Chapter 680: True Martial Talisman
Chapter 680: True Martial Talisman
Inside the True Martial Talisman.
A flash of light, and Fang Xing's figure appeared.
He looked around and sighed.
Boom!
Stone pillars rose, pushing aside the grayish air currents, creating a space of about one hundred square meters and ten meters high.
Stone steps emerged, leading up to a throne-like seat.
Fang Xing sat on the seat and said softly, "From now on... I don't know how many years I'll have to stay here..."
"But my state is already far superior to that of the deceased Panwu... The longer I stay, the more I can comprehend the True Martial Dao."
He quietly explored the limits of his own abilities.
"Within the True Martial Talisman, this space is my limit. Here, I am like a creator god... though, a creator god of a hundred square meters?"
He extended his hand, and a jade cup appeared, filled with golden liquor.
This was the fine wine personally brewed by the Wine Deity in the Pantheon World, potent enough to intoxicate even a Fourteenth Realm Dao Lord.
Fang Xing took a gentle sip, and the cup vanished. Then, several puppets appeared and knelt down, "Master..."
"Hmm, these puppets can have their strength adjusted... But can I create living beings with flesh and blood?"
He nodded and then shook his head, "But what can I offer the one who obtains the True Martial Talisman?"
Indeed!
Now that Fang Xing had entered the stone talisman, he could no longer move it in the outside world by his own power.
In other words, he needed a host, becoming something like a Cheating Power.
"As long as one obtains the 'True Martial Talisman,' they will receive the best cultivation... If they can shatter the Panwu Dao with the True Martial Dao, then I win."
"Even if they fail... I can always abandon them and find the next host."
"This is the benefit of having a cheat; as long as I win once, it will be Eternity."
"But what use is this 'cheat' to the host?"
Fang Xing began to ponder.
With his abilities, transforming an ordinary mortal into a Twelfth Realm Celestial Immortal, or even a Thirteenth Realm Celestial Immortal with infinite lifespan, was not difficult, but it was useless!
Because his foundation was still the Panwu Dao!
Creating a Celestial Immortal through the Panwu Dao? Wouldn't that just provide sustenance to the Panwu Dao?
If the Panwu consciousness in the outside world were to revive within this body, he would be forced to concede, and the ritual would fail.
"To win... I must first further comprehend the True Martial Dao, at least to the point of understanding its basic framework."
"Then, I must guide the host, help them discover their own power, and lead them to the 'True Martial Dao'..."
"My Cheating Power can't be too strong; no experience from killing, no sign-in rewards, no gifting of techniques, powers, or treasures... and certainly no future simulators."
"Perhaps a training space with a different time flow rate could work?"
"Then what? When they reach a bottleneck in cultivation, they can smoothly break through? Isn't that just like my attribute panel's proficiency system?"
Fang Xing thought for a moment and decided, "Only these two things, no more."
"Even for the host's benefit, I need to create new martial arts. Teaching them what I know could lead to trouble..."
After all, everything he had learned had eventually become part of the Panwu Dao.
This was why all the Dao Lords were trapped.
Their own Dao was already the pinnacle of their essence, so how could they find another path?
It was as absurd as trying to turn an ordinary person into someone else, down to the genetic level!
"Unless I can fully comprehend the True Martial Dao and pass it on..."
Fang Xing closed his eyes, no longer caring about the passage of time in the outside world.
...
The stars shifted, and the sea turned to land.
What was once a coastline was now a mountain range.
Black flowers covered the mountains, and a three-headed bird with a wingspan of several dozen meters flew low overhead.
"Screech!"
The bird swooped down, its sharp talons drawing a graceful arc, striking a wild boar with a triangular sword-like head.
The boar let out a low roar, trying to resist, but it was too late.
Splash!
Blood flew, and the several-ton boar was lifted and the bird disappeared into a black dot.
"Damn... That three-headed bird has stolen our prey again."
The grass rustled, and several primitive humans, dressed in animal skins and standing over two meters tall, emerged.
One of them, with a slightly younger face, cursed.
In their hands, they held sharpened wooden spears and axes with sharp bone blades, looking somewhat 'well-equipped.'
"Qing... What should we do? We watched this prey for days, and now the tribe will go hungry."
They looked at an older leader among them.
In this primitive age, life for the primitive humans was harsh.
Powerful beasts roamed everywhere, and they loved to eat humans!
The primitive humans were clearly at the bottom of the food chain!
Only by uniting into small tribes did they have a chance to survive.
Even so, the tribe couldn’t exceed a thousand people, or they would easily become a ‘buffet’ for more powerful beasts.
Qing looked to be in his twenties, which was considered old age among the primitives. He was a seasoned hunter.
“We’re going to the river... to see if we can catch a Bone Spine Fish!”
Qing thought for a moment before making his decision: “This time, I’ll be the bait!”
He was the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and the Bone Spine Fish was quite clever. If there was something wrong with the prey, it would certainly notice.
“Qi... you take the stone axe and be ready to strike first.”
“Shang... you’re responsible for the spear thrust, but be careful not to hit the bone scales. Aim for the spot where the three white lines converge under the fish’s lips…”
“Mang…”
Qing looked at the young primitive who had spoken first: “You’re in charge of keeping watch... be alert for any other beasts.”
“Alright.”
Mang gritted his teeth and agreed.
A short while later, on the riverbank.
A large fish, over two meters long, covered in white bone spines and scales, rolled onto the shore.
Instead of fleeing back into the river, it rolled again, its spines making it look like a spinning hedgehog.
Shang, taken by surprise, failed to strike the vital spot with his wooden spear, which snapped with a crack.
“Ah!”
Amidst the cries of pain, Qing, who was the bait, was closest and now had several bloody gashes on his body.
But the Bone Spine Fish thrashed twice and then stopped moving.
Mang ran over quickly and found that Qing, trapped under the fish, had already thrust a bone dagger into the fish’s lips, precisely where the three white lines converged.
“Qing…”
Mang hurriedly looked at Qing.
“Cough... I’ve heard the call of the Heavenly Deity. I probably won’t make it.”
Blood trickled from the corner of Qing’s mouth, but his face showed a look of acceptance: “This is nature…”
His hand fell limp, and he lost all signs of life.
“Alright, Mang… quickly cut the fish meat and bones out and take them back. The blood will attract beasts soon.”
Shang kicked Mang.
Mang mechanically began his work, his eyes occasionally glancing at Qing’s body.
“Dying in the wilderness is our fate… but at least, I don’t want Qing to be eaten by a beast…”
He set down a large piece of fish meat and went to lift a stone to place it on Qing’s body.
Soon, a small pile of stones covered Qing’s body.
“This won’t do any good…”
Qi spoke up: “Beasts have incredibly sensitive noses. A few stones won’t stop them…”
Mang didn’t reply, just continued his work mechanically.
Panting heavily, he was only thirteen, the youngest warrior in the tribe.
Mang lifted another rock, as big as an ostrich egg, and suddenly paused, looking at the bottom of the rock: “What’s this?”
He picked up a stone chip, which was green and about the size of an infant’s fist.
On the surface of the stone chip were strange patterns.
“Pretty… probably a decoration left by some warrior.”
Qi glanced at it and shook his head.
Mang didn’t pay much attention, just stuffed the stone talisman into his pocket, and the group returned to the tribe.
Their tribe was situated in a valley, with main dwellings made of leather tents and conical roofs of thatch.
“Back!”
When the group returned, the primitive on the lookout tower immediately shouted excitedly.
A group of strong, muscular women came out to greet them, their faces lighting up when they saw the fish meat and bones in Mang’s hands.
“Qing… is dead.”
Shang’s voice was low.
“The Heavenly Deity must take everyone’s soul. There’s nothing we can do…”
A grandmother, looking to be in her forties, spoke: “Warriors… go rest. We’ll take care of the fish.”
The primitives viewed life and death very calmly, even seeing death in the wilderness as part of the natural cycle.
But Mang still felt some confusion as he watched it all.
He returned to his small hut, fell onto the dry grass, and fell asleep.
He didn’t notice the stone talisman in his pocket, which was now faintly glowing.
…
“Huh? Where… where am I?”
Mang woke up to find himself in a gray, misty space.
On the throne ahead, various celestial maidens of different figures and builds had vanished, revealing a figure.
The air was filled with incense, and a long table was laden with various foods he had never seen. The smell alone made his mouth water uncontrollably.
Snap!
Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only a palace supported by stone steps and pillars.
He sat on the throne, looking down at the boy in the animal skin clothes.
“Who are you? A Heavenly Deity?”
Mang looked up at the figure, feeling an overwhelming pressure, more terrifying than the most powerful beast he had ever seen!
He thought this must be the image of the Heavenly Deity that the tribe spoke of: “Where is Qing’s spirit?”
“Heavenly Deity? I am not…”
Fang Xing smiled. Just from the first glance, he knew everything about the boy: “What year is it? Has the outside world developed to this extent already?”
(End of Chapter)
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