Chinese Superman

Chapter 191 Transformation into God! Hedao! Go to the sky!

Outside the Kunlun Mountains, atop the Great Wall.

The boy looked away.

The mountain wind howled, whipping up his clothes. Beneath his feet stretched the back of a giant dragon, winding for tens of thousands of miles, its battlements weathered and every brick and stone imbued with the marks of a thousand years of wind and frost.

He chuckled softly.

For Xia Xinghan, possessing super vision and X-ray vision, there is no place in the world he cannot observe.

Watching the mother and daughter sitting around the table, happily eating, the boy thought it was a good thing.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious cry of a crane came from the horizon.

The sound was extremely distant, at the edge of the sky, yet also extremely close, as if it were ringing in one's ear. It was clear, resonant, and carried the slight tremor of a sword slicing through the air.

A white crane broke through the clouds and arrived.

She was pure white, with a faint sword light flowing along the edges of her wings. Each feather was like a sword blank that had been forged and tempered, concealing its sharpness while also possessing the warmth of jade.

The white crane flies slowly, yet arrives in an instant; a paradoxical sense of speed and slowness is like the ultimate realm of swordsmanship, seemingly ordinary, yet unstoppable by anything.

It was Bai Xianshuang.

She landed on the beacon tower, folded her wings, raised her head and chest, her sword aura subdued. Then she lowered her slender neck slightly, bowed to Xia Xinghan, and opened her long beak, letting a green peach branch fall onto the stone platform.

A plump peach hangs on the peach branch, its skin a bluish-red hue, with a faint halo of light flowing around it, exuding a spiritual aura.

One of the Ten Great Immortal Treasures: the Longevity Peach.

Originally called the Immortal Peach, but its shape didn't resemble a peach, so the officials discussed and changed the name to the Longevity Peach.

In addition, the ten celestial treasures from before the Great Cataclysm have been re-ranked.

Some rare treasures have been pushed out, while new ones have been added. But without a doubt, with the greatly increased medicinal power, a peach that can extend lifespan by a thousand years can still easily rank among the "Top Ten".

"Master."

Bai Xianshuang spoke, her voice clear and cool yet with a hint of obedience, creating a strange contrast with the sword intent surrounding her.

"I took a detour to my senior sister's Zhongnan Mountain and saw that the Longevity Peach Tree had borne fruit again. Remembering that my master loved to eat peaches, I picked one."

Xia Xinghan looked at the peach, then at Bai Xianshuang, and said with a smile, "No need to pretend, I know why you've come."

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He paused.

"Qingluan is very protective of the Longevity Peach; you must have stolen it, right?"

Bai Xianshuang's crane-like eyes flickered for a moment before she answered truthfully, "Senior Sister Qingluan's skills are mediocre, and her cultivation level is not higher than mine. However, as the mountain lord of Zhongnan Mountain, she has the advantage of location, and there are also many of your disciples in the mountain, so she has the advantage of people. She has both the advantage of location and people."

"You can't beat her?" Xia Xinghan's eyes showed a strange look.

Several of his disciples also have special skills.

Among them, in terms of merit, the crane Bai Xianshuang, who specializes in swordsmanship, is definitely number one.

Bai Xianshuang lowered her slender neck slightly, shook her crane head, and sighed, "It would be too hurtful to fight. How could I possibly hit my senior sister?"

"The eldest brother is like a father, and the eldest sister is like a mother; the crane has great respect for the tortoise."

"But my senior sister—" she said, extremely indignantly, "when she saw that I wanted to steal—bah, to pick the Longevity Peach, she immediately unleashed a flurry of wild punches on me!"

"Luckily I was quick-witted and brought up you, Master, otherwise I would have been beaten black and blue when I came to see you."

"When did Cranebeard become so talkative?"

"Alright, let's begin."

Bai Xianshuang's eyes lit up.

"Great! My master is going to possess me again!"

The joy in his tone was completely different from that of the aloof and ethereal sword immortal.

If a disciple of Mount Shu were here, they would surely be utterly astonished.

Is this still their stern, aloof palace master?

Xia Xinghan ignored her excitement.

He raised his hand and pointed a finger.

A wisp of blue light flew from his fingertip.

It is a butterfly.

The butterfly's wings are as thin as cicada wings, and a deep blue, like a color scooped from the deepest and quietest dream.

It flew leisurely towards Bai Xianshuang, landed on her brow, gently flapped its wings, and then merged with her.

Bai Xianshuang's eyes instantly became vacant.

Half asleep, half awake, in a state between dreaming and not dreaming.

It's like standing on the edge of a dream, just one step away from another world.

Then she moved.

No, to be precise, it wasn't her who was moving, but Xia Xinghan.

The crane's body was now taken over by another will. "Bai Xianshuang" opened its eyes, its gaze clear as water yet deep as an abyss. The white crane spread its wings and took flight.

"brush"

A white crane leaps from the beacon tower, suspended in the sky above the Great Wall.

"Golden Elixir".

With a soft shout, "White Frost" opened its long beak slightly, and a round, golden pill was spat out from its vermilion beak and slowly rose.

Sword Heart Golden Core!

It hangs in mid-air, slowly rotating, and with each rotation, billions of strands of sword energy are released.

Those sword energies were as fine as hairs, yet incomparably sharp. They cut through the air without disturbing it, and passed through light without refracting it. They seemed to exist in another dimension, waiting only for a thought to descend upon this place.

"The Golden Elixir has been refined quite well."

Xia Xinghan, standing atop the beacon tower, offered a faint expression of approval.

He was clearly controlling Bai Xianshuang's body, but his main body also spoke, which was a bit strange. However, this level of multitasking was naturally not a difficult task for a superhuman with a super brain.

"Next—"

"Watch how I imprint the swordsmanship contained within the Golden Core onto the heavens and earth."

"White Frost" suddenly spread its wings.

In that instant, the world changed color.

This is not an exaggeration.

But—it really has changed!

Above the sky, the clouds churned as if stirred by an invisible giant hand. Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the white crane, gilding the edges of her snow-white wings with a faint golden edge.

And those countless strands of sword energy—

Alive.

They were no longer static threads, but rather swimming dragons, flying fish, and soaring birds, emerging from the golden elixir, covering the sky and the earth, obscuring the sun and clouds, yet not appearing crowded, but rather possessing a strange order.

The sword energies were spaced at just the right distance, neither overlapping nor separated, as if meticulously arranged by an unseen hand.

This not only contains extremely high and unparalleled swordsmanship skills, but also extraordinary and enormous computing power.

"White-headed Frost" flaps its wings.

The sword energy moved accordingly.

Wherever she flew, sword energy spread out.

She hovered above the Great Wall, and the sword energy spread outwards in circles from her.

With each expansion, a wisp of sword energy falls into the earth, into the mountains, into the rivers, into every inch of this world.

Swords and tread upon mountains and rivers!

Literally, it means "sword and shoes over mountains and rivers".

The sword energy fell to the ground, but instead of dissipating, it merged into the earth.

It blends into the rocks, the soil, the roots of plants, and the underground rivers.

They are like paintbrushes, using the sky and earth as paper and themselves as ink, depicting something with each stroke.

Gradually, something seemed to begin to appear.

It is a pattern.

A kind of network.

A brand.

Within a radius of one mile, between heaven and earth, a faint, almost imperceptible "trace" appeared.

The mark was invisible and intangible, yet it could be sensed.

It was as if the air suddenly had a "texture," as if the light suddenly had a "weight," as if this place suddenly had its own "breath."

And that aura was exactly the same as "Bai Xianshuang".

It is cool and sharp, yet it carries a touch of warmth and otherworldly elegance.

It is Kendo.

It is her swordsmanship.

It is a swordsmanship that is imprinted on heaven and earth, existing alongside them.

"boom"

A wonderfully subtle sound.

Like the moment a seed sprouts from the soil, like the moment a baby utters its first cry, like the moment spring thunder roars and all things revive.

Within a radius of one mile, the heavens and earth trembled slightly.

Then—it lit up.

Suddenly, light appeared in this space.

That light did not come from the sky, nor from the sun, but emanated from the heavens and earth themselves, from every inch of soil, every rock, every blade of grass, and every breath of air.

The Dao seal of Heaven and Earth, the transformation into a deity is complete!

"White Frost" hovered in mid-air, slowly folding its wings.

Her eyes were even brighter than before.

It wasn't because of an increase in spiritual power, nor because of a breakthrough in cultivation level.

It's because she "saw" it.

I saw the "sky".

Or rather, they saw the Way of Heaven.

It was something indescribable.

It is not humanoid, not a deity, not anything that can be described.

It is the rule, the order, the "principle" of all things.

It is omnipresent, yet elusive. It nurtures all things, yet remains detached from them.

It's always been there.

It's just that we couldn't see it before.

At this moment, because of the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, I was able to see it.

Bai Xianshuang and Xia Xinghan gazed silently at the indescribable thing.

Good fortune comes to mind.

Six words emerged from the depths of Xia Xinghan's heart.

Ascending to the Twelve-Story Heavenly Tower

This is the minor realm division of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Imprinting one's own Great Dao within a mile radius of heaven and earth is the way to ascend the first level.

Within a radius of ten miles, there is the second building.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the third floor.

Following this logic, the twelfth level of the tower is reached when the area spans billions of miles, which is the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

From this perspective, the difference between a radius of one mile for someone who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage and a radius of hundreds of billions of miles for someone at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage is enormous, almost like heaven and earth. Therefore, the Nascent Soul stage is not considered a minor realm.

A peak Nascent Soul cultivator beating a newly entered Nascent Soul cultivator is probably as easy as a King crushing a Bronze Saint, equivalent to the difference between the Golden Core Realm and the Innate Realm.

What about going up next?

Xia Xinghan's mind stirred slightly.

Even without using a super brain to deduce it, the next realm is already imminent: [Harmony with the Dao].

By uniting with the Way of Heaven, I am the Way, and the Way is me.

But at that very moment, Xia Xinghan frowned slightly.

He rejected it.

There is only one Heavenly Way.

If one attains the Dao, it means that only one person can attain the Dao.

What about those who came later?

Those who come later will have nowhere to go.

You can create a new realm, but only one person can prove and walk through it. Once someone proves it, the path of cultivation is essentially cut off. So what is the point of creating this realm?

This is not what he wanted.

What he wants is for everyone to reach the summit and for everyone to attain enlightenment.

The path of martial arts is endless and without end!

It means that those who come after do not have to tread on the bones of their predecessors, but can go further by following in their footsteps.

It is not in accordance with the Dao.

That—stepping on the sky?

【Stepping into the Heavenly Realm】

It has a higher purpose and a more domineering style!

He broke through the laws of heaven with his own body and rose above all rules.

It's even stronger than the Daoist path!

Xia Xinghan paused for a moment, then gently shook his head, rejecting the idea once again.

Since the resurgence of spiritual energy, Earth has been fighting against ten times the number of apocalyptic invasions from all directions.

This land, this world, this mother planet that has nurtured trillions of lives, has never complained, never retreated, and never abandoned a single child.

Stepping on the heavens?

Ascending to the heavens by following the path of heaven?

That's ingratitude!

This goes against his original intention in creating martial arts.

Xia Xinghan gazed into the void.

That indescribable substance existed quietly, moved quietly, and nurtured all things.

After a moment of contemplation, he smiled; he already had the answer to the next level!

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