Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 188 The true meaning of martial arts

Standing still, the instant Hu Long's thoughts landed.

The characters representing the Nine Dragons Offering Heavenly Book began to appear in the skills section of the Tai Su Noodles.

At the same time.

Also appearing were contents about the Nine Dragons Offering Heaven Book and the power associated with it.

Although the Yuan Dan Realm and the Blood Exchange Realm are different.

However, Hu Long has already gone through the basic upgrade process many times.

I didn't feel any sense of unfamiliarity.

But this time is clearly different.

It lasted for only a few seconds, then suddenly seemed to freeze.

The words "Nine Dragons Offering Heavenly Book" that appeared on the panel also flickered, as if the signal was somewhat unstable.

Just then, a line of silver text appeared before their eyes.

"Advancing to the Yuan Dan realm requires comprehending the true meaning of martial arts. The host has not yet comprehended it. Would you like to consume Source Points to assist in the comprehension?"

Upon seeing this, Hu Long was taken aback.

I never imagined that the vegetarian noodle board had this ability.

Although it doesn't say what the consequences are for not comprehending the true meaning of martial arts, it's obvious even to a fool that one cannot break through.

Since that's the case, what's there to hesitate about?

Anything that can be solved with source values ​​is not a problem.

I glanced at the panel.

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[Source Value: 4610.36 strands]

Traffic volume hasn't changed much compared to before.

As for the source value increasing by several hundred strands compared to before, that's because it absorbed several strange spirits collected by the Ji family.

Some evil spirits have no physical form at all; once they die, they simply die.

Only a few strange and unusual creatures, such as the snake bones in Xiaoyan Tiankeng, will have skeletal remains.

Therefore, Hu Long's current order is to capture as many living evil spirits as possible.

However, it's not so easy to catch evil spirits; there aren't many effective methods of imprisoning them.

Therefore, collecting them is not easy.

Hu Long didn't care about this.

That's enough for him for now.

"Tai Su, use your Source Points to help me comprehend the true meaning of martial arts!"

Hu Long said calmly.

hum!

In an instant.

The surrounding scenery changed.

Images emerged from the depths of his consciousness.

These images are all from Hu Long's past memories.

It includes his memories of his previous life on Earth.

From childhood to adulthood, scene after scene.

It was as if he was reliving that moment all over again.

However, these memories are different from the original ones.

Even some of the historical contexts are different.

Each branch, resembling a separate tree branch, gives rise to many more.

Each branch has a mirror, and the scene reflected in the mirror changes.

But one thing is the same: he is the main character in all of them.

Among them is a scene where a person becomes a vegetable, does not time travel, lives for decades, and then dies in a hospital bed.

There are also scenes where he survived without suffering an accident, living as a normal person.

It's like dividing his life into multiple different timelines.

The differences brought about by these diverse perspectives are extremely unpredictable.

but.

Hu Long quickly understood why the vegetarian noodle board was made this way.

What's most important for understanding the true meaning of martial arts? To put it simply, it's an understanding of life and finding one's own purpose in existence.

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Aside from one's own understanding and the serendipity of events.

Only through enough experience can one gain this insight and understanding.

This is why Hu Long was unable to grasp the meaning.

Under normal circumstances, even the most talented martial artists who are capable of advancing to the Yuan Dan realm have lived for at least a hundred years.

Hu Long, however, is different.

Even if we include the physical age of this life, it has already been fifty years.

However, for a martial artist, he is still too young.

It is normal not to be able to comprehend the true meaning of martial arts.

Now, consuming source value, under the immense power of the Tai Su Noodles, he began to rapidly experience these things.

In a short time.

Countless lives unfold like a revolving lantern in the depths of consciousness.

He lay in bed for forty years.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of the ventilator beside me, one second after another passed.

Loved ones go from initial grief to acceptance, and from acceptance to forgetting.

The nurses come regularly to turn him over, their movements as practiced as if they were handling a piece of furniture.

When the last phlegm stuck in his throat, making a gurgling sound, the world went completely silent.

He was an ordinary office worker who lived an ordinary life.

Going to work, getting off work, getting married, having children, paying off a mortgage, retiring, and taking care of grandchildren.

He lived a peaceful and safe life, surrounded by his children and grandchildren. On his 80th birthday, candles were lit on the cake, and the children sang the birthday song off-key while his wife stood by, laughing and wiping away tears.

He felt happy.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought: This life has been pretty good.

And then nothing happened.

He was an alcoholic whose family was ruined.

The afternoon his daughter went missing, he won two hundred yuan at the card table.

The day his wife jumped into the river, he was bragging to people about how glorious he used to be.

Later, he would sit by the bridge every day drinking, and tell everyone he met, "My daughter is as tall as you, and has very big eyes."

But nobody believed him.

He is a top billionaire with assets worth hundreds of millions.

He was 43 years old when he suffered a heart attack and collapsed on his desk.

My last thought was: the contract for next quarter hasn't been signed yet.

His children cried for five minutes at the funeral before they began fighting over the inheritance.

He was a child who died young.

At the age of three, he developed a fever, which turned into pneumonia, and he died in his mother's arms.

His mother held him and sat up all night. When dawn broke, the nurse found that her arm was stiff and could not be pried open.

He was an old man with a harmonious family.

He died peacefully at the age of ninety-seven.

The grandchildren all came back, and wreaths were placed in front of the coffin.

Some people say, "The old man is lucky."

The person next to him nodded: "Yes, they didn't suffer."

He was a farmer who had been swindled out of all his savings.

At sixty years old, standing on the top floor of a construction site, the wind was very strong.

He thought: In my whole life, I've farmed, worked odd jobs, saved money, and sent my son to school.

My son graduated and swindled all my money.

He jumped.

Gravity never fails, so he was free.

He was a general who had achieved great success.

Slaying generals, climbing towers, seizing flags, achieving great success and fame.

Countless people died at his hands, sacrificing everything to protect their homes and country, and he had no children.

As he aged, he eventually became unable to even lift a knife.

In addition, his old injuries recurred, and he soon contracted a serious illness.

In the end, he could only be humiliated by his servants and died on his sickbed.

321 different kinds of life.

Three hundred and twenty-one different kinds of death.

Hu Long experienced it all in a few breaths.

The feeling is like breaking your soul into countless fragments, stuffing each fragment into a completely different life, and then living and dying at the same time.

Some died peacefully in their sleep, while others met with unexpected misfortune.

Some died with the weight of Mount Tai, and are remembered by the world.

Some deaths are as light as a feather, unknown even to an ant.

But some things are the same.

That is, all the obsessions, all the resentment, all the love and hate, all ultimately point to the same destination.

Death and nothingness.

Everything is gone.

Once someone is dead, they are dead.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; once the lamp is out, the darkness remains the same.

No matter what your status was in life, it's all the same after you die.

In Hu Long's eyes, the vicissitudes of life surged like a tide.

His eyes sometimes looked confused, sometimes clear-headed.

Although these experiences were fictional, they were, in some ways, no different from real ones for Hu Long.

After all, experiences will eventually become just memories.

When memories are the same, the line between truth and falsehood becomes blurred.

Tai Su allowed him to experience 321 different lives, which is already enough.

No matter how many lives one has, they are all nothing more than the same joys and sorrows, the only difference being a different name or a different setting, the essence remains the same.

And through all these experiences in his life, he came to understand one thing.

All meaning is given by people.

Human beings themselves are the greatest illusion; once a person disappears, nothing else will exist.

Hu Long suddenly remembered something.

In his previous life on Earth, he watched a documentary.

The film crew filmed a wildebeest on the African savanna and followed it for half a month. In the end, it was bitten on the hind leg by a crocodile and struggled desperately.

The film crew didn't save it, because that's the law of nature.

The wildebeest was eventually dragged into the water, where a few bubbles rose to the surface before the water calmed down.

One commenter wrote, "This is too cruel."

But the grasslands don't care.

The sun rose as usual.

Did that wildebeest ever exist?

Of course it existed.

But is it meaningful?

As for the wildebeest itself, of course it does.

For the grasslands, there is none.

Everything has meaning, and nothing has meaning.

It depends on which ruler is used to measure.

If we measure everything with the yardstick of "eternity," it all becomes meaningless.

If we use "I" as the yardstick to measure, all meaning originates from "I".

Hu Long closed his eyes.

These lives simultaneously died out deep within his consciousness, like lights being turned off one by one.

Then, there was only pure darkness.

In the darkness, only consciousness remains.

Consciousness is the outward manifestation of the self.

Because I exist, darkness has boundaries.

Because I exist, nothingness has a point of reference.

Because I exist, all meaning has a foundation to rely on.

Everything begins with me.

The ultimate goal of all value is me.

People, events, things—everything you thought was real will disappear.

But I alone am eternal.

Hu Long opened his eyes again.

Her previously somewhat bewildered eyes had become completely clear, as clear as a mirror without any impurities.

But the mirror didn't reflect anything.

He was alone.

"I see."

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it resonated deep within his consciousness.

That kind of resonance is not sound, not energy, but something more essential.

It is a confirmation of one's own self.

Everything in the world will disappear; everything that is thought to be real will disappear.

"But I alone am the only one who truly exists."

A buzz!

All the images deep within my consciousness shattered simultaneously.

All 321 obsessions shattered into dust and vanished.

At the same time, at this moment, lines of text appeared on the Taisu noodle board.

[The True Meaning of Martial Arts: Only I Am (Completed)]

(Note: There is no end to nothingness, only I exist, and all things in the world reside where I am.)

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[Source Value: 1610.36 strands]

Just as Hu Long comprehended the true meaning of his own martial arts.

The changes within the body, which had abruptly stopped, began to surge again.

Within the Crimson Palace, above the Sea of ​​Blood.

A semi-transparent, blurry figure quietly emerged.

The instant it appeared.

It was as if an invisible vortex had suddenly exploded out of nowhere.

The sea of ​​blood boiled, the raging tide surged, and countless streams of blood energy converged madly toward that figure.

Qi and blood are inherently ethereal, but as a massive, almost inexhaustible amount of qi and blood is forcibly condensed and compressed...

Tempering —

Before long, a flawless, round blood pill was being forcibly formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The first of the five realms of Yuan Dan is the Void Intent.

As the name suggests, it is based on the true meaning of martial arts, forming the Blood Pill.

Hu Long easily crossed this threshold.

However this is not over.

The Nine Dragons Offering Heaven Book he downloaded came from Ji Wudi. It was the eighth level of the Yuan Dan chapter, which, when converted, corresponds to the mid-stage of the third realm, the Crescent Moon Realm.

According to Taisu Noodles' rules, once downloaded, all abilities can be inherited.

At this moment, although the crimson Yuan Dan had been condensed, at first glance, it was still just a lifeless crimson pill.

However, in the blink of an eye, from its corners, complex and strange runes quietly emerged, gleaming with a cold and eerie blood-red light.

If the Blood Pill itself is nothing more than an inanimate object, then the area covered by those runes seems to have suddenly come alive, exuding a chilling and eerie vitality.

The illusory realm is the condensation of the blood elixir.

The three stages of Crescent Moon Realm, Waning Moon Realm, and Full Moon Realm can all be seen as the process of gradually "coming back to life" of the originally lifeless Blood Pill.

When the Crescent Moon Realm was reached, runes covered the edges of the Blood Pill.

When the Crescent Moon Realm is reached, the area of ​​the runes reaches one-third of the Blood Pill.

Upon reaching the Full Moon Realm, runes cover the entire Blood Pill, thus bringing it back to life from the dead.

Only when this step is reached will the Blood Pill truly transform into the Primordial Pill.

These runes appeared.

Countless streams of qi and blood energy converged wildly like a raging tide.

Any martial artist who has reached the pinnacle of blood transfusion would never dare to break through continuously, even if they had the ability.

That would completely deplete one's vital energy and blood, leading to a deficiency in one's foundation and endless future problems.

But Hu Long is different.

He had previously devoured a massive amount of precious medicinal herbs, the medicinal power contained within of which was being continuously transformed into a surging surge of vital energy, which was frantically pouring into the Crimson Palace.

However, even so, after successfully breaking through to the Crescent Moon Realm, he gradually found himself unable to withstand the onslaught.

Upon realizing this, Hu Long suddenly opened and closed his mouth and nose, directly using his energy of food.

In an instant, the spiritual mist that had surrounded him flowed into his body like a whale sucking in water, and was immediately transformed into surging blood and qi.

The Spirit Locking Array draws upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within Penglai, transforming it into nourishing Qi to replenish blood and Qi, which then surges into the Blood Core.

One link leads to another, and the cycle continues endlessly.

This commotion was naturally quite significant.

Looking around, a huge vortex of spiritual energy appeared out of thin air above the entire Penglai Realm.

The boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged forth like a torrential downpour from all directions, transforming into a dense, almost tangible spiritual mist that poured down and flooded the solitary peak on one side of the imperial city.

"Oh my god, what is that?!"

"Could it be that the clan leader has made another breakthrough in strength?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but to cause such a commotion, it's definitely because one of the elders of my Ji family has broken through to a higher level!"

Such a strange sight naturally attracted the attention of the Ji family in this area.

Although there are quite a few members of the Ji family in Penglai.

However, those who reached the Blood Exchange Realm all had a mental imprint planted by Hu Long.

However, there are still some geniuses in the Strengthening Body and Bone Tempering Realms who cultivate there.

Naturally, I witnessed this scene as well.

Although there was much discussion, no one dared to go and check.

At the entrance to Penglai Realm, a flash of light appeared.

Two figures appeared.

It was a young girl and a lewd-looking old man.

"You old codger, the blessed land you described is actually real."

The girl looked like she had never seen the world before, her eyes darting around with curiosity.

"Of course, would I lie to you?"

The old man snorted coldly, his expression slightly smug.

suddenly.

Above the sky, vortexes surged, spiritual energy vibrated violently like boiling water, and the entire Penglai Realm emitted a muffled hum.

The hunched old man squinted his triangular eyes, staring intently at the vortex, his face wrinkled as if it were twisted into a knot.

"Could it be that someone activated a spirit-locking array at that location?"

As they were talking.

His gaze suddenly fell on a guard to one side.

He was being stared at like that by the old man.

The Ji family guard, whose strength was only at the Strong Body Realm, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Reporting to the clan elder, that is indeed the location of the Spirit Locking Array! As for who exactly it is, I do not know."

Upon hearing this...

The old man's face suddenly darkened.

"Each activation of the Spirit Locking Array consumes an enormous amount of energy. This is practically extracting the very essence of the Penglai Realm! Ji Wudi, what are you doing?!"

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