Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

Chuzhou City, a cave on the outskirts.

Luo Chen observed with his spiritual sense that a golden core was slowly condensing in his dantian, shining with a dazzling golden light through his abdomen.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on breaking through to the fifth-grade Golden Core stage!]

[Number of copies + 1]

[The golden core condenses, spiritual energy undergoes a qualitative transformation into spiritual essence, the power of spells is multiplied and enhanced, and lifespan is extended by a hundred years!]

He exhaled a breath of stale air, slowly opened his eyes, and slightly clenched his fist.

After absorbing the essence and blood of the King of Zhenbei.

Luo Chen felt that the blood and qi in his body had grown stronger by another level, and the power of the blood and qi in his fist had broken through to 200,000 jin.

This doesn't even take into account the use of Qi.

"Young benefactor, this cannot go on forever."

Shen Shu: "With your current strength, no one below the second rank can rival you."

"Even the blood and qi of a mid-stage second-rank martial artist are not as vast as yours, yet you remain a martial artist without artistic conception."

"In my opinion, you don't need to pursue the ultimate state of mind now. Each state of mind has a unique effect and there is not much difference between them."

"A fourth-rank martial artist's initial understanding of the conception is full of flaws. After reaching the second rank and merging with the Dao, the rules of heaven and earth will continuously compensate for the flaws in the conception until the second rank reaches its peak."

"Back then, when you fought the Prince of Zhenbei, you thought the Prince of Zhenbei's domineering aura was flawed, that's because he wasn't a second-grade Great Perfection cultivator..."

Shenshu clasped his hands together, a faint Buddhist light emanating from his body, and his expression seemed somewhat envious:

"Humans are indeed blessed with good fortune, and can freely choose their martial arts intent, unlike other races whose intent is limited from birth, becoming a racial talent."

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen pondered for a moment and then said:

"Master Shenshu, so your artistic conception is one of arrogance, isn't it?"

"No wonder, when I borrowed your power, not only was my power enhanced violently, but I also viewed all living beings in the world as indifferent as ants."

Luo Chen recalled the fist-feeding by the Prince of Zhenbei, the Emperor's Sword of the Great Feng Emperor, and the divine sentiments.

He pondered again,

This time, it was as if I had suddenly realized something, and the sound of the Great Dao seemed to linger in my ears.

He muttered to himself, his eyes gradually brightening with a sharp light:

"Master Shenshu, is it possible that the diverse artistic conceptions of the human race, and the martial arts will of other races, actually lead to the same goal through different paths?"

"Will they all eventually evolve into the ultimate stage of martial will?"

Luo Chen's understanding of martial arts theory came half from the Imperial Observatory's library and half from the descriptions in the original texts.

However, when it comes to understanding the essence of martial arts, these theoretical knowledge seem rather one-sided.

Reading a book a thousand times and pondering its meaning is not as effective as receiving one or two pointers from a wise person.

Although Shen Shu was down on his luck, he was still a top-tier expert who was half a step into the Martial God realm, and most importantly, he was alive.

Even Luo Chen's transformation of qi and blood, and his leapfrog transformation, were all due to the guidance and assistance of the divine beings.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shu's eyes filled with interest, and he seemed to be deep in thought, recalling Luo Chen's words.

"The ultimate stage of martial will?"

He is a half-step Martial God, only half a step away from breaking through to the Martial God realm.

But this mere half-step distance is like a heavenly palace, utterly unreachable!

In this world, no martial god has ever been born, and no one knows how a martial god breaks through to the next level.

The first-rank martial artist is a transitional stage to the god of war.

Simply by unifying one's essence, energy, and spirit, and imprinting array patterns on all the cells of one's body, one can acquire the property of immortality.

After reaching the Great Perfection of the First Grade, one can separate their body and exist independently, forming a disordered domain space.

Countless heroes throughout history have stopped here.

Shen Shu was completely baffled, and finally, the idea of ​​asking Luo Chen a question arose inexplicably in his mind.

This upstart has brought him so much inspiration as he has grown up.

He could almost see his opponent grow from a lowly sixth-rank ant into a powerful figure with few rivals in the human world.

At the same time, the other party is incredibly young, which means there are unlimited possibilities for the future.

The other party might actually be able to break through the limitations of grade and become a super grade existence.

"Young benefactor, could it be that you have grasped the ultimate meaning of this realm?"