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Chapter 458 The Swamp from which there is no escape, all laws return to their source!
Inside the original martial arts wall.

Mirage Dragon Swamp.

The concept of time becomes blurred and distorted here.

Fang Qingyu transformed into a dim streak of lightning, traversing the unchanging vegetation and pervasive multicolored miasma for an unknown period of time.

one day? Two days?

Maybe longer?

Since those two giants stopped their pursuit.

After disappearing into the dense miasma, Fang Qingyu, out of caution, sped deeper into the miasma for a long time.

But soon.

A chilling discovery forced him to stop.

No matter which direction he moves in.

No matter how fast he is.

The surrounding scenery seemed trapped in an eternal cycle.

The roots still protrude from the swamp like writhing dragons; the ancient trees still tower, their strange shapes obscuring the sky; the poisonous miasma still flows silently, its colors hazy and indistinct.
There is no end, no change.

There is no such thing as an export.

He tried to fly straight up, attempting to break through the suffocating green dome and glimpse the entire swamp.

But the dense miasma above seemed to have no limit. The higher he flew, the stronger the suppression of the rules became, and the clearer his self-shrinking consciousness became, to the point that he felt as if he was forever stuck in the same place, unable to reach the so-called sky.

He also tried to dive down into the bottomless, humus-smelling black waters of the swamp.

But underwater is an even darker and more desolate world.

The enormous underwater plants entwined the body like ghostly claws, greatly suppressing the divine sense, and the sense of shrinkage at the level of rules was even stronger underwater.

It felt as if it could be crushed by endless darkness and pressure at any moment.

It's impossible to get to the bottom.

This Mirage Dragon Swamp is like a perfect prison.

An infinite maze that uses rules to distort space and perception.

They continued to wander aimlessly like headless flies.

It's just a waste of power that's already greatly diminished due to the suppression of the rules.

Fang Qingyu's figure finally stopped on the broad leaves of a strange plant with leaves that resembled emerald platforms.

The lightning subsided, revealing a face.

She remained in blue.

But a lingering weariness and vigilance were already evident in his brows.

"This can't go on like this."

Fang Qingyu muttered to himself.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent swamp.

Fang Qingyu sat down cross-legged.

Force yourself to calm down.

He focused his mind on his body, carefully sensing the current situation.

Strength, vital energy, and the range of spiritual consciousness.
Everything was compressed proportionally by an invisible rule.

It's hard to measure exactly how many times it was compressed, but the feeling of being restricted, as if wearing heavy shackles, is incredibly real.

The clear and turbid slash that could easily cleave mountains before.

At this moment, it would probably take a lot of effort to even split open this giant leaf in front of us.

We must find a way to break this deadlock.

Fang Qingyu scanned the strange surroundings. "Forced entry is futile, and my senses are clouded. The only way out may lie within myself!"

He thought of the massive amount of skill points.

He wandered through this primordial martial arts arena for twenty years, experiencing forty-seven different eras and worlds, slaying countless "corpse demons," "fierce beasts," and "evil spirits."
These beings, sharing the same origin as the Fate Demon, provided him with unimaginable skill points.

Over the past twenty years, in order to expedite the inheritance process in each world and comprehend the core inheritances that point directly to the origin, he has devoted most of his energy to it.

The numerous martial arts techniques, secret arts, and extraordinary skills that I learned and collected in various worlds.

He only grasped the basics, barely getting started.

So he put it aside for the time being and did not pursue it in depth.

Firstly, time is of the essence, and secondly, the world's problems can often be solved by relying on the understanding of the core inheritance and one's own basic strength.

But now, things are different.

He was trapped here, his future uncertain, and he had no outside help.

These nearly 18,000 skill points are his greatest reliance at this moment, the key to breaking the deadlock, strengthening himself, and perhaps even deciphering the rules of this place.

Moreover, these martial arts techniques, once perfected, can be transformed into source points.

It can also be used to further deduce the original techniques.

With this in mind, Fang Qingyu no longer hesitated.

Take a deep breath and suppress all distracting thoughts.

Looking around, the huge leaf was relatively flat and dry, and the miasma around it was thin, so there was no obvious danger at the moment.

Fang Qingyu twitched his fingertips slightly, and several extremely weak, almost invisible streams of qi and blood shot out, silently disappearing into the ground in several directions around him.

Do it all.

Fang Qingyu closed his eyes completely.

His mind sank completely into the depths of his consciousness.

Before that map.

Above the diagram, besides the most core fundamental techniques such as the [Primordial Creation Strategy] and the [Myriad Phenomena Cycle of Change], as well as the original techniques such as [Purity and Turbidity] and [Imperial Thunder Pivot], there are also other techniques.

Below, hundreds of martial arts techniques and skill names are listed in dense rows.

Their origins are diverse, encompassing fists, palms, legs, fingers, knives, swords, spears, staffs, unusual weapons, formations, talismans, escape techniques, body tempering, and secret arts of the soul.
It encompasses almost everything.

These all occurred over the past two decades.

The skills learned from heroes of the Sui and Tang dynasties, extraordinary figures of the Northern and Southern dynasties, alchemists of the Qin and Han dynasties, Qi practitioners of the pre-Qin period, and even earlier tribal ancestors.

They may not be as high-grade as the invincible method that points directly to the source.

But each one is a condensation of the essence of its respective era.

Each has its own unique features.

Fang Qingyu had a sudden thought.

The skill names on the chart, which had been dim and only displayed the word "beginner," suddenly lit up.

"let's start"

The thought, like the most precise pointer, first pointed to the skills learned from the era of Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

boom!
Skill points flowed like a floodgate opening.

It instantly decreased by 1500 points.

At the same time, a wealth of insights into footwork, formation layout, activating the earth's energy, and aligning with the celestial constellations flooded into Fang Qingyu's mind like a sudden awakening.

This is further corroborated and integrated with the original insights gained from the great feng shui master.

His body surface.

Threads of barely perceptible airflow flowed on their own.

The essence of footwork is ingrained in one's very bones.

In just a short while, the Heavenly Gang Steps and Earthly Fiend Formation had already surpassed the minor and major success levels, reaching the perfect state!

Transformation, [Original Point +100]

Fang Qingyu didn't stop, and his mind moved again.

Li Yuanba's Secret Technique: Mountain-Shaking Strength!
This is the second world, the essence of the pure power application of that fiercest general at the end of the Sui Dynasty.

Skill points have been reduced again.

A pure and ultimate sense of power washed over Fang Qingyu's limbs and bones, his muscle fibers seemed to be roaring silently, allowing him to understand and control his own Divine Prison Realm physical power at a deeper level.

Perfect! [Origin Points +100]!
"Pre-Qin Qi Cultivation Techniques: Basic Chapter"! An ancient and pure method for transporting and condensing Qi and blood, with remarkable effects in solidifying one's foundation.

Perfect! [Origin Points +100]!
"Guigu Dunjia - Fragment"! It contains a trace of the mystery of spatial transformation and complements the Lesser Void Escape.

Perfect! [Origin Points +100]!
The Classic of Materia Medica: Chapter on Differentiating Qi! Enhances the perception and identification of the qi of all things in heaven and earth, especially plants, trees, and poisonous miasma.

Perfect! [Origin Points +100]!
Skill points are being consumed at an unprecedented rate.

One martial art and secret technique after another was instantly pushed to perfection, transformed into precious source points, and became part of Fang Qingyu's own cultivation foundation.

His aura began to subtly change.

It has become more harmonious and profound.

The understanding and application of various forces are being integrated and improved at an alarming rate. Like a sponge, it is frantically absorbing the essence and nutrients from different eras and schools of thought.

……

at the same time.

Outside the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

The two Kuafu giants, fleeing as if in a panic, did not dare to stop, and with earth-shattering strides, they rushed back to their tribe's settlement.

This is a vast valley nestled between towering mountains.

Many simple yet magnificent houses, built from logs, stones, and the bones of unknown animals, stand in the valley.

Many Kuafu tribesmen, ranging in height from tens to hundreds of feet, were active in the valley, some polishing huge bone clubs and stone axes, others dragging giant ferocious beasts they had hunted, and the air was filled with a wild and untamed atmosphere.

Ignoring the curious gazes of their people, the two giants charged straight toward the tallest palace in the center of the valley, a palace built primarily of the skull of a terrifying behemoth.

The interior of the hall is extremely spacious.

It is large enough to accommodate several giants discussing matters at the same time.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the hall, on a wide chair made from a complete, pure white giant bone, sat a giant with an especially terrifying aura.

He was over two hundred feet tall, and just sitting there, he looked like a small mountain.

His bronze skin was etched with many mysterious dark red totems, and his muscles, like rocks forged over millions of years, were full of explosive power and endless vicissitudes.

He closed his eyes slightly, his breathing deep and rhythmic, as if in sync with the pulse of the entire earth.

He was the leader of this Kuafu clan.

Kuafu!

"leader!"

The two giants who had been chasing Fang Qingyu rushed into the main hall and knelt down on one knee with a thud. The loud sound echoed in the hall, and their faces were filled with fear and unease.

Kuafu on the bone seat slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes like a lava lake, their opening and closing seeming to conjure images of a great earthquake and collapsing mountains.

His gaze fell on the two clansmen below, then swept over their empty backs, his voice deep and rumbling like the earth's veins.

"Where are the intruders?"

One of the giants lowered his head even further, his voice trembling: "Reporting to the chief! That intruder is extremely slippery and moves at a strange speed. We chased him all the way, but he escaped into the forbidden area! We chased him to the outer edge of the forbidden area, but seeing that he was still going deeper, we dared not pursue him any further. I'm coming back to report!"

After saying this, both giants held their breath.

His body trembled slightly as he awaited the anticipated thunderous wrath.

Unauthorized trespassing on the sacred mountain and disturbing the source is already a serious crime.

Now, the invaders have even escaped into forbidden territory that they themselves dare not venture into.

The Mirage Dragon Swamp—this crime is enough to warrant severe punishment.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Only Kuafu's heavy breathing rose and fell like a bellows.

Kuafu's brows furrowed slowly.

My fingers tapped lightly on the bone handrail, producing a dull thud.

"You mean... he ran deep into the forbidden area?" His voice was unreadable, but the invisible pressure made the two giants almost collapse to the ground.

“Yes, yes, Chief. We saw it with our own eyes,” another giant added, forcing a smile.

A suffocating silence descended once again.

The two giants knelt on the ground, each second feeling like an eternity, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads and hitting the stone ground.

However, the expected anger did not materialize.

They waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but cautiously raise their heads to look at the bone.

But they discovered that, without them noticing, Kuafu's figure had vanished from the bone seat!
It was as if they had never been there.

Only his heavy, mountain-like aura still lingered in the air, proving his presence just now.

After a long while, the leader's deep and majestic voice seemed to come slowly from all directions, from the depths of the earth, echoing in the empty hall:

"Send an order."

"Summon all warriors!"

"Seal off the edge of the forbidden zone!"

Not even a single insect is allowed to fly out!

……

The Great Wall at Sea, A7 Theater.

Amidst the cold metal ramparts, a biting wind whipped the battle flags and the faces of the soldiers.

A group of high-ranking officials, led by Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Lin Kang, Su Wanqing, Xiao Jiu, and Jiang Qi, along with Jiang Wei in a red dress and barefoot, and Hong Qitian, who looked like an ordinary old farmer, all stood solemnly here.

Their gazes pierced through the distant sea, looking towards the horizon where the water met the sky.

Behind them stretched the majestic Great Wall for dozens of miles.

And on the city walls and decks, countless warriors held their breath, gripping their weapons tightly.

Everyone knew what was coming.

It will be a fierce battle far more intense than any previous one.

The two million-strong army of ghosts hung like a sword over their heads, but what was even more terrifying were the five or more royal figures hidden within the army, as unfathomable as an abyss.

The disparity in troop strength is enormous, and the comparison of high-end combat capabilities is even more disheartening.

This time, there was no grand pre-battle mobilization, nor any wishful thinking slogans.

Every soldier's eyes were filled with determination.

They all knew that to defend this defensive line, which had been bought with the blood of countless comrades, they had to fight.

Everyone must squeeze out every last bit of their potential.

Perhaps, that's the only chance of survival.

The atmosphere was as heavy as solid seawater, making one's chest feel suffocated.

Time slipped away second by second in this extreme oppression.

The sea remained calm, but the deathly stillness before the storm was more unsettling than any raging torrent.

suddenly!

Hong Qitian, who had been keeping his eyes slightly closed as if he were dozing off, suddenly opened them.

Those seemingly cloudy old eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Then, softly, he uttered two words:
"coming."

Om-! ! !
Almost the instant he finished speaking.

On the distant horizon, that nauseating black line reappeared out of nowhere once again.

And it spread and expanded at an alarming rate.

It was as if endless ink was surging in from the other side of the world, threatening to completely dye the entire azure ocean a deathly black.

Woohoo!!!!
A piercing, highest-level alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire A7 war zone!

War has broken out again!
This time, however, the scale far exceeds that of the past.

The black tide line quickly transformed into surging waves, and then into a terrifying, boundless tidal wave.

Countless grotesque, howling demons, like locusts from hell, densely filled the entire field of vision.

And amidst that overwhelming murderous aura and deathly intent.

Five terrifying auras, as dazzling as dark stars, rose up without any concealment.

Like five colossal pillars supporting the sky, they held up this land of death.

Five royal bloodlines!

They didn't even bother to hide themselves, openly and brazenly unleashing their oppressive aura.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!!!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice, amplified by the sound-amplifying array, resounded throughout the entire defensive line, forcefully suppressing the commotion caused by the chilling aura of a king.

On the Great Wall, all force field shields instantly activated to their maximum power, emitting a buzzing sound.

The martial artists' blood and qi surged.

Hong Qitian slowly stepped forward and walked to the very edge of the wall.

His hunched body seemed to straighten up a little at that moment.

As he gazed at the five royal auras in the distance, which seemed like embodiments of disaster, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

“Five.”

"They really think highly of this old man."

He muttered to himself, then slowly raised his withered right hand, which he had kept tucked in his sleeve.

(End of this chapter)