Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 113: Human Race Practices Martial Arts

Humanity is now in its infancy, and although it reproduces rapidly, it is weak and frail as an infant.

If one suddenly possesses a method to directly reach the Quasi-Saint level, their cultivation speed will be astonishing. At that time, how could the soaring, undisguised aura of blood and qi, and the powerful and domineering fluctuations of the laws of power, possibly escape the perception of those innate great beings whose divine senses cover the heavens and earth?

The Lich and Demon races are currently at the height of their power, vying for the position of protagonists of the world. How can they allow others to sleep soundly beside them?

I fear that before this martial arts path can produce even a few powerful figures, it will attract a thunderous strike, leading to annihilation in an instant. Even the eternal covenant of Goddess Nuwa will be unable to protect it.

Moreover—his gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, reaching the Sanqing Daoist temple shrouded in clouds and mist on Kunlun Mountain, and the Grand Master Laozi, who was serene and inactive, yet destined to establish the Humanist religion and become a saint.

The opportunity for the Great Master to establish his teachings and attain sainthood lies within this clan—

If one paves the way completely, will one inadvertently sever the great opportunity for one's master to attain sainthood? This cause and effect is too great, with far-reaching implications, and must be carefully considered and avoided.

After much deliberation and weighing the pros and cons, Qinglian had made her decision.

He extended his jade-like fingers, gathering a point of pure light from creation at the fingertips, and gently touched the illusory image of the Qi and Blood chapter.

This section details the cultivation methods, key points, and concepts of "The Ultimate Power (Indestructible Martial Body)," as well as the proposed chapter on "Proving the Dao through Power (Martial Saint)."

It instantly became blurry, as if shrouded in a thick fog, leaving only a name and a direction for guidance, while the specific mysteries were completely hidden, waiting for a destined and capable person in future generations to unlock them.

He only clearly preserved the part that he had fully cultivated to the "Martial Intent Substance (Martial Soul Realm)," which was equivalent to the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

While a Taiyi Golden Immortal is considered a powerful figure in the current prehistoric world, it is not enough to immediately trigger the absolute vigilance of the highest levels of the Wu and Yao races. Top experts may pay attention, but they may not immediately take action to suppress such a person. This leaves the human race with a precious opportunity to develop and breathe.

As for the path forward, it would be safer to wait until a person of extraordinary talent and extraordinary fortune emerges among the human race, or until the time is ripe and the tide turns, and then let them explore on their own or let future generations fill in the gaps.

In this way, we can give humanity hope and strength without putting it in the spotlight too early, which is the best long-term strategy.

Having done all this, Qinglian stood up, took a step, and left the cave. Her figure merged into the void, and when she reappeared, she was near the settlement of the largest human tribes.

He did not make a big fuss or display any supernatural abilities. Instead, he quietly found the first few innate human leaders who were created by the goddess Nuwa herself from the innate soil. They were the most spiritual and the most intelligent. Now, they are called "ancestors" or "chiefs" by many surrounding tribes and have a high reputation.

In a secluded, lush valley, Qinglian manifested her form, her Taoist robe fluttering slightly, naturally exuding an aura of detachment and transcendence.

The human leaders, who were in their prime, robust in stature, and simple yet wise, were discussing tribal affairs when they were startled by his sudden appearance.

They immediately sensed that aura, which was faintly connected to the source of their own bloodline yet vast and profound, and recognized that this must be the immortal who had appeared beside the Holy Mother hundreds of years ago. They all respectfully prostrated themselves on the ground and addressed him as the immortal.

Qinglian raised her hand to support them, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted them up. Her expression was solemn, and without exchanging pleasantries, she directly pointed her fingers like a sword into the void.

The cultivation methods for the first three realms (Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin) of that martial arts chapter, which condensed Qi, blood, and will, transformed into several barely perceptible streaks of blue light and entered the ancestral apertures between the eyebrows of these leaders.

In an instant, detailed knowledge about how to strengthen muscles, bones, skin, and muscles, regulate the flow of qi and blood, refine power generation techniques, coordinate breathing, and even use medicinal baths as an aid took root and sprouted in their consciousness like seeds.

Although they could not immediately comprehend all the profound mysteries, they instinctively felt their blood and qi stirring deep within their bodies, as if boundless energy had been awakened within them, and a brand new door to the hall of power had opened before them!

It was a powerful force that was completely different from the previous reliance on rudimentary tools and collective cooperation, and it originated from the very essence of one's own life!

"This is the way of martial arts."

Qinglian's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power, resonating directly in their hearts.

"This is a method of self-improvement that I created by observing the principles of heaven and earth and examining your physical forms. It requires no external aids, only self-cultivation. Diligent practice and perseverance will strengthen your bodies, prolong your life, and also—possess the ability to protect your people..."

To resist the forces of danger.

His gaze swept over the group of people who were trembling with excitement yet trying to maintain their respect. His tone turned extremely solemn, carrying a hint of warning: "However, the method cannot be lightly passed on, and the Dao cannot be recklessly revealed. You must carefully choose your disciples to receive the early cultivation methods of this Dao. Only those with a resilient character, benevolence, loyalty, and a willingness to take responsibility can be taught. You must proceed step by step, laying a solid foundation. You must not be greedy for quick success or act rashly, and you must not bully the weak or cause internal strife within the clan. This is an ironclad rule!"

The more profound methods that follow, concerning the fate of the people, I will impart to you when the time is right.

If anyone spreads this teachings to other races without cause, or uses it for evil purposes, harming their own kind, I will surely sense it. At that time, not only will I revoke the transmission, but I will also punish them severely! Do you understand?

Although the human leaders could not fully comprehend the profound meaning of all the words, the solemn intent and the wonder and power of the martial arts techniques in their minds made them realize the seriousness of the matter and the unparalleled opportunity they had obtained.

Overwhelmed with emotion, they prostrated themselves once more, touching their foreheads to the ground, and uttered the most solemn and devout vows, swearing by their bloodline that they would never fail the high expectations of the immortals, and would be extremely cautious in leading their people to prosperity.

Qinglian nodded slightly, said no more, and her figure slowly disappeared from the spot, as if she had never appeared. Only the breeze in the valley seemed to still retain a trace of mysterious Daoist charm.

From that day onward, a cultivation method called "Martial Arts" quietly emerged among the human tribes on the shores of the East Sea.

Initially, only a very small number of the most trustworthy and valiant members of the tribe, rigorously selected by a few leaders, were able to pass on the teachings. They did so at sunrise, under the starry night sky, in secluded places in the mountains and forests.

Silently imitating the strange movements and breathing patterns in his mind, he pounded his body, condensed his breath, and felt the heat flow called "strength" gradually growing in his body.

Soon, the effects of practicing martial arts became apparent.

The cultivator's appetite increased dramatically, his body became increasingly robust, and his energy far surpassed what it used to be. His strength, speed, and reaction time also improved.

Their stamina has been greatly improved, making them more courageous and accurate when hunting. They also have a stronger ability to protect themselves and even fight back against common poisonous insects and beasts in the mountains and forests.

Even when injured, their blood and qi circulated so quickly that their recovery speed was astonishing. They became the most valiant hunters and warriors in the tribe.

The news gradually spread throughout the tribe, and people were filled with boundless longing and awe for this "miraculous power bestowed by the Azure Lotus Immortal".

Those who were chosen cherished this opportunity immensely, cultivated diligently, and dared not slack off in the slightest;

Those who did not receive the instruction then strived to demonstrate their abilities, hoping to gain the leader's approval through their bravery and loyalty.

Martial arts, like a spark, began to quietly spread and take root in this ignorant yet vibrant land.

Those who achieved mastery in their cultivation were revered as "warriors." They gradually became the backbone of the tribe, playing an increasingly important role in protecting their homes, expanding their hunting grounds, and defending against the occasional low-level monsters, and their status grew ever more exalted.

As for the "Dan Jin" and "Gang Jin" that follow the Hua Jin, and even the extraordinary and indestructible "Wu Xian" realm, these became the highest secrets and goals passed down from generation to generation by the leaders, inspiring the most outstanding and talented martial artists to keep exploring and climbing the peak of power.

Qinglian remained seated in his cave on the shore of the East Sea. His divine sense could clearly perceive a faint yet incredibly resilient aura, brimming with vitality and soaring power, accompanying the spread of martial arts and the overall flourishing development of the human race.

It slowly gathered and grew on the shores of the East China Sea, like streams converging into rivers. Although it still could not compare with the overwhelming fortune of the Lich and Demon races, it had already radiated a completely different brilliance.

He stroked the now-quiet Creation Whip in his hand, feeling the increasingly close and resonant connection between it and the destiny of the human race. His gaze was deep, piercing through the void, directed towards the unknown and magnificent future.

"The seeds have been sown. Whether they can withstand the trials of wind and rain and eventually grow into towering trees that block out the sky depends on your own perseverance, wisdom, and destiny. And the storms of the primordial world are always fierce; the real test is probably not far off."

Outside the cave, the tides of the East Sea still murmured, the sun rose and the moon set, seemingly carrying a rhythm of changing times, deep and powerful, foreshadowing a new chapter slowly unfolding. The vast stage of the primordial world had quietly reserved a place for the new protagonist.