Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Two days later, in the evening.

In a secluded courtyard within the War King's Mansion, a bathtub made from a single piece of warm jade is filled with emerald green medicinal liquid, exuding a rich vitality amidst swirling mist.

On the stone platform by the pool, several jade bottles and an open jade box are neatly arranged, containing lustrous pills and a subtle fragrance of ointment.

Lan Zhan had changed into a sharp black outfit, his long hair tied up, and his usual nonchalance was gone, replaced by a solemn expression. He stood by the pool, his fingertips moving lightly, and a wisp of condensed, almost tangible, silver-white sword energy emerged from his fingertips, emitting a faint ringing sound.

Lan He removed his outer robe and stepped into the pool. The warm medicinal liquid submerged his chest, and a rich vitality seeped into him through his pores. He sat cross-legged in the center of the pool and nodded to his father on the shore.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, focus your mind on your dantian." Lan Zhan's voice was calm and steady. "The sword energy enters your body like ten thousand needles piercing you. You must guard the clarity of your mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

The silver-white sword energy darted out like a serpent, circled around Lan He's body, and then split into dozens of thin sword beams, which simultaneously pierced into his major acupoints!

"Hmm!"

Lan He's body jolted violently, and he let out a muffled groan, as if countless red-hot needles had instantly pierced his limbs and bones, and were frantically darting and cutting through his meridians and flesh.

The life force in the medicinal liquid surged forth, constantly repairing the body torn apart by the sword energy, but the newly formed flesh was instantly shredded by subsequent sword energy.

Destruction and regeneration clashed fiercely between every inch of skin and every bone. Waves of excruciating pain washed over him, almost drowning his consciousness.

Lan Zhan's eyes flashed like lightning, firmly locking onto the figure in the pool.

He lightly pressed his fingertips, sending out wisps of gentle vitality that protected Lan He's vital energy while carefully guiding the raging sword energy, allowing it to orderly temper specific bones and fascia according to the operating path of the Formless Sword Body.

……

Time passed slowly amidst extreme pain.

Seven days later, the color of the medicinal liquid in the pool gradually faded, indicating that its medicinal power was being rapidly consumed.

Fine beads of blood continuously seeped from Lan He's body, then condensed and peeled off under the influence of sword energy and medicinal power, revealing the new skin beneath, which faintly gleamed with a jade-like luster. Fine "crackling" sounds emanated from his bones, as if they were being repeatedly forged by an invisible force.

Nearly half a month later.

The medicinal bath has been changed three times. A very faint silver luster has adhered to the surface of Lanhe's main bones. Occasionally, the sound of swords ringing out can be heard, but it is scattered and unsystematic.

Lan He was on the verge of collapse several times, his consciousness surging amidst excruciating pain. Only a surge of unwillingness and obsession pulled him back from the brink of collapse time and again, allowing him to circulate his cultivation techniques and guide his sword energy.

Lan Zhan's expression grew increasingly serious, and he became more and more cautious in his actions.

The father and son were engaged in a silent and arduous struggle within this small medicinal pool.

Until dusk on the twenty-eighth day.

The pool water cleared once more. Lan He sat cross-legged within, his face pale, but his breathing gradually became steady. The raging sword energy around him no longer charged wildly, but instead gently adhered to the surface of his bones, slowly seeping in and merging with them.

Suddenly, a clear, resonant sound rang out from the center of his spine, like a sword being drawn from its sheath!

A barely perceptible silver light flashed from the tailbone straight through the neck bone, disappearing in an instant. Immediately afterwards, subtle sword-like sounds rang out from the major bones of the body, echoing each other and finally merging into a deep and harmonious tremor.

Lan He suddenly opened his eyes, a silver glint flashing deep within his pupils. He slowly raised his arm, and beneath his skin, his bones faintly shimmered with a metallic silver luster, indestructible yet containing the sharpness unique to a sword.

Seeing this, Lan Zhan withdrew the last bit of sword energy from his fingertips, a relieved smile on his face: "You brat, you finally made it through."

He waved his hand, taking a jade bottle from the stone platform into his palm, and flicked it towards Lan He: "Take the 'Jade Marrow Muscle Regeneration Pill' and stabilize your breathing. With the sword bones formed, you've entered the realm of the Formless Sword Body. From now on, just cultivate step by step; I won't need to intervene further."

Lan He took the pill and swallowed it, feeling the completely different bone structure within his body, which seemed to contain boundless sword intent. He endured the aching pain throughout his body and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to his father on the shore:

"Thank you, Father."

Lan Zhan shook his slightly sore wrist, and his usual carefree smile returned to his face, though a trace of fatigue still lingered in his eyes: "Hehe, a mid-level body-refining spiritual martial art... You've got quite the ambition, kid. Back when your father broke through to the Nirvana Realm, I only managed to grit my teeth and refine a high-grade creation martial art."

"In my opinion, this Formless Sword Body is truly remarkable; it might even be enough for you to withstand the impact of four million Nirvana Pills."

Lan Zhan stroked his chin, a barely perceptible hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "However, how much you can bear depends on your own destiny."

Upon hearing this, Lan He's eyes flashed with anticipation. With a mid-level body-refining spiritual martial art and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, even he himself was curious about the limits of this body.

……

Half a month later, deep within the War King's mansion.

Lan He sat quietly in the cultivation room, a faint silver light flowing around his body. With his sword bones now formed, he had been constantly nourishing and consolidating them with his own Yuan energy over the past half month. Now, the sword intent contained within his bones could flow smoothly with his Yuan energy, and every move he made carried a sharp and weighty feeling.

On this day, he slowly finished his practice, his eyes gleaming with inner light, and his aura was perfectly balanced and full, reaching the pinnacle of the Creation Realm.

"The time has come."

He muttered to himself, then with a slight thought, a wisp of spiritual energy quietly emanated from outside the cultivation room. A moment later, the old steward, Lan Zhong, appeared outside the courtyard gate, respectfully awaiting orders.

"Uncle Zhong, is the secluded retreat place that Father prepared for me ready?" Lan He asked as he pushed open the door.

"Young master, everything is ready. The master has instructed this old servant to escort you there."

Lan Zhong bowed in response and then led the way.

The two passed through numerous courtyards until they reached an extremely secluded cave dwelling on the back mountain of the Prince's mansion. The spiritual energy here was noticeably several times denser, clearly indicating that it was a meticulously prepared cultivation ground.

"Young master, this is the place."

Lan Zhong stopped at the cave entrance, took out five palm-sized Qiankun bags embroidered with intricate spatial patterns from his bosom, and presented them with both hands.

"The master instructed that there are ten million Nirvana Pills prepared here, all sealed in these Qiankun bags. The master also said... that you should do your best to absorb as much as you can."

Lan He took the Qiankun Bag and scanned it with his spiritual power. He immediately sensed the immense primordial energy emanating from the massive amount of Nirvana Pills contained within each bag. He was slightly shaken, and then a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him.

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Zhong." He nodded to Lan Zhong, then turned and entered the cave.

The cave was spacious and simple, with only a warm jade platform in the center. Lan He sat cross-legged on the jade platform, placing five Qiankun bags in front of him.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, adjusting himself to his peak condition. The Formless Sword Body quietly circulated, and his bones faintly emitted a clear and melodious sword sound.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of silver light in them.

With hands forming a hand seal, a terrifying suction force erupted!

call!

The five Qiankun bags swelled up simultaneously, their mouths opening on their own. In the next moment, a massive amount of Nirvana Pills surged out like a torrent!

The crystal-clear pills instantly filled the entire cave space, like a dazzling sea of ​​pills. The abundant primordial energy almost solidified, turning into misty vapor that completely enveloped Lan He's figure.

In the center of the Dan Sea, Lan He's figure appeared and disappeared, like a bottomless vortex, frantically devouring the vast primordial energy transformed from the millions of Nirvana Pills.

Nirvana Realm, the breakthrough begins!