holy Land seven years ago, so there was no way he was wrong. He was indeed the one who had shown his prowess alongside him in the Battle of the Prodigies.

For Qingjun, who was proud of his reputation as a prodigy, entering the seventh level of cultivation was a natural progression for him, and he was even confident that he would become a top figure in the seventh level. But the problem is... it has only been seven short years!

Wu Ming's cultivation level was comparable to his back then. Now, seven years later, he has not only entered the seventh level of cultivation ahead of him, but has even reached the top level in the seventh level of cultivation?!

How could this be?

Qingjun felt a little lost for a moment.

In his daze, he couldn't help but recall the words his master had spoken to him when he was in the Liang Kingdom.

genius,

It's just the threshold of a sacred place for cultivation.

Here are countless geniuses, generation after generation, one after another. Some people can show their brilliance when they reach the fifth or sixth level of refinement, and are no less than others. But in the Holy Land, only when they reach the seventh level can they be considered to have truly entered the inner sanctum.

Some geniuses gradually become ordinary people after entering the seventh level of refinement, but some geniuses only begin to show their true brilliance after entering the seventh level of refinement, standing out among many geniuses and climbing the ladder to Dao Saint step by step!
Wu Ming... without a doubt, had already taken the lead and left him far behind!
"Senior Brother Qingjun, Senior Brother Qingjun?"

Seeing Qingjun standing there in a daze, the girl in yellow couldn't help but call out softly until many of her fellow disciples had already walked away, thus waking Qingjun from his reverie.

Qingjun glanced at her, Wu Ming's image vanished from his mind, he took a deep breath, and his eyes became solemn and sharp.

Retreat!

At that moment, only this one thought remained in his mind.

I vow not to leave this seclusion until I become a grandmaster!
Although Wu Ming had taken the lead, the journey from the seventh to the eighth level of refinement was still long. He was a step behind, but that didn't necessarily mean he couldn't catch up. The real competition would begin when they reached the seventh level.
……

Another place.

Dozens of figures were walking forward in twos and threes.

In one corner, Chu Chen, carrying a weapon, was walking beside a disciple dressed in a yellow robe, with a bronze complexion, resembling a monk. This bronze-skinned disciple was none other than Da Fan, who had become a disciple of Po Jun Peak.

"Junior Brother Da Fan, now that you're back, you should be confident you can break through to the seventh bloodline, right?"

Chu Chen smiled and said to Da Fan.

Da Fan walked forward with his head down, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his expression serious and unsmiling. He slowly said, "Within half a year, you will surely condense the Seven Bloods." "Haha, then I congratulate you in advance."

Chu Chen laughed and spoke. He had entered the peak earlier than Da Fan and had stayed at the sixth blood level for a longer time. He was actually 90% confident that he could break through to the seventh blood level this time. However, unlike Da Fan, he could not speak with such confidence.

As they were talking, Chu Chen suddenly remembered something and smiled at Da Fan, "Junior Brother Da Fan, do you remember someone who entered the Holy Land with you?"

"Who?"

Da Fan asked calmly.

"Wu Ming".

Chu Chen read out a name.

Da Fan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I remember."

Chu Chen nodded, sighed, and said, "This Junior Brother Wu Ming... no, I should call him Senior Brother Wu. He once teamed up with me in the mission of guarding the desolate stone vein. He showed that his strength was even stronger than mine. At that time, I felt that he was extraordinary. Sure enough, in just over a year, Senior Brother Wu has already entered the seventh level of cultivation and become a Grandmaster."

Da Fan stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at Chu Chen, his gaze suddenly turning serious, and asked, "Seven Refinements?"

Chu Chen nodded, then a hint of amazement appeared in his eyes. He said, "If it were only the seventh level of cultivation, that would be fine. But after he mastered the seventh level of cultivation, in just one year, his strength had already reached the top level among the seventh level cultivators. In the battle of the Abyss, he killed three top seventh-level demon emperors!"

"..."

Da Fan fell silent.

After a long silence, he turned and walked away into the distance.

Upon seeing this, Chu Chen was slightly taken aback: "Junior Brother Da Fan? Where are you going?"

"Retreat."

Da Fan continued forward without looking back, his voice slow and muffled. Then he took a few steps and disappeared into the distance.

……

Qingming Peak.

Wu Ming strode forward and arrived at the foot of the peak, looking up at the entire mountain.

"Finally back."

He let out a soft breath, and his expression calmed down.

The Battle of the Abyss lasted for several months and involved dozens of battles, large and small. Although it was a large-scale battle with no major incidents, it was still a huge battle. It was only because both sides had Dao Saint and Demon Saint level beings in charge that it did not turn into a bloody massacre.

Even so, the casualties were severe, and even some masters perished. Although he had many means of self-protection, some of them were difficult to use, as using them risked exposing the Demon-Subduing Diagram.

For Wu Ming, at this stage, the most he can reveal are the weapons of war he took out from the Demon Subduing Diagram, the mid-grade spiritual treasure flying sword, and the Golden Source Soul Jade bestowed upon him by Liu Muyuan.

These things wouldn't attract the attention of the Dao Saints and Martial Saints.

However, if the Demon-Suppressing Plate or even the Demon-Subduing Diagram were to be revealed, the resulting commotion would be extraordinary.

now,

Everything was finally over. He returned to Qingming Peak and had mastered the perfect-level formation. He had basically paved the way for the seventh level of cultivation. In the years to come, he only needed to cultivate all kinds of Dao techniques to the limit of his current level and slowly temper his primordial spirit.

Arriving at his cave dwelling, Wu Ming stepped into the courtyard. Yan Chuyu, still dressed in a simple martial arts uniform, came out to greet him. However, Yan Chuyu's blood energy was much stronger than before, and she had already reached the sixth level of blood coagulation!
Although she couldn't enjoy the various resources of the Holy Land or use its various cultivation secret realms after following Wu Ming to the Holy Land, she still received many benefits simply by living there. In addition, she also received some care from Wu Ming. After seven years in the Holy Land, she finally reached the sixth level of blood cultivation. Even if she returned to Yong Kingdom, she would have a certain status.

In the Yong Kingdom, there are very few women who can reach this level.

"Wu Ming!"

Yan Chuyu was delighted to see Wu Ming return.

In order to achieve the sixth level of blood clotting, she went into seclusion for a long time. After emerging from seclusion, she only knew that a great battle had taken place in the Abyss and that Wu Ming had gone there. She knew nothing else and no one told her anything, so she was always on edge.

Now that Wu Ming has finally returned, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You've made a breakthrough, congratulations."

Wu Ming glanced at Yan Chuyu and smiled slightly at her.

Yan Chuyu's talent was acceptable in Yong Kingdom, but it was nothing special in the Holy Land of Cultivation. Basically, even the worst disciple here had higher talent than her... However, this only applied to disciples who entered the Holy Land based on their aptitude.

The cultivation holy land is a holy land of the Great Jin Dynasty, just like the Hidden Dragon Academy of the Yong Kingdom. It has certain preferential treatment for the royal family. Basically, as long as the royal family members can reach the fifth level of refinement and blood, they can enter the holy land to cultivate. The talents of these royal family members vary. The weak ones can barely enter the holy land, and they are even slightly inferior to Yan Chuyu.

However, even these people can generally improve by one realm after entering the Holy Land for cultivation, reaching the level of Six Blood Six Refinement. As for whether they can enter Seven Blood Seven Refinement, that is hard to say. After all, the disciples of the Holy Land can all become Grandmasters. This refers to the disciples who entered the Holy Land based on their talent, not those royal children.

Yan Chuyu knew that her chances of breaking through to the seventh blood level were slim, but at this age, having reached the sixth blood level, she did have a slight chance of reaching the seventh blood level, and she was naturally very grateful to Wu Ming.

If it weren't for Wu Ming, she wouldn't have had this opportunity, and she might never have been able to come to the sacred cultivation ground of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"Alright, you go and pack your things too. It's time for us to move to another place."

After exchanging a few words with Yan Chuyu, Wu Ming smiled at her.

Yan Chuyu was slightly taken aback and asked, "Where to?"

Wu Ming raised his hand and pointed upwards.

Yan Chuyu was incredibly intelligent. Seeing Wu Ming's actions, she only paused for a moment before revealing a stunned expression.

"You...you've already..."

"Yes, I had already broken through before entering the Abyss. I didn't tell you because I was going to enter the Abyss, and I didn't have time to go up then. Now I can go up for a bit."

Wu Ming said calmly.

He pointed upwards, naturally referring to the fact that Qingming Peak disciples, after reaching the seventh level of cultivation, are qualified to move to the central peak and establish their own cave dwellings. Yan Chuyu had naturally thought of this as well.

Hearing Wu Ming's words, she looked at him, her heart filled with shock. Although she knew that with Wu Ming's talent, becoming a grandmaster was only a matter of time, when this actually happened before her eyes, and only seven years after entering the Holy Land, the waves in her heart were naturally hard to calm.

Seven Refinements of the Primordial Spirit: A Grandmaster of Daoist Arts!
In her hometown of Yong Kingdom, there are only a handful of Taoist masters of this level, perhaps no more than five!
Wu Ming, however, has now entered this realm and become one of its members, having reached this level at the age of over thirty.

Thinking back to more than ten years ago, when she was in Jingye City, Wu Ming had only risen to prominence in a short period of time and had only reached the third stage of the Nascent Soul Refinement.

In just over ten years.

Wu Ming has now become a master of Daoist arts. If he were to return to Yong Kingdom, he would be a top expert in the country, and could be appointed as a king or marquis by the Yong Kingdom royal family, establishing a top sect or supporting a top family.

Of course, Yan Chuyu knew that with Wu Ming's talent, his ambition could not be limited to the position of a prince in the small Yong Kingdom; he must have set his sights on a much wider world.

In the Northern Wilderness, if one can cultivate the Eight Blood Refinements and become a Grandmaster, then one will be qualified to establish a country, be able to carve out a territory in the wilderness, establish a kingdom like the Yong Kingdom, and pass it down for thousands of years.

As for Nine Refinements and Nine Blood...

That status is beyond the reach of the ruler of a small country. He can establish his own peak in the Holy Land and is qualified to be a king in the Great Jin!
(End of this chapter)