N-M Chapter 160 Ascending to Heaven in One Step! Is this what it means to be a terrestrial immortal?!
Chapter 160 Ascending to Heaven in One Step! Is this what it means to be a terrestrial immortal?!
An absolute stillness so profound it could cause phantom pain in the eardrums.
The entire courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The wind stopped, the cicadas stopped chirping, and even the orange cat that was dozing in the corner stiffened, its amber eyes filled with terror.
Everyone's eyes and minds were drawn as if by an invisible magnet, fixated on the figure slowly getting up from the ground.
Fang Qingxue's heart almost stopped beating.
She stared intently at that figure, forgetting even to breathe.
Time stretched out infinitely at this moment, each second feeling like an eternity.
Old Wang braced himself against the ground with his palms.
The sensation from my palm is no longer the rough, cracked soil of my memory.
It was a completely new feeling.
A sense of kinship and affinity.
He could feel the earth breathing.
He could even clearly "hear" an earthworm slowly turning its wet body three feet deep in the soil beneath him. The extremely faint sound of its muscles wriggling was as clear as thunder in his perception.
He raised his head.
You can "see" that under the afternoon sun, those tiny dust particles in the air, invisible to the naked eye, are migrating precisely and orderly with invisible air currents.
They are no longer a jumble of floating debris.
They are tiny stars that follow some supreme iron law.
In his perception, the entire world was completely dissected into countless most fundamental details.
Light, sound, air, dust...
Then, with a completely new logic that he had never understood but instinctively grasped, he reassembled it into a more real and clearer universe.
He slowly straightened up.
Throughout the entire process, not a single sound of bones rubbing together was heard.
His joints didn't groan, and his muscles didn't protest.
The movement was so light that it didn't seem like that of an old man who had just escaped death; rather, it was like a feather being gently lifted by an invisible wind, silently breaking free from the pull of gravity.
He felt as if he had been in an incredibly long, yet incredibly real dream.
That was no ordinary dream.
There were no specific images in the dream, no mountains or rivers, and no bustling crowds.
Yes, but only pure, vast "concepts".
In an instant, he transformed into the wind.
He wasn't being blown by the wind, but rather he himself was the very first wisp of air that tore through the chaos and swept across the newly formed mountains. He felt the resistance of every rock, and the loneliness that had swept across billions of years of desolation.
In the next instant, he transformed into light.
It wasn't that he saw the light, but that he himself was the first star that suddenly ignited in the endless darkness. He witnessed the chaos differentiate under his own illumination, and witnessed the first nebula rotate and condense because of his energy.
Then, he transformed into "reason".
He saw it—no, he became that boundless net that constituted the laws governing the operation of all things in the universe. Countless golden and silver threads, representing cause and effect, time and space, life and death, and reincarnation, intertwined and crisscrossed within his body.
He could sense that with just a thought, he could pluck the most minute thread within it.
The vibration of that thread will travel along the entire net to the ends of the universe, triggering an unpredictable chain reaction.
The amount of information was enormous.
Too mysterious.
The fragmented images flashing through his mind at that moment caused his soul to feel a sharp, stabbing pain, as if a mortal were trying to look directly at the sun.
Now, the dream is over.
Deep within my soul, the boundless echoes still reverberate, bringing a sense of dizziness and emptiness, as if my soul has been drained.
He looked down at his hands.
Those hands were still the same hands that looked at least thirty years younger than yesterday, with firm skin and full of vitality.
But the feeling right now is completely different from yesterday.
Yesterday, he simply felt that these hands were full of power, full of an unbridled vitality, enough to kill the strongest ox with a single punch.
And now...
He could clearly feel that beneath every inch of his skin, within every cell, lay a terrifying energy capable of destroying the world.
That's not muscle strength.
It is a more fundamental, higher, and transcendent power that transcends flesh and blood.
An absurd thought rose uncontrollably in his mind.
If he used to feel like he could kill a bull with one punch, then he was right.
So now...
He felt that he could punch through the distant, endless green mountains!
This is not an arrogant illusion.
This is an absolute confidence that is imprinted deep in the soul after a complete leap in the level of life.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
A rudimentary and simple method, gleaned from that grand dream, flowed naturally through my heart like an innate instinct.
hum.
A wisp of golden energy slowly "seeped" out from the tip of his index finger.
It neither sprays nor gushes out.
It's as if it appeared out of thin air in that small space, condensing and being born from nothingness, and eventually transforming into something tangible.
The golden stream of energy, barely an inch long, was condensed to resemble a fine needle crafted from pure, solid light.
It did not emit any heat.
But the air around it was violently distorted as if it were being scorched by an invisible force, and space itself seemed to be retreating in fear.
It hovered quietly on Old Wang's fingertip.
The trace of power contained within caused Fang Qingxue, who was a half-step immortal, to suddenly shrink her icy blue pupils to the size of a pinhead!
That's not true qi!
That's...罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy or protective energy)!
Do not!
It is more condensed and purer than Qi!
It is condensed to the extreme, almost to the point of liquefying or even solidifying from a gaseous state... the primordial divine energy!
She had only seen a few words about this quality of divine energy in the sect's oldest and incomplete ancient texts, in the description of the legendary "Land Immortal" peak powerhouse!
Old Wang stared blankly at the strand of gold on his fingertip.
He could clearly sense that with just a thought, this wisp of something thinner than a hair could easily pierce through the thickest steel plate in the blacksmith's shop, a hundred meters away.
This is not speculation.
Is the truth.
It's a fact that he can definitely achieve if he sets his mind to it.
"this……"
His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, producing a dry and hoarse sound, as if two rough stones were rubbing against each other.
"Is this... the realm of a 'Land Immortal'?"
He muttered to himself.
His voice was filled with a sense of disbelief and confusion that even he himself could not believe.
A terrestrial deity!
These four words were not a martial arts realm he could reach, but a legend passed down among villagers, a myth as distant as the stars in the sky.
In his youth, he was also obsessed with martial arts, harboring a dream of becoming a great hero, and visited some so-called "famous masters" everywhere.
He had heard a description of this legendary realm from a highly respected elder who was said to have reached the threshold of "Transformation of Strength".
The senior said that in the path of martial arts, from Ming Jin and An Jin to Hua Jin Grandmaster, everyone is still just revolving within the realm of ordinary people. It is nothing more than tempering the muscles and bones, refining the qi and blood, and developing the physical strength to the extreme.
Only by breaking the shackles of human limits, allowing the soul to resonate with the body, and drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to infuse the body, can one shed the mortal body and transcend the ordinary to become a saint.
That is the "Land Immortal"!
That is the ultimate dream that all martial artists can only dream of, even if they spend their entire lives and exhaust the efforts and accumulation of several generations of a sect!
It is a legend that throughout history, countless people with extraordinary talents have ultimately been able to only look up at the sky and die with regrets!
He never dreamed of this.
Yourself.
A peasant who hadn't even mastered the most basic Ming Jin (internal strength).