Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 123 Innate Life? Mortal Life?

"Liu Qing, you're so old, yet you still don't know how to behave properly?"

Yuan Tiansi looked at the injured Liu Qing and shook his head, saying, "Knowing that Senior Brother Han Jian doesn't like you disturbing Fang Yang's cultivation, you still insist on waiting here to see him."

"Just listen to what people say when you meet them, instead of questioning them. You deserve this misfortune."

"then."

He casually took out a pale golden pill from his treasure pouch and tossed it over.

Liu Qing took the pill, but it aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to cough softly.

Once his internal energy had calmed down a bit, he said seriously, "Sect Master, I dare to swear on my life that Fang Yang is absolutely lying. I have known Mo Zheng for many years. Although that little guy is very talented, he is extremely humble and calm, and has a chivalrous spirit in his bones. He is definitely not the arrogant, rude, and narrow-minded person that Fang Yang described."

Doesn't Liu Qing know Mo Zheng's personality well enough?

When he took the boy as his disciple, besides his talent, what he valued most was that this little guy was willing to stand up for his friend and challenge You Chendong, who was much stronger than him back then.

For the past three years, he has been diligently cultivating, and even when he has made some progress, he has kept it to himself and never flaunted it in front of others. If it weren't for the headmaster's coercion, probably no one would know that he had already comprehended the essence of martial arts.

Would someone with such a humble personality be jealous of Fang Yang and make insulting remarks about him?

Liu Qing didn't believe it at all.

Whether Fang Yang lies or not is not important. What is important is that he is about to break through to the Visceral Realm and has a high probability of becoming a Martial Saint.

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Yuan Tiansi said, "And your disciple did not emerge from the Haotian Secret Realm."

"If we insist on pursuing this matter further, we will only be disheartening a future Martial Saint over a dead man."

"The future of the sect rests on Fang Yang's shoulders. What will you do?"

Compared to the internal organs realm, the birth of a martial artist is extremely difficult.

The entire Great Yan Dynasty, comprising eighteen states, had a population of nearly one billion, yet it boasted fewer than ten Martial Saints.

The birth of a Martial Saint is enough to guarantee that a behemoth like the Hun Tian Sect can extend its lifespan by five hundred years.

Compared to the future hopes of the sect, a talented disciple who has already fallen seems less important.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing's expression immediately turned bitter.

He sighed deeply and said, "I understand. I've disturbed the sect leader. Farewell."

After saying this, he bowed and then walked away.

Watching Liu Qing's departing figure, Yuan Tiansi rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled.

He naturally didn't believe Fang Yang's words.

After all, that little guy dared to draw his sword at him in front of everyone and say that he was willing to risk his life to learn from the Martial Saint's methods. How could such a passionate and open-minded young man be the narrow-minded person Fang Yang described?

Unfortunately, that little guy is no longer here.

"Sigh, I even lost one of my divine weapons—" Yuan Tiansi muttered to himself with some heartache.

It's unclear whether he felt sorry for the sword or for the person.

Just as the outside world was in turmoil due to the news of Mo Zheng's death.

Mo Zheng has spent four months in the Haotian Secret Realm.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, quietly cultivating the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit. In his sea of ​​consciousness, all his mental power converged towards the dark golden bead.

Finally, as the last wisp of spiritual power was swallowed by the dark golden bead, the soul bead completely condensed and hung in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a great sun illuminating the endless darkness.

"The Soul Orb has taken shape!"

Mo Zheng felt a surge of joy. At this moment, there was no longer a trace of mental energy in his sea of ​​consciousness; it was all gathered within the Soul Pearl.

This Soul Bead is formed using a secret technique from the Seven Refining Gods method. It resembles an egg, with liquid mental energy inside and an extremely hard "eggshell" on the outside. It can be used to defend against soul attacks from fellow Refining Gods practitioners.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that he has completely mastered the Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit!

"God-Breaking Cone!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Zheng condensed his mental energy into several invisible sharp cones, which slammed into the silver-white stone tablet. The silver-white stone tablet shook, and fine cracks immediately appeared on it.

"As expected, this silver-white stone tablet can only be breached after a soul pearl has been condensed!"

Upon seeing this, Mo Zheng was overjoyed. It really worked! It really did require an attack after condensing a Soul Pearl to break this stone tablet.

"go!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon beside him roared up, mixed with the God-Slaying Cone, and slammed hard into the silver stone tablet.

This time, Mo Zheng did not activate his own bloodline power, nor did he use his martial arts intent. He simply manipulated the crimson flames using the Seven Refining God Techniques.

boom!

With a tremendous roar, the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon struck the silver-white stone tablet, which had previously left Mo Zheng helpless. The tablet shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions!

"Hahahaha—hahahaha!"

Mo Zheng laughed wildly with excitement. He had succeeded! He had finally succeeded!

After spending four whole months and using countless methods, he finally succeeded in shattering the silver stone tablet!

He can go out now and see his family!

Mo Zheng suddenly turned his head to look at the dark gold doors behind him, hoping that the two doors would open.

"In four months, the silver stone tablet was shattered."

Inside the main hall, after four months, that mysterious voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out once more: "Congratulations, examinee, congratulations on successfully passing the special test."

"Now, please follow the misty passage to the end, where you will receive the final reward for this assessment."

As the sound faded, the fragments of the silver-white stone tablets turned into white liquid, merging into the ground and disappearing without a trace. Meanwhile, the white mist that had enveloped the entire hall before Mo Zheng churned and soon formed a square passage about two zhang wide and five or six zhang high.

"There's a reward?"

Mo Zheng was startled, but remembering the treatment he received in the previous rounds, he felt relieved. Such a life-or-death test did indeed deserve some reward.

His figure flickered, and he transformed into a gentle breeze, heading straight towards the end of the passage, so fast that the naked eye could not even see his shadow.

A master of the Visceral Realm who has also comprehended a martial arts realm focused on speed—a speed that is simply unimaginable to ordinary martial artists.

The passage was very long, and Mo Zheng walked for a long time before a few golden lights appeared before his eyes.

As he passed through the white mist passage, he saw a white jade staircase. On the staircase was a golden chair, which was tens of feet wide and extremely tall. Countless golden dragon patterns were engraved on it, exuding an aura of nobility and majesty.

In the open area to the left and right, there are two coiled dragon stone pillars, each tens of feet thick, as if supporting the sky. Mo Zheng is insignificant in front of this chair and the coiled dragon pillars.

As for the rest of the hall, it was hidden in the white mist, and Mo Zheng could not see it clearly.

Just as he was observing the main hall, countless golden rays of light suddenly converged in front of him, eventually condensing into a five-clawed golden dragon several feet long.

The dragon's eyes gleamed with wisdom as it looked Mo Zheng up and down, seemingly quite curious.

"You—you are—" Mo Zheng asked curiously.

"I?"

The five-clawed golden dragon said in a deep voice, "I am the spirit of this secret realm. Congratulations, little fellow, you have passed all the challenges."

"The spirit of the secret realm, what is that?"

Mo Zheng looked bewildered.

"You will know when you become a primordial being."

The golden dragon sized up Mo Zheng and sighed, "You are the seventh person to pass all three trials. I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky. The previous six all joined the Heavenly Palace and were powerful for a time, but the Heavenly Palace was destroyed 100,000 years ago. Even if you pass the third trial, it will be meaningless."

"Fortunately, you are a Spirit Refiner and have passed the special test set by that master, so there is still some hope."

"The Heavenly Palace?" Mo Zheng asked, his face full of confusion.

The five-clawed golden dragon shook its head and said, "They're all destroyed, there's no point in telling you. Now, I'll give you the rewards for the special level."

Having said that, it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of light that hovered in front of Mo Zheng, resembling an ancient-looking jade token.

The token is light gold in color, giving it a subtle sense of majesty and domineering.

"This is the token of the Haotian Mirror, and also the greatest opportunity in this Haotian Secret Realm. Once you break through to the fifth level of mortal life, you can try to refine it," said the five-clawed golden dragon. "Once you refine this token, you can re-enter this Haotian Secret Realm and try to inherit the Haotian Mirror, which is a treasure that drives countless innate beings crazy."

"The Haotian Mirror? Innate life? Mortal life?"

Mo Zheng asked curiously, "What are all these things you're talking about?"

The former must be a treasure, but Mo Zheng was more curious about the latter two, as this was clearly a realm division different from what he understood.

"Logically, after you pass the third trial and join the Heavenly Palace, a special guide should explain all this to you. However, since the Heavenly Palace no longer exists, I will explain it to you instead."

The five-clawed golden dragon said, "First of all, let me talk about this world. It is so vast and boundless that countless worlds coexist within it. The largest world is called the Origin Continent, and below it are the Great Thousand Worlds, the Middle Thousand Worlds, and the Lesser Thousand Worlds, innumerable in number."

"The so-called mortal life is the most numerous and ordinary life form in countless worlds. They are extremely weak and usually do not live for more than one cycle, which is what you call ten thousand years. Those who can live for more than one cycle are innate life forms. In the eyes of the strong, in the time it takes to take a nap, mortal life forms have reproduced and multiplied countless times."

Mo Zheng was stunned. In a 21st century, a life form with innate nature could actually have a lifespan of 10,000 years, while even a Martial Saint could only live for 500 years!

If ten thousand years is just the time it takes for a powerful being to take a nap, then just how powerful must this powerful being, as described by the five-clawed golden dragon, be?

Mo Zheng couldn't help but think of "Qing," the creature he had possessed.

"Mortal life is divided into five realms, with the first realm being the lowest and the fifth realm the highest. The first realm is what you call the Qi and Blood Realm, and the fifth realm is the Aperture Opening Realm, which is what you call a Martial Saint." The five-clawed golden dragon laughed, "Only by cultivating to the Martial Saint realm can one have a sliver of hope of becoming an Innate Life form. There are only a handful of Innate Life forms in this fragment of your world, which are extremely rare."

"This world isn't even a minor world, it's just a fragment of a world?" Mo Zheng asked incredulously.

As far as he knew, the eighteen states of Great Yan were so vast and populous that they were almost the size of a single continent in his previous life. There were also other powerful nations here, no weaker than Great Yan. The world was far larger than Earth in his previous life, but now, in the mouth of this five-clawed golden dragon, it was just a fragment of a world.

"A minor world? Within a minor world, there are countless fragments of the world surrounding it, and it can even give birth to beings that are considered powerful even among innate life forms. You don't even have many innate life forms here, so of course it's just a fragment of a world."

The five-clawed golden dragon shook its head and said, "Let me tell you about innate life."

"The power of innate life lies in their ability to harness the power of heaven and earth, to control heavenly thunder and earthly fire, and to change the weather with a wave of their hand. Some of the stronger ones can even easily destroy a fragment of this world. Their souls are so powerful that they can easily cover the entire fragment of the world. Nothing that happens here can be hidden from them."

"There are two cultivation methods for innate beings: one is the martial artist, and the other is the spirit refiner. The former focuses on strengthening the body, while the latter focuses on strengthening the soul. However, the number of spirit refiners is much smaller than that of martial artists. Their status is more noble, and their strength is also greater. This is mainly because spirit refiners can not only use physical attacks but also soul attacks, killing people invisibly."

At this point, the five-clawed golden dragon looked at Mo Zheng with a smile and said, "And you, little guy, you have the opportunity to become a true Refiner of Gods."

Mo Zheng stood there, completely stunned, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

This world was far too vast, far exceeding his imagination. Compared to the immense world he was in, it was just a tiny fragment of a world!

Above that are the Lesser Thousand, Middle Thousand, and Greater Thousand Worlds, and even the higher Origin Continent.

Not to mention, the power of those innate beings, as described by the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, is practically no different from that of gods and demons. They can command lightning, change the weather, and even destroy a world!

What immense power that is!

Even those high-ranking martial saints and national-level warriors are nothing but ants in the face of these beings.

Mo Zheng is one of the rare cultivators of the spirit, with the opportunity to become a true innate life form!

Thinking of the ten thousand-year lifespan of those born with innate life, Mo Zheng couldn't help but feel a surge of longing.

Ten thousand years—that's an incredibly long time. The civilization I lived in in my previous life lasted only five thousand years, and the Great Yan of this life has only been established for a thousand years.

Innate life—

"Next, I want to introduce the Haotian Mirror you mentioned. It is the most precious treasure in the entire Heavenly Palace, and also an exclusive treasure for those who refine spirits, capable of driving innate beings mad!"

The five-clawed golden dragon looked at the golden chair in front of it, its eyes filled with awe.