Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

The piece of dead wood on his knee shattered silently, turning into a handful of dust.

The emerald essence that had been sealed inside for countless years seemed to have found an outlet, and like a flood bursting its banks, it rushed wildly through the meridians of his arms.

Yi Yang's body involuntarily arched backward, and his entire spine emitted a series of dense cracking sounds from his joints.

Every meridian in the body was stretched to its limit.

pain.

An indescribable pain exploded from every inch of my body at the same time.

The numbers on the Destiny Panel began to jump wildly at an unprecedented speed.

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 2100000/8000000]

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 3530000/8000000]

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 4020000/8000000]

In the blink of an eye, it increased by more than a million.

Moreover, the speed is still increasing.

Yi Yang's cloth shirt billowed and fluttered due to the overflowing energy within him, and a layer of golden-red sweat began to seep from his skin, emitting a foul stench.

Those were impurities forced out from the deepest part of his body when his essence surged through his blood vessels.

Upon sensing the impact within his body, the Martial Dragon Elephant Body technique activated on its own.

The advanced external cultivation technique he had mastered had given his muscles and bones an invisible, resilient armor.

The bones hummed like bowstrings under the impact of boundless vitality, yet remained resilient and did not shatter.

Through repeated breakage and reconstruction, muscle fibers become denser and stronger.

The Five Internal Organs Refining Technique also vibrated simultaneously, protecting the five internal organs and carefully guiding the surging essence into the Qi Sea.

Yi Yang clenched his teeth so tightly that blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He could clearly feel that his body was being completely rebuilt from the inside out by this essence from three hundred years ago.

The numbers on the panel have jumped past four million and are approaching the five million mark.

Within the meridians, the originally azure-green Yi Wood True Qi began to undergo a qualitative change under the catalysis of the essence.

The true essence became translucent, its flow slowed down, but its viscosity increased dramatically, as if it had transformed from clear stream water into viscous amber-colored nectar.

In Yi Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape opened its three eyes, spread its arms, and its powerful divine sense, like a giant net, firmly controlled all 365 meridian nodes on his body.

He "saw" it all clearly.

True Qi is being "eaten up" by Essence.

Instead, a purer and more refined power has emerged.

This process was exactly the step Lu Quan'an told him he had to go through to break through to the Tongxuan Realm: "transforming Gang into Xuan".

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 7650000/8000000]

The number is close to full.

A dramatic change occurred in Yiyang's Qi Sea.

The blurry humanoid illusory body that had been entrenched deep within the Qi Sea began to tremble violently.

The outer shell of the phantom peels away layer by layer.

The turbid qi, like a snake shedding its skin, detached from its body, revealing a brand new core that had been reforged by the emerald essence.

pain.

A tearing pain came from the deepest part of the Qi Sea.

Yi Yang felt an invisible hand reaching into his dantian and stirring it with brute force.

Every strand of old true energy is being crushed, dissolved, and reassembled.

He tried to shout, but his jaw was clenched so tightly that only heavy breaths escaped from his nostrils, carrying hot white vapor.

[Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - True Qi Realm Perfection: 8000000/8000000]

The moment the progress bar reached its maximum, Yi Yang's body suddenly became still.

There is no longer any force rushing around in the meridians.

The churning pain in my dantian is gone.

Everything stopped.

Like the calm before the storm.

Yi Yang's divine sense was fixed on the inside of his Qi Sea.

The old shell of the illusory body has completely fallen off and vanished without a trace.

In its original spot, a walnut-sized, emerald-green ball of light floated silently.

The surface of the sphere of light was covered with countless fine lines, and the direction of those lines was completely consistent with the movement path of the "Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise".

It is slowly rotating.

With each rotation, it absorbs a trace of residual essence from its surroundings, making itself a little brighter.

Yi Yang held his breath.

He knew that this was the entrance to the Profound Realm.

The prototype of the "Seed of Mysterious Light".

But it hasn't really taken shape yet.

According to Lu Quan'an, this ball of light must be integrated with his "intention" in order to transform from a ball of unowned energy into a seed of profound light that truly belongs to him.

The so-called "intention" is the martial artist's mindset, their obsession, and their lifelong pursuit.

Its shape and appearance vary from person to person.

Some people conjure up the Vajra Dharma Image, some conjure up an unparalleled flying sword, and some conjure up a compassionate Buddha image.

Yi Yang closed his eyes, focused all his consciousness into his dantian, and carefully approached the emerald green ball of light.

He asked himself.

What are you pursuing in this life?

In his mind, scenes began to emerge.

The dilapidated courtyard in Miki Village, with its drafty walls in winter.

The old man, carrying heavy firewood and coughing up blood, left his footprints one after another on the muddy mountain road.

The blood swallowed silently when bullied by village tyrants.

After killing Sun Mazi, they silently dug a pit to bury the body under the cold moonlight.

In the black market, a hand grips the hilt of a knife tightly, responding to the footsteps of the pursuer behind.

Dissolve the precious blood essence into the water, and feel the heat of power awakening in your body for the first time.

When Jiang Yuexin threw herself into his arms and cried, "Grandpa, I'm scared," he clenched his fists.

Yang Shuqing raised his long knife, a ferocious smile on his face, and slashed at him on that rainy night. He flashed out from behind the tree, delivering a decisive blow to the throat.

From Sanmu Village to Yunwen Township, from Yunlin County to Suining Prefecture, and now to Qingzhou City.

Every step was a climb out of the mud.

There is no such thing as talent.

There was no luck involved either.

What I have is the capital to live one more day each day, earned through sixty years of endurance.

Within the dantian, the emerald green sphere of light began to expand.

Its form was no longer a disordered ball of light, but slowly coalesced into a human-shaped outline.

The silhouette was neither tall nor short.

His shoulders slumped slightly, a mark left by years of carrying heavy loads.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his right hand with the five fingers slightly curled up, as if he was used to holding a woodcutter's knife and a knife used to kill.

His back was straight, but his head drooped slightly.

That's not a humble posture, but the posture of someone who has walked mountain paths for many years and is watching the path beneath their feet.

It's not an attitude of looking up at the sky.

It was him.

It's neither the spirited young me nor the youthful me of today.

Rather, it is the most authentic Yiyang, somewhere in between.

A person who has traveled a very, very long way.

His feet were covered in mud, his hands were calloused, but his eyes shone with light.

The surface of the phantom was free of any turbidity of qi; instead, it was covered with a layer of clear, jade-like emerald light.

Within the mysterious light, countless fine veins, as thin as hair, could be faintly seen flowing.

Like the root system of a tree.

It spreads from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, covering the entire body.

The moment the phantom took shape, the entire house trembled slightly.

It was not a violent shock, but a gentle, all-pervasive vitality, silently spreading outwards.

On the floor, the emerald light of the air-guiding array patterns was completely obscured.

Something quietly emerged from the cracks in the bluestone slabs beneath Yi Yang's feet.

It's a grass sprout.

Tender green grass shoots, still glistening with dewdrops, stubbornly pushed their way out from the cracks in the hard, cold stones, silently unfurling their delicate leaves in the deep autumn night.

It's not just grass sprouts.

On the windowsill, a dried-up flying insect suddenly trembled slightly with its wings.

On the corner of the table, a wild fruit seed that had somehow fallen there was stuck to the ground. Its shell had cracked open, and white roots were emerging.

In that instant, the entire room transformed into a miniature, vibrant spring.

His phantom image carries neither destruction nor slaughter.

It is life.

The text on the Destiny panel has been completely renewed.

[Current Realm: Profound Realm, First Stage, Enlightenment]

【Yi Wood Health Cultivation Exercise - Profound Realm - Enlightenment: 0/15000000】

Current lifespan: 300 years

Yi Yang opened his eyes.

A faint glimmer of emerald light flickered in the deepest part of his pupils, vanishing in an instant.

He looked down at his hands.

In the palm of his hand, a emerald green light traveled half a circle along the palm lines before silently disappearing beneath his skin.

He clenched his fist.

There was no violent shockwave like when true qi is released externally, nor was there a howling wind.

But he clearly felt that what was circulating in his body was no longer true qi.

It is true qi.

Inside the room, the tender buds and roots that had just sprouted began to wither at an extremely slow pace after losing the nourishment from his Xuan Guang Seed.

Yi Yang waved his hand, brushing away the wood chips scattered in front of the futon, and silently circulated the "Concealing Breath Without Form Technique" to suppress his own energy back to the late stage of the True Qi Realm.

He stood up from the futon and walked to the basin of water placed in the corner of the room.

A face was reflected in the water.

His hair was as black as ink, and he looked to be no more than forty years old. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes had mostly smoothed out, and his eyes were no longer cloudy, but deep and thoughtful.

He stared at that face for a long time.

then.

Yi Yang heard footsteps approaching in the courtyard.

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