Yefutidaolu

Chapter 307 His Divine Will
The physical body has never collapsed.

This simple sentence signifies an increase in the complexity of the situation.

The reason is very simple: it is 'unfathomable'.

There is no doubt that martial artists have strong physical bodies. Even those who specialize in cultivating their spirit and qi, and are skilled in swordsmanship and divine intent, but neglect physical training, will at least open their chest. It is impossible for a martial artist to have no physical training at all.

But there's always a limit.

Once it crashes even once, you can test where the limit is and know how to break it.

If someone scores 99 out of 100, then it's clear that their actual level is 99.

His physical body, which had never collapsed, was like his ability to get 100 points on every exam.

Then... you can't figure out whether he's at the level of 100 points, 1000 points, or even 10,000 points, since... even 10,000 points can only get 100 points.

Upon hearing this answer, Huang Chengshi gently closed his eyes, but his aura suddenly changed, and everything around him seemed to fall into a viscous slowness.

Actually, nothing around us slowed down, it's just... like when you concentrate, many things seem to slow down, and Huang Chengshi seemed to be releasing some kind of power.
Huang Chengshi knew that Xuehaijun was dead, and he died very quickly. It was impossible for a seventh-realm expert to do it... Then, could a grandmaster of the ninth realm and two levels do it?
can.

Blood Sea Lord is dead. Even for the Netherworld, a seventh-realm expert is not a rare commodity, and the loss is significant.

The person in front of us is too suspicious; in fact, it could be said that... there's no need for a trial; he could be sentenced to death directly.

But two Grandmasters... are indeed not easy to deal with.

Try it first.

Then, thinking about all this, Huang Chengshi opened his eyes.

Without any warning, he bit his finger, blood flowing from it, then let his arm hang down, allowing the blood to drip freely.

Upon seeing this, Jin Dafu immediately stepped forward: "Elder Huang, are you going to make a move here?"

"No, it's just a test. You don't need to intervene," Huang Chengshi said calmly.

On the horizon, the sand suddenly began to tremble.

At first, there were only slight tremors, as if something underground was turning over.

Then, the ground began to collapse, the permafrost melted, and the soil cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing a dark outline below—not rocks, not ruins, but a still-active skeleton.

A skull-shaped wreck is trying to crawl out of the ground!

From that drop of blood, immense energy surged forth, continuously flowing into the clearly terrifying skeleton in the distance!

The staggering skeleton, with its arms outstretched in malice, though half its body was still buried in the ground, was already attacking those who were besieging it, its body writhing in agony.

Then it rose.

Stones turned to sand, soil became swamps, and as the skeleton finally pulled its shinbone out of the earth, the fine white ice on the surrounding desert was crushed.

Each section is as big as a house, covered with mottled marks, like a moving tomb.

Layer upon layer of bone fragments were exposed, spewing out bloody resentment. The black vortex in the eye socket slowly rotated, and bone spurs, like withered branches, pierced the sky, spewing out turbid waste gas and distorting the surrounding air into a swaying phantom.

The colossal skeleton began to move, not with a roar, but with a deep, almost oppressive pulsation, like the heartbeat of some giant beast. The sand boiled under its footsteps, and the ground it churned left two deep trenches, like wounds on the earth.

And soon, his chest suddenly opened, and many smaller fleshy monsters swarmed out like bees, drawing crisscrossing paths on the sand. They moved around the skeleton, like its claws and teeth, or like its sentinels.

And it continues its advance, crushing through the sea of ​​sand, crushing everything that tries to stop it.

Those fleshy monsters, though said to be relatively small, were actually several meters tall, like giants. They had no skin and seemed to have no bones; they were just lumps of flesh moving, yet they were extremely fast, rolling towards Yongning's fortress at an incredible speed.

Qin Long did not move.

His sword was not suitable for fighting these rabble; others would take care of them.

On the other side, in the border fortress under construction, a giant bronze tower rose up. The runes on the tower flashed, and in an instant, all the flesh monsters withered and turned into dried meat shreds, just like cured meat that had been smoked for many years.

Upon seeing this, Jin Dafu's expression changed. He first trembled as he extended a finger, then uttered a sound: "He—you… Hmph!"

After letting out a cold snort, he stopped and simply watched quietly.

The matter is already quite clear.

That giant tower belonged to the Jin family. They even used a bixi (a mythical tortoise-like creature) to carry it. Essentially, it was a formation base. A large formation built using it as a base could block the Ninth Realm. Combined with the generals guarding the border and other military equipment, it could prevent the Tenth Realm from passing through in a short time.

As for those above the tenth realm, they cannot be stopped by a single fortress. When such people make a move, the Divine Dynasty will have corresponding countermeasures. The border only needs to guard against the following.

After calming down, Jin Dafu continued, "By the way, the second barrier he opened was the Essence Barrier. This person's physical body is extremely terrifying, with the double blessing of divine will and the Essence Barrier. However... precisely because of this, his martial arts internal energy is very weak, and he has almost no ranged abilities. Just be careful not to get hit by anything he throws."

"I want to see how he smashes it." Huang Chengshi waved his hand, and the skeleton began to walk.

The earth trembled, shadows spread, and a cold wind howled, as if the enormous body was about to crush this pass.

The array base wasn't even fully installed yet, and its power alone couldn't stop Huang Chengshi's skeletons.

After confirming that there were no minions, Qin Long looked at the skeleton, picked up the gourd, and took a sip.

Good wine, tastes really good, strong, and also has a hellish sharpness, like a knife scraping from the tongue all the way down to the stomach, burning hot.

The wine brewed from the seeds of this blade-shaped plain is truly excellent, but there's just too little of it.

But there is nothing we can do.

Even for a large tribe like the Qilin tribe, grass seeds are very limited. There aren't enough to feed their own people, so the grass seeds for brewing wine are extremely scarce. If they brew more wine, they have to eat less, and someone will go hungry.

In a sense, the living conditions of the nomadic peoples beyond the Great Wall and the people of Liaobei were actually quite similar.

They are all people who have to fight against heaven and earth, and who are all people who are desperately trying to survive.

They believe in God because ultimately, they depend on God for their livelihood.

They hated the heavens even more, because this damned heavens had never given them a kind look, and now, the heavens were dead. Only the officials of the divine dynasty could be worthy of this 'heaven' and control the winds and clouds, but unfortunately... the officials' faces were even uglier than the heavens.

They revere the land; the land is their lifeblood.

They cursed the ground, saying that the frozen soil was as hard as an iron plate, and that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't dig out much food to survive.

Moreover, the nomadic people beyond the Great Wall suffer even more than those in Liaobei; they lack even basic food supplies and can only survive on the seeds of grasses from the Sharp Blade Plain. Qin Long sighed.

Yang Ling told him that the barbarians beyond the Great Wall and the suffering people of the Divine Dynasty were actually together, because they lived the same kind of miserable life.

The officials of the Divine Dynasty are the real enemies.

The differences between the Temple of Heaven and the distance between them cannot encompass the word "companion." True companions must be people who grow up in the same world.

The lords live in another world, while the common people and the barbarians live in the same world. So... don't think of the barbarians as enemies. The enemies... are in the capital, in Liangzhou, and in all the cities.

Qin Long found these words very reasonable, so he followed Yang Ling and has been working for him ever since.

Now, it's time to put my skills to use.

Facing the enormous skeleton, the tiny warrior rose, leaped lightly, and nimbly landed outside the border.

The battlefield must be outside the border.

Then, he gripped the short sword tightly.

It grips very tightly, but pulls out very gently.

The blade and the hilt scraped against the leather scabbard, producing a dull 'thud' sound—a short, dry friction, so light that it was almost inaudible if one wasn't paying attention.

Martial Arts Divine Intent - 'Deep Abyss'.

His aura changed abruptly, but that was all; there were no other special 'signs'.

Unlike the divine wills I've encountered before, which often manifest various strange phenomena, this one, a divine will of profound insight, even produced the 'sun and moon,' which were very conspicuous.

Qin Long's divine will is not outwardly manifest, does not disturb heaven and earth, and does not intimidate the enemy. It is not an abyss that stretches outward, but rather like a small grass by the roadside, inconspicuous.

Huang Chengshi and Jin Dafu stared at each other cautiously, trying to decipher the meaning of the divine message.

The same was true for Gao Jian, who was far away. In his scabbard, the sharpness of his rusty sword had quietly disappeared by an inch, and now it was... thirteen inches.

Divine will is the condensation of a person's entire life. By observing divine will, one can see what kind of person a person is and know how their divine will is condensed.

Gao Jian has already seen Yang Ling's divine will.

He hadn't seen Qin Long's divine will before, but now he could.

What exactly is the effect of this divine will?

And so, Takami saw... the earth.

A vast, flat land.

The wind and snow here drift freely, going wherever they please, all because the terrain is too flat and expansive. When the wind blows, there are few undulations that can stop the snow, so the wind, snow, and rain can fly as they please.

There was nowhere to shelter from the wind, and every step was extremely difficult.

In such an environment... how can people survive?

I feel like I can't survive.

On such a land, there is almost nothing to rely on for survival.

Yes! On such terrain, everything is so flat, with no tall plants, no beautiful mountain valleys, the land stretches endlessly, everything is exposed and unobstructed.

As the saying goes, "Those who live near mountains live off the mountains, and those who live near water live off the water." But there are neither mountains nor water here. How can one survive in a place like this?
Just as Gao Jian was wondering about this, he saw a hole appear in the ground.

A person crawled out of that hole.

Then Gao Jian suddenly realized the truth.

People live off the land they live by; they live off the water they live by. In this vast, barren land, people can only rely on the land to survive.

What could they rely on for shelter? Of course, they could only go deep into the earth. At this moment, the earth itself became a safe haven. People dug holes in the ground and lived in those holes.

Gao Jian could see in his divine will that in the cave, Qin Long was curled up in the warm underground, not wanting to move at all.

His head was bowed low, and he dared not move. He huddled in the winter cave, hiding himself in the warm crevice, looking embarrassed and shabby.

But in fact, from the divine will, Gao Jian could sense that Qin Long was relaxed, warm, and peaceful at this moment.

Because the earth is indeed very warm, hiding inside can keep out all the cold and danger. Therefore, such a burrow is not only a dwelling for people, but also a habitat for small insects.

The insects also wanted to survive on this barren land, so they could only move on the ground. In the cold winter, many cockroaches, flies, dung beetles and spiders still surrounded the burrows and moved around frequently in the burrows. The hidden corners were the domain of crawling insects and small flying insects.

But Qin Long had gotten used to it. He didn't dislike these insects; on the contrary, he felt somewhat fortunate and proud.

Look, this warm cave he dug has sheltered so many lives that survived the cold winter.

Qin Long lives in a cave, and life there is wonderful, except for one problem.

That is... what to eat and drink?
Of course there are solutions.

Wild mice and rabbits also dig burrows, and wolves chase them. Occasionally, you might even see some monsters, all of which are edible.

As for drinking water, that depends on God; it will snow.

Qin Long really likes cloudy days because they are mostly warm. Although it's strange, it's true. There are no sunny days in this place. The wind blows all day long, a cold wind that blows constantly for most of the year, so cloudy days are especially warm.

Moreover, overcast skies could be a sign of impending snowfall. If it snows, Qin Long won't have to go through the hardship of carrying snow from afar.

This place is obviously located in a desert area, and the only source of water comes from snow.

Snow water is wonderful; it's distilled water that falls from the sky, and you can drink it directly without worrying about a little sand in it.

Of course, you can also dig a well, but that's only a last resort. Well water is very salty and alkaline, and the water you dig from the ground is extremely salty and bitter. If you use it to make soup, you don't need to add any salt at all, and the clothes you wash will have thick white alkaline rings and salt grains on them.

Qin Long lived happily in such a place.

Without parents, and with his parents starving to death, he, a young and strong man, was able to survive because he was able to feed himself and not be hungry.

Until one day, a wounded swordsman ended up here.

(End of this chapter)