Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 462 The Three Fools Who Destroy the House, The Road to Refining Godhood

Li Xijun stood high above the heavens, his divine senses rippling like invisible waves, instantly sweeping across the spiderweb-like cracks that covered the outer edge of the planet.

In the cold, desolate void of the universe, three enormous, twisted entities, exuding an aura that sends shivers down one's spine, floated outside the barrier.

One of them almost overlaps with the orbit that the moon should have been traveling in.

The sleeve seemed to be a fusion of the moon, except that its flesh was covered with countless densely packed, pale eyes of varying sizes, opening and closing uncertainly.

These eyes had no pupils, only sclera that were cloudy and emitted a cold, malevolent light. Each eye seemed to exist independently, turning and peering at the world below.

He was surrounded by a viscous, polluting radiance that twisted the mind and deformed the body. Wherever this radiance touched, whether it was void dust or the occasional drifting fragment of the astral plane, strange mutations and distortions would occur, eventually turning into the most basic dark matter in the universe.

Beside that moon-like entity was a door.

A blasphemous gate, so enormous it defied imagination, seemingly constructed from countless twisted bones, solidified brain matter, and flickering fragments of nightmares.

The door is not a physical object, but rather a forced projection of pure spirit and madness onto the dimension of reality.

Countless faces, both screaming in agony and yet radiating a strange joy, grew on the door frame, constantly shifting and emitting silent shrieks.

Inside the door was a constantly rotating vortex composed of billions of chaotic colors and indescribable geometric shapes, emanating a crazy mental fluctuation that could shatter the soul of any living being.

Merely "seeing" the outline of this door, rather than directly looking at the scene inside, is enough to distort the soul of an ordinary cultivator. Even a Manifestation Saint True Lord would be disturbed and would involuntarily have the crazy thought that "all consciousness should return to nothingness and chaos".

Finally, there is a nearly spherical behemoth forcibly aggregated from endlessly proliferating flesh, internal organs, reproductive organs, and twisted tentacles.

The sleeves had no fixed shape; their surface was constantly churning, bulging, and contracting. Countless pustules ruptured and regenerated, spraying out foul-smelling slime and tiny, fanged, embryonic monsters. The tentacles, as thick as mountains, were covered with suckers and mouthparts. The suckers contained layers of sharp teeth, and the mouthparts flowed with corrosive digestive fluids.

It exudes the most primal and violent aura of law, as if it were the embodiment of all the negative desires of life, wanting to devour all life and flesh, yet it itself is constantly collapsing and dissipating after the reproduction of flesh and blood.

Just as Li Xijun's Yang God perception swept over these three ancient pillars, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the [Origin Essence - Cosmic Darkness] trembled slightly, emanating a clear sense of "desire" and "resonance".

He could sense that the cores of these three ancient, distorted forms and terrifying powers contained fragments of extremely high-quality source material!

Furthermore, these source materials were indeed extremely well-suited to the [Source Material: Primordial Darkness of the Universe] that he had obtained.

He could even deduce a possibility:

If he chooses to follow the path of "fusion potion" and absorbing source matter in the western part of the Great Sheng world, relying on the [Cosmic Darkness] as the core, and forcibly devouring and fusing the source matter fragments that were polluted in the bodies of these three ancient beings, and using that crude and direct "ritual," he might really have a great chance to break through the shackles of the Martial Saint realm in one fell swoop and forcibly step into the realm of True Immortal!

However, this thought only flashed through Li Xijun's mind before she completely dismissed it.

"And the price?" he thought to himself with a cold laugh.

Is it so easy to become a true immortal?

Especially this kind of method that relies on plundering and assimilating polluted sources, almost like a "sacrifice".

Based on his understanding of the layout of "He" in the Dasheng World, this act of forcibly aggregating all source matter is itself the most perfect revival ritual and vehicle prepared for "He"!

At that time, "He" who is sleeping deep in the origin of the world will surely awaken suddenly along the trajectory of the fusion of source matter and the vast energy, and occupy this perfect body that combines all source matter, completing the final step of its "rebirth by borrowing a body".

"Although I have the Great Luo Mark protecting my foundation and am not afraid of being possessed, this method of breakthrough is fraught with hidden dangers and is too deeply entangled with the cause and effect of this world, which is not what I seek." Li Xijun's Dao heart was as firm as iron.

He has more faith in the system of the main world that has been verified by countless civilizations and resonates with the laws of the universe, and he also prefers the "Great Luo Primordial" Dharma Body Path that he created.

That is the proper and glorious path to the "other shore".

Just as Li Xijun was analyzing the situation, perhaps sensing his undisguised Yang God's probing, or perhaps due to the irresistible attraction and stimulation of the [Origin Matter - Cosmic Darkness] returning to this world, the three ancient pillars that had seemed to be in a "standby" or "searching" state, quietly hovering outside the barrier and occasionally unconsciously bumping into the cracks, suddenly went berserk at the same time!

"roar-!!!"

The fleshy sphere emitted a silent yet greedy roar that resonated directly at the soul level. Countless tentacles danced wildly, lashing fiercely at the already cracked world barrier. Each lash exacerbated and spread the cracks, splashing up turbid energy ripples.

"Buzz—!!!"

The "door" trembled violently; the nerve bundles and eyeballs on the doorframe writhe wildly. The darkness within accelerated its rotation, and an even more violent, chaotic, and blasphemous mental pollution, like a flood bursting its banks, no longer spread aimlessly but consciously...

They focused their attacks on the weak points of the barrier, attempting to dismantle this last defense at the level of rules.

"Gurgle—rustle—"

The multi-eyed entity under the moon's shadow opened all its eyes simultaneously, staring intently at the direction where Li Xijun was inside the barrier. The cold, corrupt, and seductive gaze seemed to transform into tangible rays of filth, continuously corroding the barrier and triggering the moon's own weak tidal forces, creating an ever-increasing resonant impact!

"As expected," Li Xijun said knowingly.

"Previously, they brought the barrier to the brink of collapse but paused, not because they were powerless to break it completely, but because they were desperately searching for the lost 'Cosmic Darkness.' Now that the 'key' has returned, they can complete the final step, break through the shell, and come in for their meal."

He briefly assessed the resilience of the crumbling world barrier under the frenzied onslaught of the three ancient pillars.

"At most—eight or nine hours." After making this judgment, Li Xijun remained calm.

He had no problem dealing with these three "source containers" who were essentially "source containers." They possessed the power of early and mid-stage Martial Saints, but their understanding of the true profound Dao was far inferior to that of other martial artists of the same level, let alone compared to his past self.

Li Xijun planned to first find Li Boyan and inform them of the existence of the Yang God Realm, as well as his own insights and process of breaking through. Incidentally, he would use these Old Ones as targets to demonstrate the mysteries of the Yang God Realm.

"Go ahead and fight... I'm going to see some old friends first. I hope you can withstand a few more hits then."

With a thought, Li Xijun's figure quietly faded from the heavens and appeared in the sky above the Eastern Continent in the next instant, looking down at the familiar land below.

Instead of paying attention to the three former residents who were "destroying the house," he turned his gaze to the most magnificent and prosperous city in the center of the continent—Dasheng Capital.

Beijing.

Compared to when Li Xijun left, the heart of this empire has become even more magnificent and prosperous.

The towering city walls, reaching several thousand feet high, stretch into the distance. Inside the city, the markets are well-organized, the streets are wide, and there is a constant flow of traffic and people.

Precious spices, jewelry, leather, special metals, and even some harmless exotic flowers and herbs from the Western Continent are displayed in abundance in the shops of the East-West Market.

The people's clothes were noticeably more presentable, their complexions rosy, and their eyes held less of the past hardship and more of vitality and hope. Restaurants and teahouses were bustling with activity, and caravans of merchants and camels came and went in an endless stream; the air was filled with a vibrant and upward-looking energy.

Li Xijun walked among the bustling crowd, his aura perfectly concealed, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, unnoticed by anyone.

His gaze swept across the street corners and alleyways, seeing children playing, martial artists patrolling, scholars reciting poetry, and craftsmen at work—a scene of prosperity.

The world's atmosphere.

"Those Western nations of the past rose to prominence through the plunder and accumulation of knowledge gained from geographical discoveries. Now, the people of this Great Sheng world are at least reaping the benefits of expansion and integration. This feeling isn't bad."

A faint smile crossed Li Xijun's lips; she was in a rather pleasant mood.

His steps never stopped, seemingly casual, yet in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of a vast and imposing mansion.

The plaque reads "Headquarters of the Grandmaster Association".

With a slight sweep of his senses, Yang Shen discovered that deep within the mansion, seven or eight powerful and intense fluctuations of qi and blood, like small, burning suns, were emanating without any concealment.

The master of each fluctuation possesses a life level and energy intensity that are in no way inferior to that of a Manifestation Saint True Lord who has survived the first tribulation of lightning!

"Human Immortal Martial Artists—and there are currently seven or eight Grandmasters. Former Guild Leader Dugu Bo, Ao Jinshan, and Alliance Leader Yue have also made rapid progress." Li Xijun nodded slightly, satisfied.

He left behind the legacy of the Immortal Martial Arts, and now it seems that the seeds have taken root, sprouted, and grown strong.

During his absence, Dasheng Martial Arts truly experienced a period of rapid growth, becoming a force to be reckoned with, and even showing signs of surpassing, the long-established Refining Spirit Cultivator system.

Without disturbing the martial artists who were cultivating or sparring, Li Xijun flashed again and appeared deep inside the palace, outside the Imperial Study.

Inside the study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

However, Su Youli was not present at the moment. Instead, sitting behind the desk, skillfully reviewing the mountain of memorials, were two senior cabinet ministers, Li Boyan and Wen Zhiyin.

Both men were dressed as scholars and exuded a calm and composed aura.

Among them, Li Boyan's beard and hair were increasingly silvery-white, but he was still vigorous and had a wise and profound gaze. There was a faint layer of warm spiritual light flowing in his eyes, which showed that even though the world was at peace now, he had not given up his cultivation of spiritual refinement and had even made some progress.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open silently, and Li Xijun appeared in the doorway.

The two noticed almost simultaneously and looked up.

Upon recognizing the visitor, Wen Zhiyin paused, his vermilion brush momentarily frozen in surprise, which quickly transformed into genuine respect and a hint of relaxation. He immediately rose and bowed deeply to the ground: "Your subject, Wen Zhiyin, respectfully welcomes Your Majesty's return! May Your Majesty be well!"

Li Boyan's reaction was a beat slower, but the surprise and relief that burst forth in his eyes were even more obvious.

He quickly stood up and was about to bow in greeting: "This old minister, Li Boyan, pays his respects—"

"Lord Boyan, Mr. Wen, there's no need for such formalities." Li Xijun walked in slowly, casually offering a helping hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted the two of them up.

He walked to a chair and sat down, his posture casual, yet he possessed a captivating air of authority.

"I have returned as your student to tell you some good news."

Wen Zhiyin stood up as instructed, stood respectfully to the side with his hands at his sides, and pondered to himself.

Li Boyan also straightened up and carefully examined Li Xijun, his shock growing stronger with each look.

With his current level of spiritual cultivation, he couldn't see through Li Xijun's spiritual fluctuations at all.

This is a world apart from the feeling I had when I left a few years ago, when the place was powerful yet still had a traceable history.

Li Xijun's gaze fell on Li Boyan, a gentle smile on his lips, and he said, "Lord Boyan, when I first entered the Refining Spirit Realm, I was enlightened by your teachings. I once told you and my master that I was willing to pave the way for all martial artists in the world. Later, by chance, I opened up the path of the Human Immortal Martial Path, thus fulfilling my master's wish."

"And during this period of seclusion, I have made some progress in the path of refining the spirit."

He paused, looking at Li Boyan's suddenly bright eyes, and slowly said, "Your path now leads you forward."

Moon Chi-in's heart skipped a beat as an almost absurd yet unsettling guess surfaced in his mind.

He held his breath, not daring to speak, or even to think too deeply, because the possibility was too astonishing. Once confirmed, it would be earth-shattering, triggering a frenzied pursuit and a reshaping of beliefs among all cultivators of the Divine Refinement Realm!

Compared to Moon Chi-yin, Lee Boyan had higher expectations for Lee Hee-jun and knew more about him.

He had long suspected that the ethereal and supreme realm of Refining the Spirit might truly be realized in this person.

However, when that moment might actually come, even with his weathered mind, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, his fingers unconsciously clenching his sleeves.

He suppressed his turbulent emotions, his aged yet still clear eyes looking directly at Li Xijun. His voice, tinged with a barely perceptible dryness and anticipation, slowly asked, "Xijun—are you referring to—the supreme realm in the legends of refining spirits—the Yang God?"

Inside the Imperial Study, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Moon Chi-in held his breath, and even the faint sounds of court music coming from outside the window seemed to fade into the distance.

Meeting Li Boyan's hopeful, inquisitive, and even slightly disbelieving gaze, Li Xijun nodded calmly and said in a composed tone, "That's right."

"The path of refining the spirit is not limited to tribulations. I was fortunate enough to glimpse the way, condense pure yang, and achieve the Yang spirit."

"From this point on, the path forward for our Great Sheng Refining Spirit lineage is clear. The Yang Spirit—is no longer a mere illusion, but something that can be both hoped for and attained—"

—The true realm.

These few words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in the hearts of Li Boyan and Wen Zhiyin!

Yang Shen!

It really did!

A brand new, real, and supreme path was thus opened up by the person right before our eyes!

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