Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 456 First Slay the Blood Kun

The main world, Qingquan Chunhui Hall University.

When Ji Xijun's figure reappeared in front of that quiet pavilion, seven years had passed since the last time.

Seven years may be a long time for ordinary people, enough to witness many changes:

But for martial artists who embark on the path to immortality, especially Li Xijun who has already reached the realm of Martial Saint, it may just be a matter of a few deep seclusions to comprehend the Great Dao.

When Li Xijun entered as usual, there were only two people in the attic.

Dressed in a simple robe, Su Nianyi was carefully tending to the spiritual spring water and tea leaves, her expression focused. A clear and pure spiritual energy emanated from her body, a sign of her successful cultivation in the Refining Spirit Realm.

On the other side, Su Nianying's aura was faint and subtle, secretly in harmony with a certain rhythm of heaven and earth, clearly indicating that she had made considerable progress in both martial arts and spiritual cultivation.

"Squeak!"

The door clicked open, breaking the silence in the attic.

The two women sensed something almost simultaneously and turned to look at each other.

When Su Nianyi saw Li Xijun reappear, her eyes lit up immediately.

"hope-jun?!" she exclaimed softly, almost instinctively trying to get up.

Su Nianying stared at the other person's figure, slightly lost in thought. After seven years apart, Li Xijun gave her a feeling that was even more unfathomable.

At this moment, Li Xijun exuded a natural "sense of presence" originating from the essence of life and the realm of the Great Dao, as if he were the center of that world and the embodiment of its laws.

She vaguely sensed that Li Xijun exuded a transcendent and "perfect" aura—one that was completely different from any martial arts or spirit-refining aura she knew.

"You're back." Su Nianying carefully examined Li Xijun. "This period of seclusion—it seems you've gained a lot?"

Li Xijun had no reason to hide anything from these two, and frankly said, "I've made some progress. In martial arts, I'm comparable to a mid-stage Martial Saint. In the path of Spirit Refinement—I've finally achieved the Yang God realm."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

However, the moment the words left his mouth, the air in the attic seemed to freeze.

Su Nianying's cool expression was instantly shattered, and she couldn't help but be somewhat stunned.

"Martial Saint—mid-stage? hope Jun, didn't you only go into seclusion for seven years?"

Seven years, from the initial stage of Martial Saint to the middle stage of Martial Saint!

What does this mean?!

Although Su Nianying had developed a certain "immunity" to Li Xijun's "unconventional" breakthroughs, she still felt a suffocating shock upon hearing it.

Now a Vajra Realm martial artist and a candidate for Martial Saint, she has learned a great deal about Martial Saints.

It usually takes decades, hundreds of years, or even longer of accumulation for a martial arts master to make a breakthrough.

Among the human martial saints—the Light Saint, Earth Saint, Water Saint, Thunder Saint, and Wood Saint—each was once a legendary prodigy of the Federation, yet they are still only at the early stage of martial sainthood.

After Li Xijun broke through to the Martial Saint level, he broke through again in seven years?

This can no longer be described as "genius"; it's practically a myth that overturns the common sense of martial arts.

Meanwhile, Su Nianyi didn't react much to what was said earlier, but when the words "Yang Shen" came out, she opened her mouth wide in astonishment.

"Yang Shen? Is that... the final realm above the lightning tribulation in the Divine Refinement system you announced, hope Jun?"

Li Xijun nodded, a rare hint of a smile and pride appearing on her face.

"Indeed, it is the Yang God. Now, I can be considered to have paved the way for the descendants of the Refining God path."

"Opening up the path forward — achieving the Yang Spirit —"

Su Nianyi repeated softly, unable to help but be somewhat amazed.

In these seven years, thanks to the continuous melting and nourishment from the dark golden lightning ball in her sea of ​​consciousness, and the extra benefits that Li Xijun naturally gave to those around her after announcing the system—the Supreme Visualization Method—her cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds. She has already successfully passed the first level of the lightning tribulation, condensed the unique "Lightning Mother Heavenly Lord" mental image, and stepped into the realm of Manifestation Saint True Lord.

She has a clear understanding of the first and second stages of the tribulation, and is confident that as long as she accumulates enough willpower, it will not be difficult for her to continue to break through to a higher realm.

But as for that elusive "Yang God," she always felt it was like looking at flowers through fog, elusive and unattainable, seemingly infinitely lofty and beyond reach.

Hearing Li Xijun personally confirm that she had achieved the Yang God realm, the shock and curiosity she felt were even stronger than when she heard that Li Xijun had broken through to the mid-stage of Martial Saint.

In Su Nianyi's view, this was the true demeanor of a "Taoist Ancestor"! A pioneer who lit the way for those who followed!

Seeing Su Nianyi's state, Li Xijun extended a finger, and a warm, pure, pale golden halo, as if containing the light of the universe's primordial birth, quietly appeared on the fingertip.

The halo wasn't dazzling, but it carried an indescribable sense of presence and purification.

The moment it appeared, the air in the attic seemed to become clearer, and the light seemed to brighten. Su Nianyi and Su Nianying felt a surge of comfort, as if they were being washed away by the gentlest warmth. The slight fatigue and distracting thoughts accumulated from days of cultivation quietly dissipated.

"The spirit is pure Yang, the thoughts are immortal, resonating with the universe, and the breath is in sync with the Great Dao."

Li Xijun spoke briefly, a halo of light rippled slightly at his fingertips, as if countless tiny runes of law were born and flowed within them, "A single thought can perceive the microscopic world, a moment can deduce the myriad changes of laws."

Su Nianyi stared intently at the pale golden halo, feeling the vastness, warmth, and transcendence it contained, her heart filled with longing and amazement.

So this is the Yang God—truly a completely different level.

This power is like the sun in the infinite universe. Except for the lack of the power of laws, its power is probably no less than that of a Martial Saint.

After the initial shock and amazement, the atmosphere in the attic gradually calmed down.

Li Xijun looked around and casually asked, "Where are Qiyue and Lisa? Why can't I see them?"

Upon hearing this, Su Nianying smiled helplessly and explained, "Qiyue successfully broke through to the Golden Core Realm a few years ago, condensing a second-grade martial arts Golden Core, which shows her exceptional talent. However, she is very competitive, and in recent years, she has been greatly stimulated by Nianyi's rapid progress in the path of spiritual refinement. She feels that she cannot fall too far behind in martial arts, so she spends most of her time in seclusion, rarely coming out."

Li Xijun nodded. Jiang Qiyue's martial arts talent was already outstanding, and it was extremely rare for her to condense a second-grade golden core. Diligent cultivation was a good thing.

"As for Vice Principal Lisa—"

Su Nianying continued, "For the past seven years, she has been diligently cultivating the supreme visualization method you gave her. Perhaps it's a case of accumulating knowledge and experience before it finally blossoms, but her spiritual strength has increased remarkably. Now she can vaguely sense the 'cosmic laws' of the flame that resonates with her. This is extremely beneficial for her to break through her martial arts bottleneck and even to glimpse higher realms in the future. Therefore, she has been in seclusion, trying to seize this rare opportunity for enlightenment."

"I see." Li Xijun understood. It's normal that Vice Principal Lisa, who had been stuck on the Great Vajra Nine Revolutions for many years, was able to find a breakthrough opportunity by using the method of refining the spirit to make connections with other things.

After chatting for a while and drinking a few cups of spiritual tea that Su Nianyi had brewed again, Li Xijun felt increasingly calm and relaxed.

While continuous cultivation and breakthroughs in different worlds yield remarkable results, they inevitably lead to mental fatigue.

Returning to this familiar "home" and chatting with old friends was a rare and pleasant experience.

Just as he was about to suggest resting here for a few days as usual, "Cough—" Su Nianying suddenly coughed lightly, a very faint blush crossing her cool face.

She glanced at Su Nianyi, who was secretly gesturing with her eyes and even poking her waist with her finger.

Under the "pressure" of her younger sister's expectant and urging gaze, Su Nianying said to Li Xijun, "Xijun, since Qiyue and Lisa are both in seclusion, you must also need time to stabilize your realm and relax your mind after your return. It just so happens—Nianyi and I have recently encountered some obstacles in our spiritual cultivation—"

"I wonder—could it be like back in the Qingquan Chunhui Palace—that we could use the method of spiritual communion to more directly perceive the Yang Shen's realm and clear the obstacles?"

The meaning of these words couldn't be clearer.

Upon hearing this, Li Xijun was slightly taken aback. Then, the scene of his first deep soul fusion with Su Nianyi when he was a freshman in Qingquan Chunhui Hall and was still in the Nascent Soul Realm involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

He looked up and saw Su Nianyi gazing at him expectantly, her eyes clear and firm. Clearly, she had been pondering this suggestion for quite some time.

He smiled slightly, nodded, and said in a gentle voice, "Very well. Since the Yang Spirit is newly formed, it needs more interaction. Let's go to the quiet room."

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Upon hearing this, Su Nianyi's face lit up with joy, her eyes curving into crescents, and even her head, which had felt somewhat heavy over the years, seemed to lighten considerably.

Good times always seem to pass by exceptionally quickly.

The quiet room deep inside the attic was enclosed by layers of calming and protective barriers set up by Li Xijun using the power of his Yang God, isolating it from the outside world.

For many days and nights afterward, this place became a secret spot where the three of them would contemplate the Great Dao together.

With their souls connected without reservation and Li Xijun's careful guidance, the two gained a clearer understanding of the path. The obstacles that had once troubled them suddenly became clear. Under the nourishment and resonance of the Yang God's intent, the essence of their souls became more refined and transparent at a visible speed, steadily moving towards a higher level.

Many days later.

Li Xijun stepped out of the quiet room. With light steps, his figure vanished from the attic like a dream.

The next moment, he was no longer in the Qingquan Chunhui Palace, but appeared in the sky above Kyoto, in the depths of the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea that ordinary people could not see or touch, before the entrance to a small world that was closely connected to the main world, yet relatively independent.

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This is the place of seclusion for the Wind Saint, one of the eight saints of the Federation.

Without hesitation, Li Xijun stepped inside.

The view suddenly opened up before me; it was no longer a sea of ​​clouds, but a boundless world filled with endless flowing winds.

The winds here are no ordinary air currents. Some are as gentle as feathers, brushing against the skin with a touch of coolness; others are as sharp as knives, cutting through the void and leaving faint white marks; still others are as violent as dragons, whipping up towering waves and roaring endlessly; still others are as nimble as silk, weaving through the invisible, outlining mysterious trajectories. Countless forms and countless properties of wind coexist harmoniously here, jointly enacting the infinite mysteries of the laws of "wind."

At the center of the world, on a blue lotus platform formed from the pure laws of "wind," an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His figure appeared slender, yet he seemed to be one with the entire world of wind. With each breath, countless streams of wind moved in rhythm, exhaling unimaginable and vast power.

It was Feng Sheng.

Li Xijun's arrival did not seem to surprise the saint.

Feng Sheng slowly opened his eyes. His aged yet clear eyes, which seemed to see through all the changes and shifts in the world, calmly looked at Li Xijun.

"You've arrived."

A hint of amazement appeared in Feng Sheng's voice: "The speed at which your strength has improved is much faster than I expected. Among the current Martial Saints, most are no match for you. Only I and Yan Sheng, who have entered the middle stage, have not been caught up by you."

"That's not all. Even the old Taoist priest couldn't quite see through that—the aura of your spirit. Your return this time has caused quite a stir."

Li Xijun respectfully bowed to the Martial Saint who had shown him much kindness before straightening up and calmly meeting the all-seeing gaze of the Wind Saint.

"Senior, you are wise. I have been fortunate enough to have some opportunities."

Feng Sheng stroked his long, snow-white beard, a hint of approval and deeper curiosity flashing in his eyes. He didn't press for details, but simply nodded: "Opportunities are also part of strength. You've reached this level in just a few years, far surpassing what I was like back then. I'm afraid that in a few more years, this star field will be too shallow for you."

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His gaze was distant, as if piercing through a wormhole in the distance, before he turned his gaze back to Li Xijun.

"Speak, what brings you to see this old Taoist priest?"

"Today I will leave the pass and first slay the Blood Kun to test my skills," Li Xijun said calmly.

Feng Sheng's expression turned solemn.

His gaze swept back and forth over Li Xijun, as if he were weighing and evaluating something.

"You want to travel alone to the Blood Kun Mythical World and slay that Emperor-level being?"

Feng Sheng's voice remained calm, yet carried a rare hint of seriousness. "hope Jun, I know your strength has greatly improved and you are no ordinary being. But that Blood Kun is far beyond the reach of ordinary emperor-level beings."

It has resided at the center of the Blood Kun mythical world for countless millennia, deeply bound to the origin of that world. In its home turf, its strength is enhanced by something akin to the will of the world, granting it terrifying resilience and endurance.

He paused, a hint of worry flashing in his aged eyes: "More importantly, under this starry sky, although our human race is strong, it is not without rivals. The emperor-level beings of the other major mythological worlds are not to be trifled with. They will not sit idly by and watch our human race slay another powerful enemy of the same level."

"Once you become entangled in a prolonged battle with the Blood Kun, unable to break through its defenses, or even merely showing signs of being able to kill it—it's hard to guarantee that beings from other worlds won't intervene. At that point, it might not just be a battle between you and the Blood Kun, but could escalate into a multi-party melee, or even—the fuse for a total war."

Every word Feng Sheng said was true; they were all mature and prudent opinions.

At their level, a single misstep can have far-reaching consequences; a rash action could lead to unpredictable chain reactions.

However, Li Xijun's expression remained unchanged, and his gaze remained calm and firm.

"I understand what you have to say, senior."

He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful, "Therefore, I have come to discuss this with you, senior, and ask you to coordinate with the other Martial Saints, just in case."

He took a step forward, and the perfectly harmonious aura around him rippled slightly, causing the trajectory of the endless flowing winds around him to deviate almost imperceptibly.

"As for whether I can kill the Blood Kun—I am confident."