Born with immortal seed

Chapter 230 The True Meaning of the Dual Great Dao
The bone dagger flashed and then disappeared again, reappearing in Lu Rugao's hand.

"You're also a body cultivator!"

Lu Rugao's expression changed drastically; this bone dagger came from an ancient palace.

It has no specific grade and cannot be completely refined by anyone.

It doesn't resemble a magical artifact; it's more like a raw bone from a strange beast, roughly shaped and polished to create this bone blade.

It does not possess any additional supernatural powers, but it can achieve near-instantaneous teleportation and break through the void.

Furthermore, the bone blade has the characteristic of ignoring defense. Many of the cultivators who died at Lu Rugao's hands relied on their protective magic treasures and thought they were safe.

However, the bone blade pierced through it as easily as a hot knife through butter.

At the very least, Lu Rugao's own Nine Dragons Fiend Body would definitely not be able to withstand the bone blade.

So when they saw that Master Ge Cang had taken the blow from the bone blade with his bare body, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Damn barbarians from the North... I've wasted all my savings of the past hundred years on you!"

Remembering the private instructions of the Arhat who held the alms bowl, Lu Rugao roared, and nine dragons appeared behind him, each with a demon core in its mouth.

The nine dragons swirling around him elevated his aura to an unbelievable level.

These were all dragon beasts that died at his hands, whose souls he extracted and absorbed into his own body using secret techniques.

They then refined the inner core of a third-tier demon beast, transforming it into something akin to a magical artifact.

This was Lu Rugao's true trump card; it took him a full century to find the essence of the nine-headed dragon he had slain, along with its demon core, which burned together.

At this moment, Lu Rugao is essentially aided by the combined power of nine peak-level third-tier demonic beasts.

In terms of quality, it certainly cannot compare with a Nascent Soul True Monarch, but in terms of quantity, it is not much different.

With a single punch, the nine dragon beasts roared in response, causing the entire arena to tremble and threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Well done!"

Master Ge Cang's eyes lit up, and he took a step forward, flashing to the other side of the arena at almost instantaneous speed.

The "Close at Hand, Far Away" technique was activated. This overwhelming punch, which suppressed the void, landed directly in empty space, smashing cracks into the arena.

Ge Cang chanted an incantation, and a thunderous roar seemed to open a gap in the sky, unleashing endless divine lightning that appeared to destroy everything.

The entire arena was filled with the crackling of lightning and the resounding roar of thunder.

“Brother Ge’s thunder technique already has some flavor of heavenly tribulation, and can be said to have reached the realm of perfection. If he can overcome the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation and integrate the power of heavenly thunder, he may really have a chance to achieve the realm of divine thunder having a spirit and nurturing life from the midst of extinction.”

Yan Yuanzai watched with great eagerness, a strong fighting spirit surging within him.

Seeing that Ge Cang Zhenren had the upper hand and was not worried about losing, Bai Zichen shifted his attention to the other arenas.

The arena where the Blood God Master was located was covered by endless blood shadows, turning the entire arena into a pool of blood.

Only the Buddhist prayer beads in the hand of the high monk in the corner flew out and merged with the Buddhist light on his body, firmly blocking the blood pool from the outside.

Wielding a magical sword burning with bright flames, he protects himself with strict and upright swordsmanship, and with each swing of his sword, a bloody shadow is cut down.

But the blood-red figures on the field numbered in the thousands, launching wave after wave of attacks.

The Blood God, filled with rage, unleashed the Hundred Fiends Blood Sea Great Technique the moment he entered the arena, seemingly wanting to unleash his fury on his opponent.

From the pool of blood, blood beasts continued to crawl out, their shapes bizarre and their features indistinct.

Each blood beast only possessed the aura of a second-tier low-grade demon beast, but their sheer number made up for it.

In a short time, there were already over a hundred.

Meanwhile, these blood beasts are constantly fusing together.

Three or five blood beasts collided, their blood flowing and exchanging, and they recombined to form a mid-grade second-tier blood beast.

In just a short while, a blood beast at the peak of the second tier had appeared in the blood pool. It was a blood tiger with two wings on its back, and its shape had become vague.

'At this rate, third-tier blood beasts will soon appear in the blood pool, and they'll keep coming... No wonder they say the Blood God True Man's techniques excel at group battles and he's not afraid of being surrounded. He can't even attack the main body; with countless avatars and blood beasts fighting alongside him, how could ordinary cultivators possibly be a match for him?'

Bai Zichen compared the Blood God True Man with Mo Changzhi, who died at his hands. He could only say that they cultivated the same kind of technique, but the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

The area of ​​the Buddha's aura surrounding the disciple of the alms bowl-bearing Arhat was getting smaller and smaller, and was about to be submerged by the rising blood pool.

Only a sliver of bright Buddha light remained, steadfastly holding its ground in the bloody and ferocious pool of blood.

The more it is attacked, the more intense its Buddha-light becomes, radiating boundless brilliance.

Although they are at a disadvantage, it seems they won't be defeated anytime soon.

The two arenas of Fang Tiansheng and Peng Zefeng were much more uneventful, with the two groups of cultivators seemingly evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

However, the former is most likely holding back, while the latter is limited by its own strength and can only do so.

Even with Bai Zichen's discerning eye, it was clear that this Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had not enhanced the power of his natal spirit beast; he had merely summoned a large seal to engage in a magical duel with the high monk opposite him.

The monk's exposed skin, including his face, had turned a bronze color, and his bulging muscles stretched his loose robe.

He actually used both hands to catch the magic weapon head-on, producing a series of loud metallic clangs.

The unassuming spirit farmer who fought Peng Zefeng seemed like a completely different person once he made a move; the moment he swung his hoe, the entire arena felt like it was losing its balance.

Peng Zefeng felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and he used most of his true energy to resist this gravity.

"The true meaning of Dili Dao!"

Peng Zefeng was utterly shocked, never expecting that this seemingly insignificant spirit farmer had actually touched upon the true meaning of the Great Dao.

Even manipulating the earth's forces within a small area to alter the rules of that region falls within the realm of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's supernatural powers.

This old spirit farmer was able to do this, which means he has already stepped one foot into the Nascent Soul realm and has a very high chance of successfully transforming into a Nascent Soul.

He turned the wine jug upside down, and the gushing spirit wine spilled out, transforming into a rushing river that lifted him up.

At the same time, the two yin-yang pearls on the wine pot spun wildly, and the two yin-yang divine lights supported a tai chi circle, which barely offset the earth's force.

However, the old farmer was not in a hurry to pursue, whether it was because swinging that hoe had exhausted him greatly, or he had other plans.

He bent down, pressed his left hand to the ground, and countless spiritual herbs sprouted, forming a vine fence that grew around Peng Zefeng.

"What a trick!"

Nine Lotus True Monarch's eyes flashed with a strange light as he spoke for the first time since the start of the arena battle.

"Nourishes all things, controls the earth's power... The dual Dao principles, if it weren't for the somewhat mixed true essence, I'm afraid I could have survived the Heavenly Tribulation at any time and achieved the Nascent Soul stage!"

His eyes shone brightly as he gazed at the benevolent-looking Arhat holding his alms bowl, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Where did the master find such a helper? Instead of purifying his true essence and preparing for his tribulation within the sect, he's out here engaging in this kind of arena battle?"

With his nearly thousand years of experience, there are few things that can shock the Nine Lotus True Monarch.

But right now there is one!
It's unclear why this old spiritual farmer encountered two different Dao principles, reaching the perfect Core Formation stage, yet he hadn't even mastered the most basic True Essence purification.

If such a person were placed in the Holy Lotus Sect, he would only be placed in the sect's forbidden area by True Monarch Nine Lotus, and would never be allowed to leave until he reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Regardless of their strength, the survival abilities of a Core Formation Perfection cultivator and a Nascent Soul True Monarch are vastly different.

If a Nascent Soul True Monarch wants to escape, unless he is trapped in a great formation that seals off the void, there is almost no chance of him being left behind.

"Young friend Gu comes from a minor sect. His initial cultivation method was flawed, and once he reached the peak of Core Formation, there was no further path forward... I, the humble monk, pity his talent and have bestowed upon him a top-tier cultivation method, and also lend him a thousand-year-old relic to help him purify his true essence."

The Arhat holding the alms bowl flicked out a top-grade spiritual stone from in front of him, which transformed into a stream of light and flew out of the high platform.

"After young friend Gu overcomes the Heavenly Tribulation with the fourth-tier spiritual land of our sect, he will become an elder of the Dharma Aspect Sect's external path."

Nine Lotus True Monarch felt a bitter taste in his mouth. The Dharma Aspect Sect was so blessed that it could receive such an outsider elder.

Why is it that the Nascent Soul seed they themselves have chosen refuses to come and learn from a master?

Another top-grade spirit stone flew out in front of him, but the old spirit farmer surrounded Peng Zefeng with spirit grass vines and then swung his hoe down again.

Water flowed backwards in front of Peng Zefeng, his protective aura distorted, and one magical artifact after another fell directly to the ground.

At the critical moment, a lotus seed appeared, enveloping Peng Zefeng and allowing him to withstand the blow from the hoe, thus teleporting him off the stage.

Before the battle, no one could have imagined that this group would be the first to determine a winner.

……

'Why does it seem like this Master Wan's swordsmanship isn't much stronger than mine...'

With Ge Cang Zhenren undefeated, Bai Zichen quickly turned his attention to the match he was most interested in.

Due to its limited size, the Hidden Sun Sword Sect is not considered a top-tier force in the cultivation world of Liang Kingdom, but the strength of its sword cultivators is still widely recognized.

He naturally wanted to know the difference between himself and the number one swordsman in Liang Kingdom.

'If I'm not mistaken, Master Wan is only at the level of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, only he's progressed further than me in the second realm of swordsmanship... but he hasn't even shown a trace of the third realm, One Sword Breaks All Laws.'

Bai Zichen was greatly disappointed, as he had hoped to improve his swordsmanship experience by observing Wan Qi's battle.

Wanqi's strength was undoubtedly far superior to his; every sword light carried an overwhelming and domineering power.

But in the end, the realm of swordsmanship still stops at the level of sword energy and thunderous sound.

Moreover, the high monk he was facing had long, slender eyebrows, a smile on his lips, and with a gentle shake of a precious wheel in his hand, he annihilated the sword light.

His seemingly casual movements shook the entire space, leveling everything.

Then came the domineering sword light, carrying the momentum to shatter the void, but it was reduced to nothingness under the suppression of the treasure wheel.

Bai Zichen could subtly sense that wherever the treasure wheel passed, the space seemed to be reorganized, scattering all the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

The sword light is no exception; no matter how many variations or complex the sword path, it cannot escape the simple collision of the treasure wheel.

After a stick of incense had burned, Wanqi had been forced into a corner of the arena.

The sword light was still sharp, but he could only parry left and right, protecting himself from the front and back.

'One cannot rely solely on the sharpness of flying swords. If one's swordsmanship level is not up to par, and one's methods of combat are too simplistic, one will still be easily countered...'

Seeing Wanqi in trouble and on the verge of defeat, Bai Zichen felt a wake-up call.

At this stage, because flying swords are always effective, he has developed a dependency on them, and his only way to defeat enemies is by using flying swords, which is a serious imbalance.

(End of this chapter)