Traversing countless worlds from the primordial era

Chapter 12 Body Cultivation (Please recommend and add to your favorites!)

After the two entered, the formation closed again, signaling the start of the battle.

The young man was very decisive. He raised his hand, pointed it directly at Leiming, and muttered incantations. The air began to heat up, and several fireballs formed, which then flew towards Leiming.

Fireball spell, a basic fire-attribute spell.

The fireball wasn't flying very fast, and Lei Ming easily dodged it. He took a few steps and got close to the young man.

Lei Ming was tall and strong, and it was clear at a glance that he was very powerful. As he approached, the young man immediately became flustered. Lei Ming drew a strangely shaped rapier with his other hand. The rapier was crooked and black, and it looked unsettling.

The young man thrust out his sword, and Lei Ming caught a glimpse of a black light, but could not determine the trajectory of the rapier.

"What a strange swordsmanship."

Lei Ming dared not take the opponent's slender sword head-on; the sword emitted a foul, fishy smell, clearly indicating it was highly poisonous. He casually pulled out a saw from behind his back. This saw, imbued with some merit, was of extremely poor quality, yet still considered a treasure of merit.

Lei Ming met the rapier with his saw, but the young man did not fight him head-on. The rapier was like a boneless snake, bending and twisting freely.

Lei Ming pointed to the ground with his other hand, and a layer of frost appeared under the young man's feet. He was caught off guard and slipped.

Lei Ming immediately seized the opportunity. He used the saw as a knife and chopped hard. The young man raised his sword to block, but he did not expect Lei Ming's strength to be so great. His rapier was knocked away.

"You lost!" Lei Ming placed the saw against the other man's neck.

The young man lowered his head and let out a long sigh, seemingly intending to admit defeat. Seeing this, Lei Ming also put away his saw.

Just then, a beam of light shot out from the young man, flying straight towards Lei Ming's face. Lei Ming was shocked and quickly held the saw in front of his eyes. With a clang, a purple needle fell to the ground.

Lei Ming was furious, but the young man quickly spoke up, "I admit it..."

Lei Ming didn't give him a chance to admit defeat. With a flick of his saw, the young man's head flew off. With his opponent dead, Lei Ming automatically won, and the formation was activated again.

Lei Ming put away the young man's storage bag, searched it again, picked up the rapier, and left the arena.

Although he won, Lei Ming was not happy. He kept reminding himself to remember this lesson.

"Congratulations on your victory, Fellow Daoist Lei." As Lei Ming stepped off the stage, Daoist Qingwen and the others congratulated him. Hu Pinggu and the others didn't say anything, after all, Lei Ming's opponent was just a rogue cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, this magic weapon is truly special." Daoist Qingwen looked at Lei Ming's saw with a peculiar smile on his face.

Lei Ming nodded casually, not giving it much thought. Both the demon-binding net and the saw became treasures because of merit; they had no spiritual energy fluctuations, and to cultivators, they were merely mortal objects.

Lei Ming took a moment to catch his breath and waited for his next opponent. Half an hour later, he reappeared. This time, Lei Ming's opponent was a rogue cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Lei is in danger!" said Daoist Qingwen, who was watching from below, seemingly genuinely worried about Lei Ming.

"The Taoist priest means well, but he will meet his match sooner or later. I just hope he can be sensible and avoid dying on this stage," Hu Pinggu sighed unexpectedly.

The moment the formation closed, the thunderous battle began.

Lei Ming's opponent this time was a master with rich combat experience. As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he began preparing his spells. Lei Ming felt the ground beneath his feet softening, so he immediately jumped away. To his surprise, before he even landed, a burst of flames appeared beneath his feet.

"The opponent's magic power is stronger than mine, and he can cast spells faster than me. I can't give him time to release his spells."

With a determined heart, Lei Ming jumped directly into the sea of ​​fire. The leaping flames ignited his clothes, and Lei Ming instantly turned into a human torch.

Upon seeing this, the other party couldn't help but smile. In his opinion, Lei Ming had already failed, since few cultivators could withstand the burns of flames unless Lei Ming had other treasures to protect him.

The burning thunder rushed towards his opponent, who suddenly roared and unleashed his power, actually dispersing the flames. Unfortunately, his clothes were also torn open, but fortunately, the demon-binding net was still wrapped around his body.

"This is so embarrassing! I almost ran around naked during the fight... I'll definitely get myself some sturdy clothes when I get the chance!"

Lei Ming felt a pang of shame, but he didn't slow down; he threw a punch at his opponent. The opponent was startled and quickly erected a water shield in front of him. Lei Ming's fist struck the water shield, shattering it, and then slammed into his opponent.

"puff!"

Lei Ming's punch was incredibly powerful; his opponent was immediately struck so hard that he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

"You're a body cultivator!" The other party glared at Lei Ming with hatred, as if Lei Ming had plotted against him.

Lei Ming took out a piece of clothing from his storage bag and put it on: "Still not admitting defeat?"

Sensing Lei Ming's killing intent, the opponent shouted unwillingly, "I surrender."

Once one side voluntarily concedes defeat, the cultivator presiding over the arena battle opens the formation, retrieves the losing side's jade token, and tells Lei Ming to wait for the next round of battle.

"Fellow Daoist Lei is actually a body cultivator!" Daoist Qingwen and the others had all witnessed Lei Ming's battle. They knew that if they were in his place, they would definitely not be a match for that Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator. Lei Ming had won so decisively, clearly demonstrating that his strength far surpassed theirs.

Lei Ming wasn't a true body cultivator; he was just incredibly strong. However, this incident served as a wake-up call for him.

"Perhaps I could consider body cultivation."

In the world of *A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality*, physical cultivation is not widely accepted by cultivators because it is too difficult. In contrast, magical cultivation is easier and offers greater potential for advancement. However, Lei Ming is aware of the power of physical cultivation. Legend has it that there is a cultivation technique in the prehistoric world called the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, which can continuously strengthen the physical body, ultimately allowing one to prove the Dao through strength. The great gods of the prehistoric world are all physically powerful, with the Twelve Ancestral Gods being the most representative. The Twelve Ancestral Gods inherited the bloodline of Pangu, and their physical bodies alone were enough to dominate the prehistoric world.

"There are also body cultivators in this world. I'll find an opportunity to collect some cultivation techniques," Lei Ming thought to himself.

Seeing that Lei Ming did not answer, the crowd's expressions changed slightly. They had originally thought that Lei Ming was just a rogue cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and their association with him was merely out of habit. Moreover, they had ridiculed Lei Ming for overestimating himself by signing up for the arena battle.

But now that Lei Ming has demonstrated his formidable strength, his standing in everyone's eyes has completely changed.

In the cultivation world, strength is paramount, especially among independent cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, please forgive my wife for her offensive words last time. She had no ill intentions, she's just a bit outspoken." The bearded man stepped forward and bowed. He and Hu Pinggu were both cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and they originally looked down on Lei Ming.

Lei Ming then came to his senses and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care. In fact, Lei Ming didn't take them to heart either.

"We are all independent cultivators, and it's rare for us to gather together. This is fate, so why be so formal?" Master Qingwen stepped in to smooth things over, and Master Kusang and Wu Jiuzhi also spoke up. The atmosphere of the small group became lively again, but this time Lei Ming became the center of attention.

"Judging from Fellow Daoist Lei's battle just now, it's highly likely that he'll succeed in the arena battle this time," Daoist Qingwen said eagerly. "By passing the arena battle of the Ascension Tournament, not only can he choose to join one of the seven great immortal sects, but he can also obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill, making Foundation Establishment a possibility..."

Everyone sighed and looked at Lei Ming with envy.

"It's too early to talk about that now. Arena battles also depend on luck," Lei Ming said.

Around noon, Lei Ming stepped onto the arena again. Ever since he revealed his power, everyone knew he was a powerful body cultivator and dared not underestimate him. Even the Foundation Establishment cultivator hosting the arena battle paid special attention to Lei Ming. This time, Lei Ming won decisively once again. Although his body, after being infused with merit, was not as powerful as the Witch Clan or Demon Clan, the Qi Refining stage spells did not harm him much.

At this point in the arena battle, fewer than 200 people remained. These 100-plus people were all at or above the ninth level of Qi Refining, with most at the tenth level and a few at the eleventh level, except for Lei Ming.

Without a doubt, Lei Ming's cultivation level is the lowest.

"The final round of the arena battle is about to begin."

Everyone tensed up. After this round, the results would be revealed: who would enter the Immortal Sect and who would obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Lei Ming's identity jade pendant lit up, and he stepped onto the stage once again. At the same time, his opponent also came up.

"Oh no, Fellow Daoist Lei's opponent this time is actually him!" Daoist Qingwen whispered.

(End of this chapter)