Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

What a miraculous turn of events!

What a magnificent achievement!

What extraordinary talent!

Whenever he thinks of Lu Jin, who has experienced the changes in the sect and is still full of vigor, he simply cannot suppress the admiration in his heart.

They quietly reached the end of the cave as the two talked.

"This is it, Brother Zhang."

Lu Jin stood at the edge of the Bagua Furnace Cave, explaining the operating mechanism of the Canglei Treasure Land to Zhang Zhiwei, especially drawing his attention to the runes engraved on the furnace wall.

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the furnace hole beneath his feet, the few wisps of thin lightning floating there reflected in his pupils.

Although not fatal, it gave him an unprecedented sense of indescribable danger, like a barrel of dynamite with a lit fuse, ready to trigger a terrifying explosion at any moment.

"Old Lu...you've been inside?"

Zhang Zhiwei gently inhaled and exhaled, adjusting his body's state in advance, bringing it infinitely close to a certain 'positive' state. No golden light had yet appeared on his body surface, and he could enter it with just a thought.

"Yes, even with my Reverse Life Force activated at full power, I can only withstand the baptism of eighteen Qi Thunders at my limit; my true Qi is quickly exhausted."

Lu Jin, somewhat worried, cautioned, "Brother Zhang, your cultivation is far superior to mine, and the Qi lightning attacking you is no less than much. Before your Qi is insufficient, you must remember to come out, otherwise I will not be able to forcibly interfere with your cultivation in the furnace cave."

"Okay... Lao Lu, don't worry."

Zhang Zhiwei put his arm around Lu Jin's shoulder, responded with a word, and then a faint golden light emanated from his body as he walked step by step toward the edge of the furnace cave.

The stronger one's cultivation and the more acute one's five senses are, the more one can sense the terror of this furnace cave.

Even Zhang Zhiwei dared not be careless. He calmed his emotions, increased the intensity of the golden light to the extreme to protect his whole body, and his eyes were firm and serious.

"call out--!"

He leaped and fell into the furnace cave. In an instant, three bolts of lightning struck across the sky, hitting the golden light protecting his body and producing a crisp clanging sound, like weapons colliding violently.

"Disperse."

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and golden light gathered, instantly annihilating the three bolts of lightning.

However, without even a moment to think, Zhang Zhiwei, standing in the center of the furnace cave, felt his skin go numb. He clearly remembered what Lu Jin had said about the initial three Qi thunders, which were like a switch. Only after passing the test would the real Qi thunder be triggered.

Under his watchful gaze, the runes etched on the surrounding furnace walls lit up continuously, the bindings on them fell wildly, and dense lightning poured down like a flood, engulfing the entire furnace cave.

"Boom!!!"

Sixteen silver lightning dragons roared, locking onto the golden light in the arena. In an instant, they swept past like a tornado, causing Zhang Zhiwei to stagger and his face to turn solemn.

This is exactly the kind of training he wanted.

The golden light manifested as a giant hand, attempting to suppress several silver currents as thick as basins, but it could not break them down and could only suppress them firmly on the ground, resulting in a stalemate.

In less than a few breaths, a dozen or so raging bolts of lightning blasted through the golden hand.

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Zhiwei gathered the golden light and covered his body with it.

At the same time, ten more bolts of Qi lightning broke free of their restraints, and a total of twenty-six silver dragons intertwined and coiled in the furnace cave, sealing off all directions and attacking Zhang Zhiwei in the center.

"Boom!!!"

The once indestructible golden light is now like fragile tofu, riddled with holes by the relentless bombardment.

Unlike Lu Jin, who used the protective aura and restorative power constructed by reverse life to continuously resist, Zhang Zhiwei focused his energy solely on the golden light as a protective technique when facing the Qi thunder invasion.

Even so, the golden light continued to shatter, and the lightning inside the furnace cave became increasingly dazzling and its quantity gradually increased.

Twenty-seven...

Twenty-eight...

Twenty-nine...

Lu Jin, outside the furnace cave, was counting intently. As someone who had experienced it firsthand, he knew all too well that each additional Qi Thunder would greatly increase the difficulty, pushing the trainees inside the cave closer to their limits.

The attack of twenty-nine bolts of Qi thunder could not withstand the golden light that Zhang Zhiwei had built, which was shattered and then reassembled.

With his true qi reduced by nearly half, sweat dripped down his forehead, and golden light was being torn apart by qi thunder every moment. Zhang Zhiwei had to do his best to repair every gap.

Thirty-one...

Thirty-three...

Thirty-five....

Finally, after breaking through the barrier of thirty-five Qi thunders, a dazzling thunderstorm suddenly erupted inside the furnace cave, causing Zhang Zhiwei's hands and feet to tremble. He still had less than 20% of his true Qi left, and the condensed golden light flickered.

Thirty-six...

Thirty-seven...

Zhang Zhiwei was breathing heavily, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face was slightly pale. His vital energy was about to be completely exhausted.

His brain was working at high speed, and his body underwent amazing tempering under high pressure.

Even the golden light, in its precarious state of being on the verge of shattering, was inspired by him to undergo a transformation. Just as Zhang Zhiwei was about to resist for a moment longer and reach a higher level,

"Boom!!!"

Several more bolts of silver lightning leaped from the furnace wall, their power far exceeding the limits, and were about to strike down from the sky.

Zhang Zhiwei had no choice but to make a decision. Suddenly, golden light blazed brightly, repelling the dense lightning that surrounded him. He then decisively leaped up and exited the Bagua Furnace Cave.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Zhang Zhiwei, who had survived the ordeal, was panting heavily, his chest heaving. As the golden light faded, he collapsed to the ground, his limbs limp.

"Old...Old Lu...it's...it's great..."

"Brother Zhang! Are you alright?"

Lu Jin hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, his face showing worry. Zhang Zhiwei's performance in withstanding thirty-seven Qi lightning bolts was beyond his expectations.

"No... I'm just... exhausted, but... it feels so good..."

Zhang Zhiwei felt exhilarated, his smile radiant, but his speech was fragmented.

Lu Jin was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch his breath and that it would leave him with internal injuries, so she quickly helped him up and made him sit on the ground with his back against the rock wall.

"This is too reckless. I was on tenterhooks watching what happened just now. If something had really gone wrong, I would have been in real trouble."

Lu Jin frowned slightly, his heart pounding. The thunderstorm inside the furnace cave was completely out of control. Even if he went in with his Reverse Life Second Stage, he might not be able to help his friend share the burden.

"Hey...hey...it's all right, isn't it?"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed freely, his exhausted limbs were gradually recovering, and color slowly returned to his pale cheeks.

"Dude... if I ever lied to you... I definitely knew what I was doing..."

"Cough cough!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Zhiwei coughed again, and felt much better after catching his breath.

"This is really good stuff..."

"A treasure land...truly deserving of its name..."

As the focus of attention shifted, the roar of the Bagua Furnace Cave gradually subsided, returning to silence. Zhang Zhiwei could not forget this experience.

If the treasure land where it was forged has such power, then what level of cultivation must the forger who has stepped into the third level of reversal have reached?

He couldn't predict it, but he felt that the senior surnamed Jiang was a towering mountain, standing tall in the world of supernatural beings, making all the evil spirits and demons in the martial arts world feel suffocated.

Lu Jin examined Zhang Zhiwei's hands, feet, chest, and shoulders, and took his pulse. Finding no obvious injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Zhang, do you still have the strength to walk?"

"A little bit..."

Zhang Zhiwei felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move for a while.

"Then shall I help you?"

"Oh, I couldn't be happier. Thank you, Young Master Lu."

Thus, Zhang Zhiwei, having finished his cultivation, staggered as he walked, and was helped out of the cave by Lu Jin, slowly descending the mountain along the stone steps.

Chapter 119 Both rain and dew are touched

night.

The pond behind the mountain.

Jiang Mo, whose hair was as white as frost, sat cross-legged on a huge blue rock, with wisps of gray dust sliding down his fingers in the wind.

"interesting...."

"How should we proceed from here?"

Five yellowish-brown stone figures, each ten feet tall and with a robust physique like an iron tower, stood silently a dozen meters away from him.

During his seclusion, Jiang Mo repeatedly dug up rocks, soil, water sources, trees, and metals, using true magic as a medium to transform these natural materials in the direction of humankind.

Without exception, they all possess the corresponding characteristics except for the lack of life consciousness.

For example, stone people have hard flesh and blood and are extremely strong; tree people have many roots and are full of vitality; water people are flexible and versatile and are not afraid of weapons and brute force.

Jiang Mo only needs to peel away and disperse the consciousness residing in the spiritual platform one by one to indirectly control these creations. In this way, he is not much different from the so-called mechanical master.

"Perhaps, I can imprint my thoughts and some of my fighting memories into the minds of these stone figures, so that they can spar with my disciples in the future and improve their martial arts skills."

As an extraordinary person, strength is not only reflected in the degree of mastery of martial arts techniques, but also in physical skills, combat awareness, weapons, and so on.

Apart from Si Chong, Cheng Zhen, and Lu Jin, there's no need to worry.

The fighting skills of the other disciples varied greatly; having cultivated deep in the mountains, they were like flowers in a greenhouse.

Having a decent physique but lacking practical experience, one would likely find it difficult to make any progress in the cutthroat world of martial arts.

"Rather than suffering losses and losing your lives at the hands of outsiders, it would be better for me, the sect leader, to properly train you."

The creation of the Five Treasure Lands is suitable for the cultivation of second-level disciples. Based on this, Jiang Mo plans to refine a batch of 'superhumans' with the properties of rock and earth, engrave some of his memories, and use them to train the combat skills of first-level disciples.

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

As the head of a sect, Jiang Mo naturally understood this principle. The development of a sect requires strong individuals, as well as those who are weak but strive for improvement. As time goes by, spring comes and autumn goes, and the former may not necessarily be overtaken by the latter.

In particular, Zhuge Yu is a promising talent, possessing two unparalleled martial arts techniques: the Wuhou Qimen and the Reverse Life Triple Technique.

Jiang Mo had heard of the Wuhou School's "Samadhi True Fire".

Given time, if Zhuge Yu breaks through the triple rebirth and simultaneously cultivates the 'Innate Qi Fire' and the 'Samadhi True Fire', one burning the physical body and the other subduing the soul, he will have a chance to become the top disciple among all the disciples.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo exhaled a breath, and his limbs trembled slightly. A kind of instinctive muscle memory was being slowly perceived and copied into his brain.

At the same time, based on Jiang Mo's instructions on training his disciples, a strong 'thought' was also brewing.

Unlike consciousness, 'thought' does not possess thought; it is merely an invisible puppet thread that controls the stone figure while limiting its power to prevent excessive harm to its disciples.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and several days and nights cycle.

Purple clouds rise from the east, arriving alongside golden light, scattering across the forest.

Jiang Mo's frosty hair was ruffled by the morning breeze. He walked down the green rock step by step, stepping into the void, and arrived in front of the five enormous creatures.

Five wisps of eerie light, resembling flames, contained Jiang Mo's 'thoughts' and his physical combat memories, and were pulsating slightly.

The next moment, they fluttered up and landed between the eyebrows of the five stone figures, seeping into their yellowish-brown skin and etching themselves deep into their brains.

"Boom!!!"

Like sleeping machines being plugged in, the stone figures' deep brown pupils gradually began to glow. They stretched out their massive bodies, emitting deep breaths, and possessed extraordinary strength.

"From now on, I will rely on you all to take care of the disciples in the sect."

Jiang Mo clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to the group of stone figures, his voice sincere.

Although they are lifeless, merely puppets infused with 'thought' and muscle memory, to the sect, these rocks and soils sealed underground for hundreds or even thousands of years will be elders who can protect and nurture one disciple after another.

The rising sun cast very long shadows of Jiang Mo and the five stone figures.

The stone figures remained unmoved by the request. They simply stared at Jiang Mo calmly and blankly, and it was precisely this atmosphere that made this moment seem eternal, forming a kind of destiny within the frozen time.

The ceremony is over.

Jiang Mo slowly turned around, bathed in sunlight, and walked away along the mountainside.