According to Jiang He's New Martial System and the tiers categorized in the Martial Scripture, the seventh tier of martial arts was Union. It was a tier where every godly technique cultivated was melded, and it was a summary and tidying up of the previous six tiers of martial arts.
In the instant that the System Notification jingled, Jiang He's aura quaked and he rapidly ascended to full-fledged Union.
His Cinnabar Fields and Qi slowly swirled.
It was as if a nebula was orbiting a planet, with each of the 108 godly seeds shining with mystical luster as if they were stars within the nebula.
As the nebula accelerated, Jiang He's Cinnabar Fields and Qi rapidly quaked.
Of course.
The quaking was insignificant to Jiang He.
Feeling the power, he solemnly said to the dumbfounded Wang Hou, "Minister Wang, when you promote martial arts in the future, you must remember to tell the cultivators to train their bodies well. When the seeds of the Divine Ability are 'combined', the burden on the body is extremely great. If one's body is too weak, they might explode and die if they aren't careful."
"That's not right … Even a Mahayana cultivator's physique wouldn't be able to withstand such tremors. Could a martial artist cultivate such a powerful physique before reaching the seventh realm of martial arts, Consolidation?"
Could it be that my creation of this cultivation method has failed??
Could it be that average martial artists could not cultivate it at all?
Jiang He was a little disappointed!
Still, Jiang He seemed to remember something in the next instant and quickly said, "By the way … I condensed a hundred and eight god-tier seeds, but the energy when I fuse them might be a little violent, and the burden on my body would be less severe if I had fewer seeds … ah, I know!"
"Ordinary martial artists break through step by step, fusing one divine ability seed after another. But I'm fusing 108 divine ability seeds in an instant, so the difficulty is naturally much higher."
Jiang He could not help breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that.
The metamorphosis of Union was extremely rapid.
Around two minutes later, Jiang He noticed that there was a talisman in his Cinnabar Fields and Qi.
There were complex patterns inscribed on it and it flickered in faint light, and it was a fusion of 108 godly seeds.
Jiang He then sensed his own condition.
Jiang He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It seems that cultivating to the seventh tier of martial arts, Divine Union, did not improve my overall combat ability … it is probably because my strength as a full-fledged Grand Luo is too high."
He looked at Wang Hou and said, "Minister Wang, I've already tested it. Martial Convergence is also possible, but remember not to be hasty when fusing martial arts and mystiques. Do it step by step, or you might blow yourself up."
Wang Hou didn't know what to say.
On the other hand, Jiang He lit a cigarette and took two puffs, saying, "Alright, let's continue cultivating to the next tier …"
Buzz!
His body shook, and his aura changed again. The sea of Qi in his dantian changed again, and the talisman that he had just condensed and was still warm exploded with a bang.
What the hell!
Jiang He, who was smoking, exhaled a ring of smoke and exclaimed in surprise, "That's something … Minister Wang, this tier is not much different from the previous tier, and we can't be hasty. The godly talisman must be fully disassembled and fully condensed into Martial Golden Pellet, or even Mahayana cultivators would die if the talisman blew up in an instant … of course, most godly talismans that have cultivated over a dozen godly seeds would not be that powerful."
The godly talisman that blew up rapidly reassembled into a golden Martial Golden Pellet that hovered in Jiang He's Cinnabar Fields.
Leaping up into the horizon, Jiang He called out, "Minister Wang, let's go to the wildlands and test the power of the Martial Golden Pellet."
Wang Hou came to his senses and promptly followed.
Inwardly, however, he felt as if the seas were overturning …
What the hell was going on?
Even if Jiang He was the one who created the Martial Scripture and the new martial arts system, it shouldn't be this ridiculous, should it?
Leaving aside the first few tiers, it was completely different from the old martial arts system. Though there were changes, there was not much of a difference, and it was only natural that Jiang He would ascend quickly … it was the same for Wang Hou himself.
However, starting from the fifth tier of martial arts, the Yin-Yang tier was very different from the previous martial arts system. Wang Hou had already cultivated it, and even if he could easily create godly martial arts of that tier, he would have a hard time cultivating all 108 godly martial arts without ten days or half a month, let alone the later tiers.
In a flash, he followed Jiang He to the wildlands.
Wang Hou glanced at Jiang He, who was still smoking and whose body was still flickering with the power of martial arts improvement. Breathing a long sigh, he thought bitterly, "How am I supposed to compete with that monster?"
"In a short year, he went from nothing to full-fledged Grand Luo. Isn't competing with him just asking for trouble?"
Having thought that through, Wang Hou felt much more at ease. At the very least, he did not feel so conflicted when he saw Jiang He ascending martial arts tiers as easily as eating or drinking.
Meanwhile, Jiang He's attention was entirely on the Martial Golden Pellet he had just cultivated.
Martial Golden Pellet was the eighth-tier of martial arts.
According to his thoughts when he created the Martial Scripture, the Golden Core Realm was equivalent to the Tribulation Realm of immortal cultivators. However, now that he had mastered it, he realized that the combat power of the Golden Core Realm was absolutely crushing against those in the Tribulation Realm.
"In the Golden Elixir realm of martial arts, one fuses everything he has learned into a Golden Elixir. During a battle, one can instantly unleash one's strongest combat power. However, the Calamity realm of immortal cultivators is more like a transition realm. Compared to the Dao Integration realm, the increase in combat power is not huge. Instead, one will be restrained during a battle and dare not unleash their full strength."
Jiang He knew Sufferance very well.
Once Sufferance cultivators unleashed their full power, they would invoke thunderbolts of retribution or have their own thunderbolts descend prematurely.
It would be fine if the thunderbolts of retribution were to be brought forward, since there was a chance of surviving the thunderbolts of retribution if they made preparations after the battle … but what was the point of fighting if the thunderbolts of retribution descended prematurely?
The thunderbolts of retribution would probably kill them.
That was also why the various immortal sects and demonic sects were mostly Yuan Spirit and Convergence-tier cultivators, and very few Sufferance-tier cultivators roaming the world.
Oom!
The Martial Golden Pellet abruptly flew out and hovered over Jiang He's head.
With a single thought, the walnut-sized Martial Golden Pellet instantly shone with dazzling luster. Within the luster, a hundred and eight godly martial arts interweaved, and with a single thought from Jiang He, all of them were unleashed and shot forward!
In that very moment, the world in front of Jiang He became immeasurably dazzling.
Sword Qi soared to the skies, air blades slashed horizontally, thunderbolts crashed down from the skies, and earthen fire rose from the ground …
Kaboom!
It was as if a hydrogen bomb had gone off.
Ahead of Jiang He, a lake bore the brunt of the impact and blew up directly. Soon, the mountains in the distance crumbled with a resounding crash, and the world quaked. When the luster of the godly arts faded, an empty zone that was over fifty kilometers long and fifteen kilometers wide appeared before Jiang He. Everything within the range of his godly martial arts was vaporized, leaving nothing but scorched earth.
Wang Hou's eyes tightened.
The eighth-tier of martial arts was equivalent to Sufferance.
Jiang He's strike would kill a Mahayana cultivator, let alone a Sufferance cultivator.
"That strike could match a Heavenly Immortal's strike!"
Wang Hou concluded inwardly.
On the other hand, Jiang He's expression changed, and the cigarette he was holding in his mouth fell to the ground. He could feel that his cinnabar field and his ocean of qi were now empty, as all hundred and eight godly arts had been unleashed in an instant, draining his cinnabar field and ocean of qi.
His Immortal Yuan Strength surged and poured into his cinnabar field, rapidly converting into True Martial Qi.
Jiang He felt out his own body a little and said, "It seems that the Martial Golden Pellet has its drawbacks too. Though I could instantly unleash my most powerful combat ability, it consumes a lot of energy, and my single strike had used up all the Qi I had just cultivated. Minister Wang, you should keep this in mind and warn other martial artists not to do this."
Wang Hou mused to himself for seconds before slowly saying, "Is it because you've cultivated too many godly arts, Jiang He?"
Jiang He did a double take.
That seemed to make sense.
The more godly arts fused into the Martial Golden Pellet, the more power it would unleash and the more energy it would consume. If a martial artist had only cultivated up to thirty godly arts, it would be acceptable for them to unleash a burst of energy.
Jiang He did not dwell too much on that question.
He could just leave the details to Wang Hou and the others to experiment.
Spending another billion Farm Points, he improved his martial cultivation up to the ninth-tier of Martial Path, Wind and Fire Calamity.
Thunderclouds churned in the skies all at once, with veins of lightning flashing incessantly.
Calamitous winds howled.
Heavenly flames descended.
Jiang He punched out, blowing up the thunderclouds and hence clearing the ninth-tier of Martial Path, ascending to the tenth-tier of Ten Thousand Years.
Regret filled his face when he was done, and he said, "I'm sorry, I'm used to blasting thunderbolts of retribution and attacked out of habit. I should have slowed down a little just now and weathered my retribution slowly, so that I could feel the power of the Wind and Fire Calamity and give others some experience …"
There was one more thing …
The ascension just now.
Reaching the ninth-tier of Martial Path and drawing the Wind and Fire Calamity, he naturally ascended to Ten Thousand Years after passing it. As a result, Jiang He did not have the time to use Farm Points to improve, and his cultivation merely reached Ten Thousand Years novice.
Hence, he spent another three billion Farm Points to improve his cultivation up to Ten Thousand Years pinnacle, and another ten billion Farm Points to improve his cultivation up to the eleventh-tier of Martial Path.
He glanced at his System Panel.
He had around two hundred billion Farm Points left.
"Keep improving, System!"
[Ding!]
[-100 billion Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have cultivated the twelfth-tier of the Martial Scripture to completion.]
Ooom!
Jiang He's aura changed once more.
Grotto-Heaven, the twelfth-tier of Martial Path.
He turned to look at Wang Hou, who was gaping beside him, and smiled. "I've cultivated up to Grotto-Heaven, Minister Wang, and my current martial cultivation is equal to yours … by the way, you haven't told me whether you have a Grotto-Heaven or not."
Wang Hou: "…"
What the hell!
He's even letting me live!!!
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