Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

In an instant, a massive amount of information flooded my mind!

A deeper understanding of the laws governing heaven and earth.

The techniques and energy control methods... were like a sudden enlightenment!

Law of Heaven and Earth (Minor Success): The height of the incarnation increases from thirty zhang to fifty zhang!

Duration increased by 50%!

Reduces the consumption of Qi, blood, and mental energy by 30%!

Furthermore, it can make subtle morphological adjustments during the process of change, such as local enhancement.

By shifting the center of gravity and adapting to different combat environments, flexibility is greatly increased!

Chen Xing clenched his fist, feeling the power of this trump card.

It became more and more adept at it.

He continued browsing the list of supernatural powers.

Beneath the laws of heaven and earth, a brand new one exists.

The option shimmering with a pale golden light caught his attention—

Astral projection (Great Sage's Divine Power).

[Astral projection]: Those who have just begun to understand this technique can temporarily separate their spirit from their body, ignoring physical obstacles.

To conduct reconnaissance, ambush, or evade deadly attacks.

It consumes a huge amount of mental energy, and damage to the primordial spirit will directly endanger life.

Unlocking requires 8000 kill points.

"Unlock." Chen Xing said without hesitation.

[Ding! 8000 Kill Points consumed! Great Sage Divine Power unlocked: Astral Projection!]

[Proficiency: Beginner Level!]

A surge of profound information about "soul," "spirit," and "transformation between the real and the virtual" flooded my mind.

Chen Xing closed his eyes and sensed it; he could clearly see his own primordial spirit.

It was curled up deep within the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows.

With a single thought, one can detach from the physical body and wander beyond the mundane world.

Chen Xing attempted to activate the technique.

Om-!

A barely perceptible golden light flashed and disappeared between his brows.

Immediately afterwards, a face exactly like his appeared.

But it was a phantom that emitted a faint golden halo.

It slowly floated out from between his eyebrows and hovered in mid-air in the cultivation room.

Chen Xing (the primordial spirit) looked down and saw that his physical body was still sitting cross-legged on the futon:

Eyes closed, no breath, no heartbeat, no breathing.

The flow of qi and blood almost stopped.

Chen Xing, in his primordial spirit state, felt incredibly light.

With a thought, one can quickly move through the cultivation room.

He tried to pass through the wall, and there was no obstacle at all!

The walls, floors, and ceilings were as if they didn't exist in his eyes.

With a thought, his primordial spirit instantly returned to the space between his eyebrows.

To reunite with the physical body.

"call--!"

The body, which had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened its eyes.

Chen Xing's eyes, however, were full of satisfaction.

This supernatural power, when used properly.

Whether it's scouting enemy positions or launching a surprise attack.

Whether it's abandoning the physical body and escaping with one's primordial spirit at a critical moment, these are all heaven-defying methods for saving one's life and killing enemies.

[Remaining Kill Points]: 18000.

Chen Xing looked at the realm column: Upper Fourth Realm → Lower Fifth Realm (Battle Emperor), requires 50000 kill points.

32000 points to go.

Chen Xing's lips curled slightly, his eyes gleaming with a purple-gold light: "Saving up."

……

Late at night, Chen Xing stood by the window of the cultivation room.

Looking out at the night sky, the campus is quiet and dimly lit.

He was unaware that beneath this peaceful night...

Countless greedy, bloodthirsty, and insane eyes are focused on him from all over the world.

The thousandfold bounty offered by the White Tiger Demon Lord Bai Qiong has spread throughout the global underworld through various channels.

Human traitor, monster assassin, international outlaw, top bounty hunter...

Countless forces and individuals who have been living on the edge of danger began to stir.

The name Chen Xing, and the allure of the astonishing wealth and super SSS-level divine weapon he represents.

This made him a walking gold mine in the eyes of countless people.

Meanwhile, deep within the 079th Demon Cave, in a cold palace...

The White Tiger Demon Lord, Bai Qiong, stood before the throne, holding a newly arrived encrypted intelligence report in his hand.

The intelligence report contained only one short line:

"Chen Xing has returned to Shenzhen Martial Arts University from the Golden Dragon Pattern Heaven Secret Realm, and his strength is suspected to have broken through to the upper level of the fourth realm."

"And obtained a weapon that is suspected to be an SSS-level divine weapon."

The killing intent in Bai Qiong's eyes was like ice frozen for millennia:

He almost froze the surrounding space. He slowly crushed the intelligence report into dust.

"At all costs..."

His deep voice echoed in the empty, cold palace.

Filled with deep-seated hatred and an undeniable resolve,

"Kill him when he left Shenzhen Martial Arts University."

Chen Xing knew nothing about this.

He brought up the system panel and looked at the 50% divine position fusion rate.

National College League.

The Five Realms War Emperor.

The bounty offered by the White Tiger Demon Lord.

The teacher's whereabouts.

He needs to become stronger.

The night grew even deeper.

……

Late at night, in the meditation room on the third floor of Villa No. 7 in Tinglan Garden.

Chen Xing sat cross-legged, his mind stirring slightly.

A tiny golden light shimmered in his ear, about the size of a toothpick.

A thin rod, entirely black gold, flew out and swelled in the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a two-meter-long black iron rod and fell into his palm.

Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).

The weight of eight thousand pounds pressed on the palm, yet they were connected by a shared understanding.

Light as a feather.

Chen Xingneng could clearly feel the dormant thing inside the rod.

A terrifying power as vast as the sea of ​​stars, and an untamed spirit.

An ancient will to fight against heaven and earth.

He closed his eyes and concentrated his mental energy.

They carefully probed inside the rod.

He wanted to try to have a deeper conversation with this legendary divine weapon.

Or rather, I want to meet the person who left the "one-time only" message.

Consciousness slowly sank into a strange space that was chaotic, empty, and boundless.

There is no light, no sound, only endless nothingness.

Just as Chen Xing's consciousness was about to be lost in this void.

Ahead, a tiny golden light, like a candle flickering in the wind, slowly began to shine.

He looked over.

In the golden light, a figure sat cross-legged with his back to him.

It was an old man.

He was hunched over and wore a gray robe that looked as if he might turn to ashes at any moment.

Her gray hair was sparsely draped over her shoulders.

He sat there, motionless.

It was as if they had been sitting there for ten thousand years, yet it was also as if they had just sat down.

His entire figure exuded an indescribable desolation and loneliness, as if he could be swallowed up by this nothingness at any moment.

But as Chen Xing's consciousness drew near, the old man slowly...

He turned his head very slowly.

An aged face, as if cracked and parched as dry earth.

What came into Chen Xing's view.

His skin was a lifeless grayish-white, and his eye sockets were sunken.

But those eyes—those eyes were as cloudy as an ancient mirror covered in dust.

Yet it is so profound that it seems to contain the entire starry sky.

The eyes, reflecting endless years, calmly gazed upon Chen Xing's consciousness.

"You've arrived."

The old man's voice was hoarse, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

It's as if it's just stating a predetermined, insignificant ending.

His lips barely moved, yet his voice resounded directly in Chen Xing's consciousness.

"The stick is in your hand, the road is at the tip of the stick. Keep moving forward, don't look back."

Chen Xing's consciousness froze for a moment.

"Who are you?" Chen Xing's consciousness conveyed the question.

The old man was silent.

Time seemed to stand still in this void.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that Chen Xing thought he wouldn't answer or had already fallen asleep.

Just as Chen Xing was about to ask again, the old man's hoarse voice rang out.

Only then, slowly, like rusty gears turning, did the sound begin again:

"An old guy who...forgot who he was."

He paused, his deep eyes seeming to pierce through Chen Xing's consciousness.

Looking towards the distant past, his voice carried an almost imperceptible hint of weariness and confusion.

"Call me... Stick-Wielder."

Stick-wielding old man?

The spirit of the Golden Cudgel?

Or... a remnant of the will?

Chen Xing was startled.

It really is the Golden Cudgel itself!

This old man is the spiritual being born from the long history of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).

still is……

"Old man, could you... say a few more words?"

Chen Xing couldn't help but ask.

This old man is far too sparing with his words.

The old man raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes quietly watching Chen Xing's consciousness.

In his gaze, it seemed as if the primordial chaos of creation was reflected.

The flames of war that ravaged the Heavenly Court, the chanting of sutras on Mount Ling, the wails of those trapped in the cycle of reincarnation in the Underworld…

The endless vicissitudes and weight of time almost crushed Chen Xing's consciousness.

"Talkative."

The old man with the stick spoke slowly, his voice still calm.

Yet it carries an undeniable sense of truth.

"A stick isn't heavy."

Chen Xing: "..." (；￣д￣)

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

This spirit's temperament and logic are even stranger than a teacher's!

The old man with the stick said nothing more, but slowly closed his deep eyes.

It was as if the conversation had exhausted his last bit of energy, or perhaps his interest.

Chen Xing's consciousness was enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible invisible force.

It gently pushed out that chaotic and empty space.

All that remained in my ears was a sigh that seemed to have traveled across eternity.

With a complex and difficult-to-understand emotion:

"The stick is an inanimate object; the person wielding it is the living one."

"Go ahead, let me... let this old man see how far you can go."