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Chapter 425 The Path to Conquer Gods Through Martial Might!
This unprecedented sense of power.

The emptiness, coupled with the nearly empty skill bar, creates an extremely contradictory experience.

The nature of power has undoubtedly undergone a radical transformation.

It far exceeds the level that an ordinary fourth-tier Martial Venerable should have.

It even gave him the feeling that he could easily shake the existence that he had previously had to fight with all his might to contend with.

But the form in which this power manifests.

But it was no longer the familiar sight of surging star debris, divine thunder, or spreading darkness.

Rather, it is a chaotic state that awaits his reshaping and redefinition.

Before he could fully recover from this strange feeling...
Three incredibly powerful yet distinct auras.

In my own perception, I am rapidly approaching the rental house.

The next second, three figures descended almost simultaneously.

Fang Qingyu raised a slight brow.

Look closely.

The first to appear was Hong Qitian.

The old man was still wearing that faded old cotton-padded jacket.

But at this moment, the usual listlessness and pained expression on his face had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was an almost ghostly astonishment and disbelief.

He strode up to Fang Qingyu in one step, his withered hand grabbing Fang Qingyu's wrist. His cloudy old eyes widened, scrutinizing Fang Qingyu as if trying to peel back the layers of his body with his gaze. His voice rose several decibels with urgency: "You brat! You were hiding this well?! You fooled me completely! When did you break through to Martial God?! This commotion... this is the Heavenly Curtain of Heaven, the Star Rain Cleansing Dust, that only top-tier Martial Gods experience when they break through! How did you do that?!"

"God of War?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by Hong Qitian's rapid-fire questions and the term "Martial God," and subconsciously asked a question in return.

According to the normal cultivation system.

His breakthrough should have been from the peak of the third rank to the fourth rank of Martial Venerable.

How could he jump directly to the fifth-tier Martial God?
He hadn't had time to think it through or explain it.

The second figure had already solidified.

Jiang Wei appeared inside the house carrying groceries, her ruby-like eyes now filled with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible worry.

She had clearly also sensed the earth-shattering phenomenon and the completely different aura emanating from Fang Qingyu.

He immediately put down his things and quickly walked to Fang Qingyu's other side.

His gaze shifted with concern between him and Hong Qitian.

Almost simultaneously, a third figure quietly appeared.

The space rippled like water, and the young Heavenly Emperor, dressed in plain white robes and with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, appeared silently in the corner of the room.

His unchanging, indifferent expression was shattered at this moment, and his brows furrowed tightly.

But deep in his eyes, a hint of barely suppressed curiosity and joy flickered.
He stared intently at Fang Qingyu, his tone carrying a sense of confirmation as he asked, "Brother Fang, are you now at the Martial God realm?"

His perception was even more mysterious.

Not only did they sense the immense aura that triggered the feedback from the Heavenly Dao.

I also vaguely sensed that Fang Qingyu's level of life had undergone some kind of essential leap.

This is similar to the characteristics of the God of War in the records.

Yet it seems
More profound and peculiar.

In the blink of an eye.

Three beings who stand at the pinnacle of this world descended upon this small rented room one after another.

The target was Fang Qingyu, who had just achieved a breakthrough.

And they all unanimously pointed to his realm as the legendary fifth level.

God of War!

This scene caused a hint of confusion to flash across Fang Qingyu's starry eyes.

Hong Qitian was shocked, Jiang Wei was concerned, and the young Heavenly Emperor confirmed with a look of joy.
All of this points to one fact.

The commotion he caused and the aura he exuded far exceeded the scope of a fourth-tier Martial Venerable.

But he himself has a completely new professional realm as the End of the Martial Saint.

In fact, it is still in the early stages of exploration and understanding.

The "unactivated" state on the graph made him even more uncertain.

Thus, under the intense gaze of the three men...

Fang Qingyu shook his head slightly, his expression showing a hint of frank confusion: "Actually, I'm not quite sure what level I'm at right now."

"What the hell? You don't even know what it is?!"

Hong Qitian's voice suddenly rose, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The fingers gripping Fang Qingyu's wrist tightened unconsciously.

"Let me take a closer look! How could this be fake?!"

However, a few seconds later.

The surprise on Hong Qitian's face was gradually replaced by an extreme sense of bewilderment and confusion.

He seemed to have encountered some incomprehensible problem, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, muttering unconsciously, "Strange... truly strange. His blood and qi are as vast as a starry sea, unfathomable, far surpassing that of a Martial Venerable, even more refined than some old guys who have just entered the Martial God realm. His will is even stranger, as if rooted in some indescribable foundation, indestructible, yet empty and unfillable. It's like..."

He seemed to ponder for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable adjective.

In the end, all I could do was click my tongue.

As if he had touched a hot potato, he abruptly released Fang Qingyu's wrist and looked Fang Qingyu up and down with a strange expression.

He shook his head and took half a step back.

Lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, the young Heavenly Emperor immediately stepped forward and nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu: "Brother Fang, I apologize for my rudeness."

After saying that, he also extended his hand.

It gently rested on Fang Qingyu's other wrist.

A moment later, the same deep doubt as Hong Qitian appeared in the clear eyes of the young Heavenly Emperor, and his brows furrowed even more deeply.

What he felt was an unprecedented contradictory combination of emptiness and fullness.

Fang Qingyu's body seemed to contain a nascent universe, with limitless potential and a profound origin.

However, the concrete manifestation of power that should exist at the current level is extremely vague.

It could even be described as blank.

This state completely overturned his understanding of the cultivation system.

He silently released his grip and took a step back.

He fell into a similar silence and contemplation as Hong Qitian.

However, the hint of joy in his eyes had not completely faded.

Instead, it transformed into a deeper curiosity and anticipation.

The reactions of these two top experts in this world caused Fang Qingyu to involuntarily furrow his brows slightly.

Even they can't accurately judge their own condition?
This Ultimate Martial Saint seems to be far more extraordinary than imagined.

He turned his gaze to the last person, Jiang Wei, whom he trusted the most, and asked softly, "Do you know what's going on here?"

Jiang Wei looked at Fang Qingyu, then at the two solemn-looking bigwigs beside her, a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face.

She stepped forward, gently sat on the edge of the bed next to Fang Qingyu, stretched out her slightly cool, slender hand, and tenderly grasped Fang Qingyu's wrist, closing her crimson eyes.

After a while.

She slowly opened her eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in her red pupils.

But more than anything, it was shocking and unbelievable.

She looked up at Fang Qingyu, then glanced at Hong Qitian and the young Heavenly Emperor who were staring intently at her, and slowly said in a tone of reminiscence and uncertainty, "I think I know what happened."

These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Hong Qitian and the young Heavenly Emperor's gazes instantly focused on her, awaiting what would follow.

Jiang Wei took a slight breath.

“I once heard my father mention that in the very earliest times, when the human race was just struggling to survive in the primordial world, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was not what it is now, and the human race itself was not born with the ability to sense and cultivate the methods of qi and blood and visualization.”

"Humans at that time were merely incredibly weak and soulless beings."

"The so-called martial arts are at most just techniques for strengthening the body and fighting wild beasts, without the profound mysteries of moving mountains and filling seas."

"Until the appearance of a certain exceptionally talented human ancestor."

"He may have received some kind of revelation, or he may have glimpsed a corner of the great path in his desperate situation. In any case, he embarked on a path that had never been seen before."

"Using the remains of an ancient creature he hunted, which contained a trace of divine power, as a catalyst, he ignited his own deepest life essence in an incomprehensible way, thus forcibly creating the rudimentary form of Qi and Blood cultivation." "Later, he observed the movement of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, capturing the Daoist rhythm in meditation, resonating his own will with the outside world, and opening the door to the method of visualization."

"This method is called the Way of Conquering Gods with Martial Arts, Seizing the Origin of Gods and Demons, and Forging One's Own Foundation."

"That's it."

Jiang Wei's voice carried a hint of reverence.

"From him onwards, the bloodline of the human race was truly imprinted with a trace of spiritual root that could sense and cultivate qi and blood and visualization techniques on its own without relying on external objects, thus embarking on a path of transcendence."

"It can be said that he was the true pioneer of human martial arts."

Hong Qitian and the young Heavenly Emperor listened with solemn expressions.

These are all top secrets buried in the dust of time.

Even they had only vaguely heard some of the legends.

It was far less detailed than what Jiang Wei heard from the Yellow Emperor.

Jiang Wei changed the subject, her tone becoming serious and even tinged with lingering fear: "But, Father also said that the path that ancestor walked was too dangerous and too difficult!"

"To use a mortal body to fuse with the power of ancient creature remains as the starting point of one's own Dao foundation is to defy the heavens, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death and a success rate so low that it is despairing."

"Besides the miraculous success of the predecessor who pioneered this path, there have been many talented individuals in later generations who have tried to emulate it, but without exception, they all failed during the integration process. Because they could not withstand the conflict between the external power and their own origin, they either exploded and died, went insane, or were transformed into monsters that were neither human nor ghost."

“There are almost no successful precedents.”

Her gaze returned to Fang Qingyu, filled with heartache and disbelief: "So, this extremely dangerous, ancient cultivation method, considered a dead end, was gradually abandoned and forgotten in a very distant era, transforming into the more stable system we have today, which guides one's qi and blood through techniques and visualization to gradually grow stronger. Qingzi, you..."

She took a deep breath. “Your current state gives me a feeling very much like what Father described, that kind of state after successfully embarking on the path of ancient martial arts cultivation.”

As soon as these words came out.

Hong Qitian and the young Heavenly Emperor's expressions changed instantly.

Hong Qitian fell silent.
Because he knew that Fang Qingyu initially used the scales of the red python for cultivation.

Furthermore, it was Da Lei who told Fang Qingyu about the Kunpeng divine bone he possessed.

In fact, Hong Qitian was unaware of this ancient martial arts training method.

He simply knew that Fang Qingyu seemed to need these things, so he helped him.

Only now do I know.

Fang Qingyu was actually cultivating in a way that required him to survive at the cost of nine deaths.

The young Heavenly Emperor's eyes also flashed with a sharp light as he suddenly realized the truth.

He also understood why Fang Qingyu was interested in things like the bones of Pangu.

Is this the way of defeating the gods with force?
Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Wei's narration with a thoughtful expression.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the blueprint requires special materials for each upgrade.

Because the diagrams are practiced according to ancient methods that have long been abandoned by the times and are extremely dangerous.

Seize the essence of external things, forge it into your own body, and step by step lay an unbelievable and solid foundation, ultimately becoming the ultimate martial saint.
but
The near-death fusion process that Jiang Wei described was something he himself had never truly experienced.
Each time, the spectrum absorbs the material and then feeds back the force.

The process was painful and challenging.

But it was far from a life-or-death crisis.
However, looking at the three people in front of him with their eyes filled with a mixture of fear, admiration, and heartache, Fang Qingyu knew that they had all automatically imagined the miserable scene of him going through countless dangers and only managing to succeed by sheer luck.

So he coughed twice to temporarily suppress his doubts, looked at Jiang Wei whose eyes were almost overflowing with heartache, reached out and rubbed her head, and forced a relaxed smile on his face.

He tried to reassure her, saying, "It's not as dangerous as you think. I obtained a bit of the inheritance by chance and thought I'd give it a try. I was lucky and survived several times."

What he said was half true and half false.

That does fit his image of having good luck with opportunities, which he has always projected.

Hong Qitian stared at Fang Qingyu, seemingly trying to find some trace of pretense on his face.

After looking for a while, all he saw was complete indifference, and in the end, he could only click his tongue in disbelief and mutter, "Monster."

At this moment, Hong Qitian seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Who exactly was the first human ancestor to cultivate in this way?"

If we know who it is.

Perhaps this will give us a better understanding of Fang Qingyu's current situation.

Jiang Wei shook her head, her red eyes filled with regret: "The specific name and origin of that ancestor seem to be a taboo even to my father. He was vague when he mentioned it. Perhaps only my father, or an even more ancient being, knows the truth."

A clear look of disappointment flashed across Hong Qitian's face.

But he immediately followed up with the second, and most crucial, question: "So, according to this ancient method of cultivation, what realm is this kid currently equivalent to? How is his strength defined?"

This is the most practical approach.

Jiang Wei turned to look at Fang Qingyu again, carefully sensed him, and pondered, "If we simply define it by the level of power and the intensity of life aura, Qingzi's current state feels to me to be no weaker than, and even faintly surpasses, that of an ordinary expert who has just stepped into the fifth-order Martial God realm!"

She paused, then added, "Moreover, following this line of thought, it's possible that his strength in the City of Injustice, or even earlier, cannot be simply measured by the third or fourth tier."

"His rank has always been a mystery, and his true combat strength far exceeds what is apparent."

Upon hearing this, both the young Heavenly Emperor and Hong Qitian showed a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

After all, Fang Qingyu was able to defeat a fifth-tier opponent while only being at the third tier!

A combat power that transcends two ranks is unprecedented.

But when they thought about Fang Qingyu's current cultivation time...
To break through to the fifth rank in such a short time, his talent is truly terrifying.

And so that glimmer of hope vanished in an instant.

At that moment, Hong Qitian suddenly remembered something, and with a rare hint of tension in his expression, he looked at Fang Qingyu and asked.

"Kid, can you sense that there's still a road behind you?!"

This is an extremely crucial question.

The young Heavenly Emperor's gaze was also fixed on Fang Qingyu.

If this ancient path of cultivation ends at the fifth-tier Martial God level, or if there is no path forward at all.

Even though Fang Qingyu is currently very powerful, he will eventually have his limits.

As for the being we will face in the future, the hope remains slim.

But if this path can continue...
Under the intensely tense gazes of the three.

Fang Qingyu hardly hesitated.

He remembered the state that was yet to be activated on the diagram.

So he nodded seriously and said with certainty, "Yes."

"Yes?! Really?!"

Hong Qitian slapped his thigh suddenly, his face wrinkles smoothing out with excitement, and he let out a long breath that he had been holding for who knows how long.

He seemed to have instantly become ten years younger, repeatedly exclaiming, "Good! Good! Good! As long as there's a road, that's good! As long as there's a road, that's good! Hahaha!"

His eyes welled up with tears as he smiled.

Although the young Heavenly Emperor did not lose his composure as much as Hong Qitian.

But those clear eyes also shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

His slightly furrowed brows completely relaxed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

He solemnly cupped his hands towards Fang Qingyu: "Brother Fang, this is an extremely fortunate event!"

After the initial excitement subsided, Hong Qitian seemed to feel that it was not a good place to stay any longer.

They were also afraid that asking any more questions would reveal Fang Qingyu's core secrets.

He waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual casualness, but the satisfaction and excitement in his eyes were undeniable: "Alright, alright, I won't talk to you any longer, you little monster. Just looking at you makes me feel like I've wasted my life. There's a bunch of messy things to deal with at the Great Wall at Sea, I have to go keep an eye on things first. I'm off."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure blurred.

Disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing Hong Qitian leave, the young Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu and said in a gentle tone, "Brother Fang has just broken through, so it is not appropriate for me to disturb you any further."

He also nodded to Jiang Wei.

Then, his figure rippled like water and quietly disappeared.

In an instant, only Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei remained in the room.

However, before Fang Qingyu could even breathe a sigh of relief...

"Eh? No!"

The air rippled again, and Hong Qitian's figure returned.

Suddenly, it reappeared in the center of the room.

The old man looked suspicious as he scanned the room.

Finally, the image freezes on the spot where the young Heavenly Emperor had just disappeared.

Then he looked at Fang Qingyu, his eyes wide open.

"Wait a minute, kid Fang, when did you get involved with that guy from Heaven?!"

(End of this chapter)