High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

After the barbecue, the charcoal fire gradually dimmed, leaving only a few red stars flickering in the ashes.

Chen Yuan stood up from the bamboo chair and patted the dust off his robe.

A night breeze blew across the lake.

It carries the lingering fragrance of osmanthus and the faint smell of smoke from the extinguished charcoal fire.

The coolness crept in through the collar, so comfortable that it made you want to stretch.

"Tianling".

He turned to look at Chen Tianling, who was tidying up the stone table, his tone casual yet serious.

"I'm going into seclusion for a few more days. Don't bother me unless it's important."

Chen Tianling put down the plate in his hand and nodded in response.

"Yes, boss."

The Holy Dragon Guards responded in unison and got up to clear away the dishes.

The shadowy creature lay at his feet, its vertical pupils half-open and half-closed, still immersed in the languor of being well-fed and watered, too lazy to even move its tail.

Chen Yuan said no more, and with a flash, disappeared from the backyard.

next second.

He was already standing in the cultivation room beneath the manor.

Inside the cultivation room, the moisture from the spiritual spring condensed into a thin layer of white mist, cool and refreshing.

The Venerable-level array patterns on the four walls glowed faintly in the darkness, like a layer of shattered stars embedded in the cracks of the wall.

A very faint, delicate fragrance of soft jade permeated the air, a scent that naturally emanated from the ground after it had been nurtured by spiritual energy over the years.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and waved it, and the golden barrier once again enveloped the entire training room.

Then a thought struck him.

Wanbaohe flew out from the infinite storage space.

It was a long river that flowed with dark light, several feet long and no wider than a palm's width.

Yet this seemingly small river emitted an aura that caused the walls of the entire training room to tremble slightly.

On the river, stars rise and fall, swords flash, bells sway, and chimes echo.

The Four Godslayer Swords, the Dawnbreaker Spear, the Star-Shattering Bow, the Xuanhuang Bell, the Soul-Capturing Bell, the Heaven-Binding Ribbon, the Sky-Stabilizing Pearl, the Ice God Pearl...

The auras of more than twenty supreme-grade treasures intertwined and swirled in the river, converging into a terrifying pressure that was suffocating.

Chen Yuan looked at the Wanbao River, which contained dozens of treasures, with admiration in his eyes and sighed softly.

"I really look forward to the day when its full power is unleashed."

He looked away, another thought forming in his mind.

Three treasures flew out from the infinite storage space and hovered above the Wanbao River.

The Myriad Illusions Mirror is entirely black, its surface as dark as ink. The illusory patterns on the frame slowly writhe under the light, like countless tiny black snakes crawling.

The Heaven-Splitting Wind God Fan is silvery-white, its ribs are carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, and countless wind patterns on its surface swirl like wind dragons.

The Staff of the Myriad Laws, a dark, solidified gold.

The colorless gem at the top of the staff shimmered with ten colors, like a miniature universe slowly rotating.

Chen Yuan glanced at the three equally powerful treasures and nodded inwardly.

"It's alright, it's not particularly troublesome."

He made a mental estimate.

"It will take about a week to successfully integrate it all into Wanbaohe."

"Then let's get to work."

Chen Yuan sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the power of the laws surged from his palms.

He first picked up the Myriad Illusions Mirror and placed it above the Myriad Treasures River.

The power of the laws, like countless invisible threads, gradually disassembled, peeled away, and merged the mirror into the river.

The illusory patterns on the frame slowly unfurled under the pull of the laws, reaching towards the Wanbao River like living vines.

The river surged, and the illusory patterns disappeared into it.

The surface of Wanbao River has gained a layer of hazy black luster, and in the depths of the river, there are faint illusions flowing, with one or two distorted faces occasionally surfacing before quickly disappearing.

Then comes the Sky-Splitting Wind God Fan.

Chen Yuan unfolded his fan, and the wind patterns on the fan surface vibrated in unison under the pull of the power of the laws.

A series of silvery-white wind dragons flew out from the fan, circled around the cultivation room, and brought up a fierce gust of wind that made Chen Yuan's robes flutter.

Then one after another, the wind dragons disappeared into the Wanbao River.

The river began to surge faster, and layers of silvery-white waves rose on the surface.

Hidden within each wave is a tiny blade of wind, silently spinning in the river, cutting through the air with a soft hiss.

Finally, there is the Staff of All Laws and Heavenly Decree.

Chen Yuan placed the scepter horizontally, and the colorless gem at the top of the scepter slowly rotated under the influence of the power of the laws.

Ten colored law patterns peeled off the staff, flowing towards the Wanbao River like ten colorful ribbons. The aura of the ten ultimate laws surged into the river at the same time.

Wanbao River suddenly trembled, and ten colors of light lit up on the surface of the river at the same time, making the entire cultivation room shimmer with light.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his forehead.

.........

Time passed by, second by second.

There was no distinction between day and night in the cultivation room; only the ever-changing brilliance of the Wanbao River and the faint hum of the flowing array patterns could be heard.

The moisture from the spiritual spring was stirred by the aura of the supreme treasure, condensing into tiny water droplets in the air before quickly evaporating.

By the third day, the Myriad Illusions Mirror had completely merged with his mind.

The surface of Wanbao River has gained a layer of mysterious black luster, and there is a faint illusion flowing in the depths of the river.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, glanced at the scene, nodded in satisfaction, and then closed his eyes again to continue.

By the fifth day, the Sky-Splitting Wind God Fan had been completely integrated.

The Wanbao River is flowing at nearly twice the speed it used to.

Silvery-white waves churned endlessly on the river's surface, each wave concealing countless tiny wind blades that could erupt at any moment.

By noon on the seventh day, the Myriad Laws Heavenly Decree Staff had been completely integrated.

The ten-colored radiance of the law overflowed from the river, casting a flowing rainbow of light on the walls of the cultivation room.

The aura of Wanbao River was almost twice as strong as before.

The combined pressure of more than twenty treasures was like that of an ancient ferocious beast that had been fully awakened, even the air itself was slightly distorted by the pressure.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the Wanbao River floating in front of him.

On the river, the sword light of the Four Godslayer Swords, the spear shadow of the Dawnbreaker Spear, the bell waves of the Xuanhuang Bell, the bell sound of the Soul-Capturing Bell, the ribbon of the Heaven-Binding Silk, and the spatial patterns of the Void-Stabilizing Pearl...

The auras of more than twenty treasures intertwined, forming a dazzling and complex picture.

And on this painting...

It gained an extra layer of hazy black light, a layer of silvery wind patterns, and a layer of ten-colored law radiance.

Chen Yuan reached out his hand.

Wanbaohe gently landed in his palm, like a gentle ribbon.

"It's finally all done."

He let out a long breath, a look of joy on his face.

"I wonder if, with my current strength, I could escape unscathed if I were to face a being at the Sovereign Realm."

He silently considered it for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it."

With a thought, Chen Yuan retracted Wan Baohe's infinite storage space. He raised his wrist and glanced at the communication bracelet.

There was no news of Xiao Yuanshan.

"This guy is really slow."

Chen Yuan muttered something to himself, his tone tinged with helplessness.

I originally wanted to visit Xiao Yuanshan, but since he hasn't come out of seclusion yet, I have to give up on that idea for now.

He stood up and stretched his shoulders.

The joints made a series of crisp cracking sounds, which were particularly clear in the quiet training room.

Chen Yuan removed the golden barrier.

He stepped out of the training room.

Walk down the stone steps to the ground.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the sacred tree overhead, casting dappled shadows on the steps.

He had just reached the backyard when he suddenly stopped.

An inexplicable unease welled up from the bottom of his heart, as if something in the distance was pulling at him.

Chen Yuan frowned, clutched his chest, and muttered to himself.

"That's strange, what's going on?"

He stood there for a moment, then raised his wrist to open his communication bracelet and browse the news from the Canglan Empire.

The aftermath of the execution of the remnants of the Black Wind Star Pirate Gang, the upcoming annual competition of the Imperial Military, and the Zhen Dong King's inspection of various star systems in the Eastern Star Region...

One after another, they were all trivial matters.

The Azure Empire remains unchanged.

Chen Yuan looked through all the recent news, but none of it piqued his interest.

"That's strange. Am I just overthinking it?"

He frowned, shook his head, and put the bracelet down.

Just then, a dark purple figure darted over from the direction of the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"Boss!"

A shadowy figure landed on Chen Yuan's shoulder, its vertical pupils gleaming.

"How's your seclusion going? Did you succeed?"

Chen Yuan glanced at it and a smile curved his lips.

"It was a success, of course."

With a thought, Wanbaohe flew out from the infinite storage space and hovered in his palm.

Nine-colored light flowed, and the aura of more than twenty supreme treasures converged into a terrifying pressure that silently spread through the air.

"Want to try out its power and see how it is?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow at Youying.

"Don't worry, I'll only use one-third of my power."

The shadowy beast froze instantly upon sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the Wanbao River.

That aura was more than twice as strong as the last time it had seen it.

The auras of those treasures in the river intertwined, like a slumbering ancient beast, ready to open its eyes at any moment.

Just standing next to him... Shadow felt his scales tingling slightly!

Let alone a third, even a tenth, would be extremely painful for it, given its current strength as a late-stage Eternal True God.

The shadowy creature shook its head hastily, its two front paws waving in front of it like a windmill, its vertical pupils filled with terror.

"No, no, no!"

Its voice even changed tone.

"Boss, save your strength for fighting others, I'm too weak!"

Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Youying's frightened behavior.

He had only intended to tease it, but seeing its reaction, he stopped trying to scare it.

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding."

He put Wanbaohe back into his infinite storage space and patted Youying on the head.

"We've had some free time for the next while, and we've already been to all the fun places on Yuhua Star."

Chen Yuan paused for a moment, then looked towards the distant lake.

"Call Tianling and the others, let's go explore the nearby planets."

Upon hearing this, Youying immediately forgot all her previous fear.

It bounced off Chen Yuan's shoulder, its tail swishing like a windmill.

"good!"

Before the words were finished, the dark purple figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After a while.

The Starry Sea Divine Ship took off from Yunye Manor, its silvery-white hull gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

Chen Yuan and his group stood on the deck as the Shenzhou slowly accelerated, heading towards the starry sky beyond Yuhua Star.

Two weeks later.

Chen Yuan was still traveling back and forth between the planets in the Jade Light Galaxy.

The Starship traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping whenever it reached a planet with beautiful scenery to explore, sample the local delicacies, and experience the local customs and culture.

Life is so comfortable...

But while Lin Changqing was enjoying his carefree life, a dramatic change was taking place in a desolate part of the Zixuan Starfield's border region.

This starry sky is located at the very edge of the Purple Mystic Starfield, and is several months' journey from the nearest inhabited planet.

All around were only a few desolate, lifeless stars, with thin interstellar dust floating in the sky, and even the starlight was too dim to illuminate this darkness.

suddenly.

In the center of this starry sky, space itself began to distort violently.

A thin crack silently opened, as if someone had made a cut on the sky.

A dense aura of law surged from within the crack, and dark blue light patterns flickered wildly at the crack's edge.

The cracks widened rapidly.

Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang.

A massive wormhole appeared in this desolate starry sky, its interior dark and deep, with no end in sight.

Then, a spaceship emerged from the wormhole.

The flying boat was dark blue all over, with a hull of a thousand feet, and was covered with intricate immortal patterns and the emblem of the Cloud Ripple Immortal Realm.

Nine halos floated beneath the boat, each radiating a chilling spiritual energy.

It was the expeditionary flying boat from the Nine Nether Valley.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth...

One after another, spaceships emerged from the wormhole, forming a neat formation.

The purple flying boat of the Purple Cloud Sect, the blue flying boat of the Azure Water Palace, the cyan flying boat of the Taiqing Hall, and the dark cyan flying boat of the Nine Nether Valley.

The four colors of light intertwined, illuminating the desolate starry sky as bright as day.

Each spaceship immediately deployed a light gray shielding array after exiting the wormhole.

The formation spread silently, enveloping the aura, light, and spiritual energy fluctuations of the flying boat itself, like an invisible shield, completely concealing the existence of the entire fleet.

Tens of thousands of airships sailed out in succession.

The light patterns at the edge of the wormhole slowly contracted, shrinking from tens of thousands of feet wide to a thousand feet wide, and then from a thousand feet wide to a hundred feet wide.

finally.

The massive crack closed completely, like a giant mouth shut.

in the starry sky.

Only a faint, pale blue halo remained, slowly dissipating.

Tens of thousands of spaceships were lined up neatly in this desolate starry sky.

The four-colored light was mostly suppressed by the shielding formation.

Yet a faint ray of light still shone through the array, casting a soft, colorful glow on the surrounding desolate stars.

From a distance, it looks like a dense forest of steel.

Each flying boat resembled a moving mountain, with the celestial patterns on its hull appearing and disappearing beneath the array.

Tens of thousands of airships were lined up together.

The oppressive force emanating from it coalesced into an invisible giant wave, causing the space of this starry sky to distort slightly.

On the deck of the flying ship, disciples from the four major factions crowded around the railing, gazing at the unfamiliar starry sky outside.

"Wow, is this the Purple Profound Star Region? It looks so desolate."

An outer disciple of the Nine Nether Valley leaned on the railing, craning his neck to look around.

All that could be seen was a dark starry sky and a few gray, barren stars; there wasn't even a decent planet suitable for life.

"Nonsense, this is a remote place that the ancestors specifically chose. How prosperous could it be?"

His fellow disciple next to him rolled his eyes at him.

"I wonder if those prosperous planets have any resources suitable for our cultivation."

The disciple rubbed his hands together, his tone filled with anticipation.

"It would be great if we had one."

"Definitely! I heard from the elders that although the Purple Profound Star Region is not strong overall, it is quite rich in resources. Otherwise, the sect would not have come on such a large expedition."

"That's good, this trip wasn't in vain!"

"What's the rush? Let's talk about it after we take it down."

Similar discussions continued to unfold on the four airships.

The disciples craned their necks to look outside, their faces full of curiosity and excitement.

In their eyes.

This unfamiliar starry sky is like a treasure trove yet to be cultivated, waiting for them to divide it up!

Meanwhile.

Four figures exuding terrifying pressure flashed out of the flying boat and landed in the airspace directly in front of the fleet.

The leader had white hair and beard, a thin face, and wore a gray Taoist robe. His immortal power was as deep and profound as an abyss.

It was none other than the Nine Nether Valley's Immortal King Youyun.

The man on the left was burly with a resolute face, wearing a heavy gray armor, and exuded an aura as imposing as a mountain.

It was none other than the Celestial King Ancestor of the Taiqing Palace, whose title was Qingxuan Celestial King.

The person on the right is tall and slender with a cold expression. He is dressed in a bright blue palace gown, and his immortal power flows around him like ripples on water.

He was none other than the Immortal King Ancestor of the Azure Water Palace, whose title was Azure Wave Immortal King.

The last person had a dignified appearance, wore a purple-gold Taoist robe, a purple jade crown, and was surrounded by surging purple energy.

He was none other than the Immortal King Ancestor of the Purple Cloud Sect, whose title was Purple Extreme Immortal King.

The four Immortal Kings each occupied a corner, their powerful divine senses spreading out simultaneously, like four invisible giant nets, extending in all directions.

His divine sense swept across the starry sky for tens of thousands of miles, across those few desolate stars, and across every inch of the void.

There was no sign of living beings, no fluctuations of spiritual power from cultivators, and no trace of any formations or restrictions.

The divine senses of the four Immortal King Ancestors converged in the starry sky, and they nodded slightly to each other.

"Just as expected."

The Immortal King Youyun withdrew his divine sense, his tone indifferent.

"It's so desolate that not even birds will bother us; no living creature will even notice us."

The Purple Extreme Immortal King stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"We used spatial wormholes multiple times along the way, and it only took us a little over two months to get here."

He paused, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"And the local indigenous people know nothing about this."

The Azure Wave Immortal King nodded slightly without speaking.

Qingxuan Immortal King rubbed his hands together and grinned.

"Alright, let's proceed according to plan."

The four Immortal Kings exchanged a glance, then flashed away and flew back to their respective flagships.

The four formations of flying boats simultaneously lit up with array patterns, further reinforcing the shielding formation.

The entire fleet, like an invisible torrent of steel, silently floated in the dark starry sky at the edge of the Purple Mystic Starfield.

They await the order to launch the attack.