Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Meng Zhao didn't know what Hong Gu and the other two were feeling outside the tower. Ever since he was sucked into the tower by a powerful suction force inside the Ascension Tower, he had experienced a very wonderful journey.

He seemed to have stepped into some kind of spatial turbulence and experienced countless changes in time and years. His whole body was covered with a strange shadow and at the same time, shrouded in a hazy atmosphere.

In a trance, Meng Zhao finally calmed down, as if waking up from a dream, and began to look around this special environment.

However, when he saw this, he was shocked. He wondered if he was having a nightmare or if there was another mystery.

All I could see was that there was no magnificent tower interior or any attic palaces, but instead I was in a thatched hut that looked extremely poor and miserable.

The room was only about eight or nine square meters in size and was completely empty. There was not even a bed. There was only a tattered straw mat placed in the east corner of the room, and Meng Zhao was lying on the mat at this time.

In addition, in the middle of the room, there was a small broken table that was picked up from somewhere. Three of its legs were broken, and only one leg was intact.

Therefore, in order to maintain stability, I got three pre-beaten stones from somewhere and placed them under the three corners of the table to provide a barely support.

This table is the only piece of furniture in these poor thatched huts.

Another thing is that there is a broken bowl on the table with four or five corners missing. No one knows what kind of filth is inside it, it is black with yellow, and just one look at it can make people think of a cesspool.

As for the walls around and the ground beneath us, let alone, to be honest, they can barely keep out the cold, which is already pretty good.

But this external environment is actually only secondary.

Meng Zhao's cultivation is so high that he could handle anything, let alone being in a small, run-down thatched hut. Even if he was on a battlefield with thousands of troops fighting, or in a demon realm full of evil spirits, he would be able to handle anything.

He walked as if on flat ground, without any fear at all.

The key point is that Meng Zhao actually discovered that strange changes had occurred in himself.

In the past, he had extraordinary blood, a special physique, a strong body, and a great spirit. It was no exaggeration to say that he had great supernatural powers and an infinite lifespan.

However, at this moment, Meng Zhao's breathing became extremely heavy, and his lungs began to twitch as if he was short of breath, and he began to cough involuntarily.

As for the terrifying power that was as deep as the sea, it disappeared without a trace.

"Ahem, ahem, how, how is it possible, could it be that something unexpected happened when I escaped into the Ascension Tower, so I am in such a dangerous situation?"

Meng Zhao has not only lost his strength, but also seems to be injured. Facing the trial that may begin at any time, it is a completely disastrous start.

However, it's not that he really can't borrow any external force at all. He can barely sense the existence of the Zhaotian Divine Mirror through his mind.

As for other things like the King's Tripod of the State, Emperor Yu's Armor, or the supreme magical power of flesh and blood transformed by Xie Jie, and the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, they all disappeared without a trace.

Meng Zhao struggled to stand up, supporting himself with his right palm against a wall. He lowered his head to look at his tattered clothes, revealing his shriveled abdomen, which was strangled by rows of bones.

He felt the world spinning around him, his mind was wavering, and an extremely terrifying thought came to his mind.

"This isn't a serious injury at all. This isn't even your own body!"

No wonder, no wonder, he said that he had great supernatural powers, boundless magic power, and extraordinary combat power, how could he be so fragile.

The reason is that this is not his body that can capture dragons and subdue tigers.

But, how is this possible?
Could it be that his soul left his body and entered into a dying body, and took over the body unconsciously?
But Meng Zhao quickly realized that this was not the case, and he could not sense the power of the soul at all.

As for the Divine Mirror of Heaven, he was not able to call upon it directly, but simply because he sensed its existence intuitively.

Meng Zhao had a splitting headache at this time and began to recall his previous experiences.

He was involuntarily sucked into the Tower of Ascension, and at the same time entering the tower, he fell into a vague state.

He suddenly had an extremely ridiculous idea.

If he was not in a trial right now, then he must have experienced another journey of traveling across time, from the ancient battlefield space in the land of Shenzhou to this body.

The moment the thought of time travel appeared in Meng Zhao's mind, a flood of information surged out from the deepest part of this body's mind, like a mountain torrent, and all fell into Meng Zhao's consciousness.

In the Tianyuan Kingdom, in Xiaohan Village, Li Zheng, an orphan, grew up eating at many families' homes and was bullied by the village's scoundrel and bully Wen San...

Meng Zhao gathered and summarized the scattered information into his own memory.

Meng Zhao was new to the game the first time, but became familiar with it the second time.

The severe headache, accompanied by drowsiness, made Meng Zhao unable to hold on any longer. He slowly sat down, leaning his back against the cracked wall.

After a long pause, Meng Zhao finally opened his eyes, full of disbelief. Did he really travel through time for the second time?
He really fell in the Tower of Ascension. Unknowingly, a bit of his soul was taken away by the Divine Mirror of Heaven, and traveled through endless time and space, arriving in this strange world.

This world is similar to the ancient feudal society of Dayong, but the difference is that the martial arts here are almost extinct.

There is no vitality of heaven and earth, no spiritual energy, not even evil energy or yin energy. It is a real place of destroying souls and the dead, and destroying the law.

In Li Zheng's mind, the strongest person he had ever seen was a retired veteran in Xiaohan Village. He was proficient in military tactics and the Blood Killing Fist. At his peak, he could break a tree trunk as thick as his forearm with one punch.

Even this is the only military force in Xiaohan Village.

As for the outside world of the village, Li Zheng, the orphan, didn't know how many there were. As an orphan who grew up eating at many people's homes, he was only thinking about having enough to eat all day long and was indifferent to everything else.

In addition, Li Zheng could hear from fragments of words that the situation outside was not very good either, with years of war and chaos, which was somewhat similar to the trend at the end of the dynasty.

In Xiaohan Village, there is a group of young and strong men who are farmers when they are busy and bullies in their spare time.

Li Zheng himself once played the role of a bandit, following the young and strong men in the village, robbing more than once and getting some food from the profits.

As for the work that he did not follow, there were even more. After all, he was an orphan, and he was not very old, only fourteen or fifteen years old. He had not grown up at all and lacked strength. Apart from waving flags and shouting to boost morale, his use was limited.

In fact, because the situation has been bad in recent years, many people have considered driving Li Zheng out of Xiaohan Village.

It was just that because Li Zheng had been an orphan in the village for more than ten years and had lived there, he had some feelings for the family, so he gave up.

But, because of this, there is no way he could provide any more help to Li Zheng.

In the past, the village bully Wen San actually ignored Li Zheng. After all, with the villagers around, he would always be cautious.

But recently, Wen San's attitude towards Li Zheng has been very unfriendly, beating and humiliating him at every turn, not only physically hurting him, but also mentally bullying him. Anyway, according to Meng Zhao's own inference, if he hadn't traveled through time and space to this person for the second time, Li Zheng would not have lived for long!

At this time, Meng Zhao had overcome the impact of the torrent of memories. His thoughts were sharp and he actually had a thought in mind.

In addition to the second time travel, could it be that I am currently deep in the trial, and everything before my eyes is an illusion, fake?

Meng Zhao carefully sensed every detail of his surroundings, and at the same time, began to clap and knead his shriveled and skinny body with his hands.

Finally, I came to a conclusion that everything is real, whether it is what I see, hear, or touch, everything is so real.

This is completely different from the previous trial of the demon corpse Xuan Jiao.

At that time, Meng Zhao had supernatural powers and martial arts, and he could easily solve numerous mysteries and see the truth.

This time, the situation was different. Meng Zhao had lost all his martial arts powers and became no different from an ordinary person. What he sensed was reality.

Although he still had doubts, Meng Zhao was definitely not the kind of person who would hesitate. Apart from still having a little cautious thought, Meng Zhao just regarded it as a second time traveling through time.

Compared to the first time when he traveled through time and became a beggar, almost starving to death, freezing to death, or dying of illness, the situation now is not much better.

What’s even more terrifying is that now that there is no second Zhao Hun, the real Meng Zhao, to play with the substitute literature, there is no chance to change one’s fate.

Meng Zhao still remembered that it was also through initiation and the input of internal energy that he activated the power of the Zhaotian Divine Mirror, giving him a golden finger. From then on, he was unstoppable and soared into the sky.

In fact, it is not much different now. He estimated that as long as he could cultivate his inner strength to a certain level, he would be able to stimulate the power of the Divine Mirror of the Sky again to assist himself and reach new heights in this strange world!

"What a pity, what a pity, I was not able to reach the top and experience the mysterious realm of gods and demons. However, the memories of my previous life are my most precious wealth now."

Meng Zhao's mind moved, and in a moment, he selected a martial art that best suited his current situation from the many magical skills he had deduced through the Zhaotian Divine Mirror, and wanted to practice martial arts again.

As for why he didn't practice the Ziwei Emperor Scripture of Controlling Dragons of the Heavens, it was because he was no longer the one with the blood of the purple dragon. His physique was not good enough, so he couldn't even get started with this magical book.

In essence, The Ziwei Emperor Scripture of Controlling Dragons in the Heavens is the presentation of Meng Zhao's perfection of his Taoism with the help of the Divine Mirror. It is the most consistent method of practice that Meng Zhao once had.

If the degree of compatibility is concretized, then Meng Zhao, who has purple dragon blood, has a compatibility of 120% when practicing this martial art.

However, if this magical skill were to be combined with the current Meng Zhao, the degree of compatibility would probably be less than 1%, or even less than 0.1%.

Therefore, Meng Zhaocai had to find another way and choose a new method of practice.

Of course, there is one more point that Meng Zhao wants to confirm: whether martial arts can still be practiced in this world, and whether internal strength and true qi can still exist!
Thinking of this, Meng Zhao slowly closed his eyes and began to breathe in and out with a special rhythm.

The starting point of martial arts is the acquired realm, which mostly begins with breathing and increasing internal strength.

And internal strength comes from refining essence into qi.

The more vigorous a person's essence is, the stronger the internal strength that is refined will be.

The essence of the human body, the innate essence, involves the origin of life and cannot be easily mobilized. Therefore, we can only rely on the acquired essence.

Acquired essence comes from the outside world, such as the grains and cereals we eat daily, seafood and meat, or some herbs.

In fact, from Meng Zhao's point of view, the physical body he has now is quite good.

He has a thick frame, great strength, and is a natural born martial artist.

During the Shenzhou period, Meng Zhao, who had not yet awakened the Purple Yuan Dragon Blood, might not be as good as his current body in terms of physical qualifications alone.

However, the same lack of food caused Li Zheng to lose some of his energy.

You can't even get enough to eat, but you're still thinking about tempering your essence and turning it into internal strength. Isn't this seeking death?

However, Meng Zhao is a person with great supernatural powers who is at the level of a god. He knows everything very well. Of course, he will not be short-sighted, eager for quick success and instant benefits, and damage his own physical potential.

The breathing skill he practiced at this time was called Zhou Tian Xing Shen Breathing Technique, which was a pure internal training skill.

In the land of China, the energy of stars can be seen everywhere and is extremely rich.

Meng Zhao himself has a body of purple yuan dragon, which includes a purple Wei treasure body. He has a unique understanding of the star energy and star power.

Therefore, he relied on the Divine Mirror to deduce this pure internal martial art.

Through breathing and visualization, one can slowly absorb the energy of the scattered stars between heaven and earth in the acquired realm, and integrate it into one's own cultivation.

Of course, the prerequisite is to practice the internal breathing skills to perfection, so that you can absorb the energy of the stars from the acquired state.

Otherwise, you can simply refine the acquired essence in your body efficiently.

At this moment, Meng Zhao's situation was that he was hungry, cold, and injured. If he wanted to recover in a short period of time, or even form a certain level of combat power, the Zhoutian Xingshen Breathing Technique might not be the best, but it was definitely the most suitable and the fastest-acting one.

And although Meng Zhao made use of the Divine Mirror, he was still considered a creator of the technique. He had not only practiced it to perfection, but all the mysteries and essence of it were in Meng Zhao's heart.

However, as time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Meng Zhao's face, and his complexion became paler and paler.

In the end, it even triggered a recurrence of injuries to his internal organs. After coughing a few times, he actually coughed up blood.

There was a slight blush on the pale face, as if a last ray of light had returned.

Those narrow and delicate eyes were filled with disbelief, frustration and embarrassment.

It was because Meng Zhao's breathing did not absorb even a single drop of star energy.

Previously, Meng Zhao learned through Li Zheng’s memory that this country called Tianyuan was a place where the law was destroyed and there was no spiritual energy, vitality, or inspiration from heaven and earth.

But the stars shine on the earth, and the star energy is spreading, so there is no way to avoid such restrictions.

In the end, he underestimated the horror of the realm of destruction and didn't give it even a single chance.

In other words, no matter how hard he tries, he won't be able to develop his internal strength, and the Divine Mirror of Heaven will not be able to work in the short term.

However, it's not all bad news. In Meng Zhao's opinion, coughing up the blood clots will actually help with recovery. (End of this chapter)