A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 282 The Mysteries of Earthly Immortals

The name "Toad Skill" is surprisingly simple, and sometimes, when it is mentioned, it can make people who don't know the story laugh for no reason.

But this name stayed with Wang Haichan for a long time.

From the moment this name became popular in martial arts fiction and was known to many people of a certain generation, he was already entangled in it. Even after it became outdated, obscure, and unknown, he remained deeply trapped in this ill-fated relationship, unable to extricate himself.

Before becoming a reincarnator, he was a successor of the Toad Style of Imitative Boxing.

When eight-year-old Wang Haichan was fascinated by the Five Greats of the Condor Heroes on TV, he was led down this path by his neighbor's grandfather.

Although it wasn't the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms he wanted most, in his childhood mind, this martial art named after a toad was full of power, mystery, fun, and excitement.

Perhaps it was because he was too young when he came into contact with such things that, for some reason, practicing this skill became a habit for Wang Haichan.

Twelve years of diligent practice were wasted on playing and being distracted, even neglecting his studies. When he grew up, he could only work as a construction worker.

Twelve years of hard work, but apart from being a little tougher on the upper body, in other aspects, even when it comes to carrying bricks, he doesn't show any advantage compared to his fellow workers.

Even the Toad Style Kung Fu master is afraid of getting his toes smashed.

If you accidentally drop a brick, or if you accidentally roll over or get stabbed by a steel bar, you'll need to rest for at least a few days. If you force yourself to work, you'll lose a lot of your wages.

After working as a bricklayer for half a year, Wang Haichan finally decided to go back to a vocational school. During that time, he sighed countless times.

"Toad Kung Fu, utterly useless!"

But after becoming a reincarnator, that little bit of resentment somehow turned into an inexplicable obsession.

I've practiced the useless Toad Kung Fu for twelve years. How far can I go with the truly useful Toad Kung Fu?

He practiced diligently without putting in the effort.

It takes countless variations of Toad Style Kung Fu to master the true essence of this skill.

Toads are creatures that live underground for a long time, hibernating in winter and emerging in spring.

Its chirping heralds the passing of winter and the arrival of spring; it is the master of all insects and the first of the four seasons.

Through the profound principles of this martial art, he cultivated a more cheerful disposition, a more agile mind, and a more courageous and resolute character.

In fact, although Wang Haichan intended to disrupt the evil god's ritual, he never thought of usurping the obviously bizarre divinity of the evil god.

He didn't want it; rather, it was the projection of the evil god who, after being provoked by Feng Jun, "set his sights" on him.

Just as shadows exist because of light, the base always love to slander the simple, and poisonous waters will inevitably want to erode solid mountain peaks and pillars—this is a kind of attraction born of nature.

Cold and desolate, yes, winter will pass and spring will come!

Thump! ...

Wang Haichan's regenerated arms were strong and long, nearly four-fifths of his height, with thick fingers from which a slippery and strong translucent membrane grew, striking Feng Jun's chest first.

Feng Jun's entire body trembled. After acquiring the divinity of the evil god, his usually cool and serene body actually showed signs of "warming up" after this attack.

Especially the chest area.

Beneath this seemingly ordinary skin, Feng Jun's physical structure is actually quite different from that of humans. However, after being struck by these palms, he felt a pain in his chest that was similar to the pain of broken ribs, a pain he had experienced in the mundane world.

Wang Haichan's attack was an attempt to bring him back to the mundane world.

Their eyes met, and Wang Haichan's gaze was like the most stubborn and indignant stone carving. His aura was incredibly refined, encompassing martial arts true energy, the divine nature of the evil god, and even a faint demonic bead on his forehead. All of these were unified, and he seemed to be on the verge of leaping into the six-star realm.

Feng Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Deep Sea Divine Words, Nine Graves Gather Blood!"

In the blink of an eye, nine massive ice mounds suddenly rose up from the surrounding plains.

Wang Haichan's momentum, which was originally about to reach a higher level, suddenly felt as if it was being pulled off course and torn apart in nine directions.

Immediately, the traction forces from all nine directions merged and converged on Feng Jun.

Wang Haichan involuntarily stumbled forward, his body shrank, and he quickly disappeared into Feng Jun's mouth.

Even Edward, who had just shattered the foxfire, was affected by this suction force, his body shrinking continuously as he flew backward.

Suddenly, a croaking sound came from that deep, gaping maw, and a pillar of emerald green energy shot out, sending Edward flying.

Feng Jun closed his mouth, his two rows of teeth touching, separating the inside from the outside.

"He almost broke through."

He kept his mouth shut, a smile on his face, and spoke, "If I were still relying on my incomplete evil god divinity to barely reach the state I was in when I reached the sixth level, I might have really failed. Unfortunately, even after reaching the sixth level, I have never let my guard down."

After becoming a reincarnator, Feng Jun came into contact with and learned a wide variety of ability systems, including blood-drinking combat techniques, superpower development, true qi martial arts, evil spirit magic, ice-making magic, and word magic, among others.

Of these, only a very small portion was learned from systematic materials he purchased at a high price at the Reincarnator Base. The rest was all self-taught in mission worlds, piecemeal and gradually accumulated into a substantial amount.

After arriving in this world, Fu Wanshen's various demonic arts became his most interesting targets, especially the Nine Graves Gathering Beast Demonic Sound.

By accepting all comers and working tirelessly, they came up with this new move that exceeded the information already known to Wang Haichan and his team.

Splash! ...

Inside Feng Jun's abdomen, dark blue poisonous water churned, mixed with countless pale white ice spikes, forming a dangerous vortex that enveloped Wang Haichan.

In an instant, he was covered in wounds, countless blood vessels were drawn out and dissolved by the poison, and his life force continued to weaken.

Just then, a deep blue magic bead flew out from his forehead.

This bead was passed down from Jin Congyun. Although the power contained within it is profound and enduring, it is actually not very effective against the suppression of a six-star expert like Feng Jun.

The fact that Wang Haichan had previously reached the peak of his power, and was still swallowed whole even with this demonic pearl, is clear proof of this.

However, at this very moment, in addition to the thick azure energy, hundreds of dazzling bolts of lightning suddenly exploded within this Azure Demon Pearl, and the azure energy ignited into a raging fire.

The interplay of lightning and fire, except for the area where Wang Haichan was located, formed a reverse vortex that was constantly expanding and colliding with the poisonous water and ice spikes outside.

That wasn't the power of the Demon Pearl itself, but a vast and mighty will that had arrived within a hundred miles, using the Demon Pearl as a medium to allow its immense spiritual power to descend directly upon this place.

"You dare to eat my weapon alive? You've got some nerve!"

Feng Jun frowned and looked up. The blue light in the sky accelerated again, descending like a thin line.

Just as Xinluo was about to intercept, a golden light from the side pressed down on her.

hum! ! !

Even if the four six-star powerhouses were to fight in pairs, each exchanging a single move, the entire plain would tremble violently.

The grass turned to ash, and the nine large tombs formed from solidified ice shattered into powdery ice shards, scattering like a heavy snowfall.

A colossal wave surged across the lake, the water rushing away wildly, far from the place where the four were fighting.

As a result, within this area along the riverbank, not a single layer of lake water remained, directly exposing the wet mud and rocks at the bottom of the river.

But at this moment, Feng Jun had no time to care about the changing scenery around him.

Before the first wave of the attack could even dissipate, Guan Luoyang, who had just exchanged a blow with him, launched a fierce and overwhelming offensive.

Feng Jun's eyes trembled from the stimulation, a mere flicker of light and shadow in his gaze.

Guan Luoyang had gone from being alone to having hundreds of clones, creating a net that left no escape, and then the sky collapsed in on his offensive.

All the attacks launched by the afterimages are actually quite similar, consisting of nothing more than fists, palms, knees, and legs.

In Feng Jun's eyes, these kinds of moves were actually synonyms for simple and crude.

But when Guan Luoyang uttered these words, it was as if he were giving the simple phrases "skill lies in clumsiness" and "great skill lies in simplicity" a new, weighty meaning that could not be ignored, and striking the enemy's heart with them.

After retreating a thousand feet, Feng Jun realized that in terms of physical combat and physical techniques, he was probably far inferior to his opponent.

However, that doesn't matter. Martial arts are only one of his many skills, and magic and supernatural powers are the true mysteries he has been patiently studying.

It doesn't matter if the physical body can't keep up a little; as long as the soul can keep up, that's enough.

A glint flashed in Feng Jun's eyes, and icy magic power eagerly emanated from his body.

But these magical powers are not evenly distributed; every single one of them seems to possess a strong, greedy nature and an indelible spirituality, competing and squeezing each other.

Thus, the wondrous magical temperature difference caused a heterogeneous distortion of space.

Looking directly at Feng Jun, Guan Luoyang noticed that Feng Jun's left eye appeared abnormally enlarged, while other parts of his body seemed atrophied, and his right leg became incredibly thin and long.

As he moved forward, with just a slight shift in his gaze, he realized that Feng Jun's figure appeared to him as a thin sheet of paper.

At this moment, the space between the two of them is expanding and contracting to at least a hundred different degrees. The distance in each direction is different, and the resistance they experience will also vary greatly.

Even more amazing is that space itself also possesses powerful forces, when it becomes distorted and curved.

With each punch Guan Luoyang threw, he not only had to contend with Feng Jun's magic, but also overcome the difference in spatial curvature.

"Oh?! You actually learned some of the characteristics of the Earth Immortal realm in this world in such a short time?"

During this time, Guan Luoyang also learned what kind of mysteries the Earth Immortal realm in this world truly held.

Here, whether human or demon, once they reach the peak of the Loose Immortal realm, their bodies are filled with magical power and their physical energy is abundant and vast. Then they must find a way to transform the illusory into the real and condense acupoints on the ethereal soul.

According to the cultivation philosophy here, the reason why the physical body can be stable, strong, and solid is because there are various hubs for the flow of energy within the physical body, namely acupoints.

As long as a sufficient number of acupoints can be condensed within the soul to form a complete cycle, the soul can become stable and real.

In this way, all kinds of martial arts, spells, and qi cultivation techniques that could only be practiced with the physical body can also be practiced again with the soul.

After all, acupoints are places for refining and storing Qi. Once the acupoints in the soul are opened and condensed, they can also be used to store magical power. This kind of magical power, which is directly generated from within the soul, is far superior to the magical power of a loose immortal in terms of its richness of spirituality and its lasting effect.

As the saying goes, a wandering immortal's spell can be broken in five days, but an earth immortal's spell can last for a hundred days.

This means that if a cultivator at the Loose Immortal realm leaves behind a spell in the outside world, such as cutting off a stream or causing flowers to bloom in winter, it will gradually weaken and dissipate within five or six days.

At the Earth Immortal realm, a single spell can cause a stream to stop flowing for three or four months, or cause flowers to bloom everywhere in the forest throughout the winter.

According to Blue Scorpion's intelligence, Feng Jun only entered the six-star level by using a flawed evil god's divinity. In fact, there is no complete path for him to follow in the six-star realm.

However, after referencing the Earth Immortal realm of this world, his skills clearly improved considerably.

"But at this level, you still can't take the person I need to save!!"

Guan Luoyang's thoughts roared like thunder, erupting simultaneously both outside and inside Feng Jun's body, without any distinction between them.

He looked through the uneven space at Guan Luoyang's figures, which were all absurd. Whether they were afterimages or the real body, they were all distorted and misaligned images.

But now, all the images have a strong sense of movement.

Countless lights and shadows flowed towards the center, towards the punch that Guan Luoyang had thrown.

Regardless of the spatial layers, the area in front of his fist was directly dented by the impact.

Demon Dragon Emperor Fist!

Feng Jun's spirit was strong and he was not injured, but his abdomen was compressed by the space, and the inside of it inexplicably shrank. Then, a dark blue halo wrapped around Wang Haichan and shot out of his mouth.

"You dare!!!"

His expression changed drastically, and as he launched a full-scale counterattack, Guan Luoyang had already remotely controlled the halo, retreating unscathed and calmly stepping onto the ground.

hum! !

The aftershocks of their first exchange of blows then traveled to the distant mountains, echoing through the air.

Xinluo glanced in this direction, her expression changing slightly, but she didn't make a move. Instead, she retreated from the swirling snow with a graceful and agile movement, heading towards the Abyss of the Heavenly Book.

The golden light shone brightly, following closely behind the fox's shadow.

A tall and imposing figure emerged from among the distant mountain peaks.

Qin Zhiyue's body swelled dramatically, and her clothes grew accordingly, becoming both slender and plump, until she reached a height of 49 feet. On her left hand, she held two figures, namely Blue Scorpion and Edward, while in her right hand, she swung a large purple-gold axe branded with Bagua patterns.

After colliding with the great axe a few times, Fu Wanshen's banner suddenly swayed backward, its surface unfurling and fluttering in the long wind.

As you can see, on the glossy black flag, there is only a single blood-red hieroglyph.

The shape of the character resembles several wavy lines of varying lengths drawn together.

"water".

All rivers flow into the sea, and the mysterious yin returns to its origin.

As the Xuan Yin Gui Yuan Banner was unfurled, all the monsters that had previously been affected by the "Nine Graves Gathering Beast Demonic Sound" felt the Demon King's command through the deep connection in their bloodlines.

In an instant, thousands of demons surged forth, and dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the sky.

Countless roars of monsters, like the chaotic sounds of a vast, turbulent black tide, flowed around this lake and plain, then converged again.

From high above, all one could see on the ground was a billowing black smoke, stretching straight across the mountains and valleys, regardless of the height of the hills or the danger of the deep valleys.

Any obstacle was trampled, swallowed, and overturned by them, rushing unstoppably toward the abyss of the Heavenly Book.

Outside the Abyss of Heavenly Books, the Dharma Bell of the Giant Spirit Cave kept ringing.

The spiritual light of the array barrier spread around the Abyss of Heavenly Books, and people had already gathered towards the south.

The human sects, with their diverse attire and magical artifacts, were all on high alert at this moment.

Finally, the vanguard of the demonic torrent collided with the solid defenses of the immortal path.

(End of this chapter)