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Chapter 144 Breakthrough

"Chen Yang has succeeded! He has paved a new path for internal energy martial arts!" The voice of Heaven resounded in Sudan's ears!

Xia Jie's decision to have the ghost general fight Chen Yang wasn't for the sake of it! Firstly, Su Fan had spent so much time with Chen Yang and didn't want him to die!

Secondly, Chen Yang is a true genius in martial arts, at least in terms of his unparalleled cultivation speed! He shouldn't have died!

Everything is just a performance. There is great terror between life and death, but people can also unleash tremendous potential when they are driven to the brink of despair.

In fact, even if Chen Yang hadn't broken through at the last moment, it wouldn't have mattered much; at most, the disguise of Zhenwu would have simply appeared.

"Give me a copy of Chen Yang's breakthrough insights!" Su Fan said. Although Su Fan hadn't reached the ninth level of martial arts yet and couldn't use it, this thing wouldn't do any harm!

The knowledge compiled by the Heavenly Dao flooded into Su Fan's mind, and Su Fan accepted the path that Chen Yang had almost risked his life for.

After a long while, he finally exhaled and opened his eyes: "So the next step is the union of spirit and energy! Willpower as the catalyst, and spirit as the furnace!"

It is not simply about controlling internal energy with one's mind, but rather about using a highly concentrated will as a fuse and furnace to ignite and transform internal energy.

In a desperate situation, Chen Yang relied on an extreme will that refused to die, refused to admit defeat, and believed himself to be the best in the world to forcibly achieve the fusion of internal energy and spiritual will!

This is essentially about using the spirit to control and unify internal energy. Internal energy is the foundation, the part most closely connected to oneself. But it is also more unruly...

It requires divine intervention to harmonize and resonate.

Su Fan immediately ordered the Heavenly Dao: "Heavenly Dao, using Chen Yang's breakthrough data as the core, and combining it with the existing martial arts database of the Mountain and Sea Realm, begin to deduce the safe advancement model of the Divine Qi Unity Theory and energy fusion, and perfect this path. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and the rest depends on you."

Chen Yang was able to do all this because a crack had already been opened in the world regarding idealism!

In fact, Su Fan would even agree that the latecomer could surpass the early one, because as long as Su Fan's internal energy fills all the acupoints in his body, the step of combining spirit and energy is almost effortless for him.

In terms of mental will, there is absolutely no one stronger than Su Fan. You should know that emotional crystals can increase mental power, and Su Fan has consumed countless emotional crystals.

It can even control objects remotely using only mental power, which shows how powerful its mental strength is!

Xia Jie remained standing atop the boulder, his black robes motionless in the increasingly fierce evening wind. His dark red eyes calmly gazed at Chen Yang, whose breath was faint and whose life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, lying on the sand.

The demonic path is more about slaughter than about reproduction. With a casual gesture, Xia Jie conjured a small golden bottle!

This was naturally a man-made version of a religious artifact. The ivory bottle flew above Chen Yang's body and hovered motionless. With the bottle mouth facing down, strands of milky white liquid slowly dripped down and entered Chen Yang's mouth.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, Xia Jie stood with his hands behind his back, his face as calm as a still well, but this still cost a considerable amount of money; this small amount of liquid...

The body consumes a massive amount of faith power.

Chen Yang was pulled back from the brink of death, and as a result, his physical foundation became more solid than before his injury, and he was more adaptable to the new power.

Chen Yang's consciousness slowly rose from a chaotic ocean interwoven with darkness and warmth.

It was as if an energy permeated every corner of his limbs, meridians, and acupoints, repairing the brokenness, soothing the excruciating pain, and even bringing an unprecedented, solid, and vibrant sense of fulfillment.

The sky above the Gobi Desert was blood-red, and beneath him lay rough, cold sand, the howling wind still whistling in his ears. Everything was exactly the same as before he lost consciousness, except that the ghostly general who had brought the threat of death had vanished without a trace.

I'm still alive? Chen Yang was stunned for a moment. I'm the protagonist, the protagonist can't die!

The sensations emanating from his body stunned him once more. Instead of the expected weakness and pain, he experienced a completely new feeling of being filled with power and in complete control!

The internal energy flows smoothly and freely, and one can even see that the meridians are several times wider and stronger than before.

"Stop pretending to be dead if you're awake." A cold, familiar voice came from above and to the side, carrying the usual indifference and a hint of impatience.

Chen Yang turned his head sharply and saw that Xia Jie had come down from the boulder at some point and was standing not far from him. His black royal robes fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and his dark red eyes were looking down at him with a hint of disdain in them.

"Old man!" Chen Yang sprang to his feet instantly, adopting a defensive posture. His internal energy instinctively accelerated its circulation, and a unique aura, blending indomitable fighting spirit, subtly emanated from him.

Xia Jie ignored this, simply saying, "Not bad, not bad!"

"You—" Chen Yang was both shocked and furious, but even more so, he felt a sense of disorientation and confusion after surviving a catastrophe. "Where is the ghost general? My wound—was it you?"

"I?" Xia Jie scoffed, interrupting his speculation. "The power of the Ghost Path is for killing and destruction; why would I use it to heal an ant like you?"

Xia Jie's gaze swept over Chen Yang, but his tone remained cold: "You survived only because of the protection of the Ya Zi inheritance within you. Ya Zi is bloodthirsty, but also extremely vengeful and protective of its own. You forcibly fused with your inner will and energy, barely managing to keep yourself afloat and repair yourself somewhat."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang instantly extinguished the absurd thought that Xia Jie might lend a helping hand that had just surfaced in his mind.

Yes, the man in front of me is Xia King Jie, who slaughtered countless people in Japan and treated human life like dirt. He is a tyrant of the Ghost Path. Why would he waste his power to save me, an ant who is only slightly interesting in his eyes?

The Yazi lineage is profound, and he himself broke through in a desperate situation, stimulating his hidden potential. This seems plausible.

He subconsciously sensed the newly generated internal energy within his body that was perfectly integrated with his own fighting spirit, which made him believe Xia Jie's words even more.

"So that's how it is—" Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing slightly, but his eyes remained sharp as he stared at Xia Jie.

Regardless, the most important thing is that I didn't die and even broke through! As for whether that old man was just watching coldly or doing something underhanded, it's not worth worrying about now.

"Hmph, I guess I'm lucky, and the inheritance is powerful too!" Chen Yang straightened his back and thought to himself.

The confidence that came with his recent breakthrough and surge in power, along with the thought that he was indeed a genius protagonist, resurfaced, overshadowing the fear of near death and his apprehension towards Xia Jie. "Your ghost general is nothing special, and you even let me benefit from this misfortune! It seems that your test was just a training material on my path to growth!"

Xia Jie simply said, "Sharp tongue and sharp tongue. If you think this is the end, you can continue to be smug."

A powerful pressure enveloped Chen Yang, making him feel as if he were being stared at by an ancient beast, as if the beast would kill him at any moment.

Xia Jie no longer looked at Chen Yang, his black robes outlining a solitary figure in the wind: "Now that this matter is settled, I should also depart!"

"Wait!" Chen Yang suddenly called out to him. Although he secretly hoped this plague would leave as soon as possible, some questions and his competitive spirit still made him speak up, "You're just leaving like this? You made me a tour guide for several days, and almost killed me, just to see if I could break through at the last minute? What exactly are you after?"

Xia Jie did not turn around. His voice carried on the wind, as cold and unpredictable as ever: "Why do I need to explain my actions to you? Do I need a reason for doing things? As for you, you haven't disappointed me too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to fade rapidly, like an ink painting being blurred by clear water.

"Old man! Next time we meet, I'll be stronger than your damn ghost general! Then—" Chen Yang shouted at the disappearing figure.

"I'll be waiting." Xia Jie's last voice drifted over, devoid of emotion. "I hope you can live to see that day."

"Awesome! So awesome!" Chen Yang let out a long, triumphant roar, overjoyed by the breakthrough and the surge of energy ignited by Xia Jie.

The will to become stronger and go further burned brightly in his heart.

Looking at the desolate Gobi Desert, Chen Yang seemed to realize something and shouted at the empty desert, "Old man, at least take me back!"