What was the most famous and terrifying weapon in the cultivation world? It was not the Headmaster's cudgel, Ke Haoran's sword, the Chief Preaching Monk's iron staff, or the Abbey Dean's psyche. It was a bow and arrow.
In the eyes of future generations, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows was undoubtedly a milestone weapon. Its power was so great that it made people speechless. It was a pity that only the Academy and the Tang Empire could create such a weapon, and only Ning Que, a freak who cultivated both Taoism and Talisman, could use such a weapon.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows ignored space and even seemed to break free from the shackles of time. The iron arrow was made of the toughest material in the world. How powerful would it be when it was fully released?
When Ning Que was in the Seethrough State, he could cripple Long Qing with one arrow. When he was in the Knowing Destiny State, he could make all the powerhouses in the Lanke Temple flee. Today, he had entered the Tianqi State and killed more than ten powerhouses from the Divine Halls of West-Hill with one arrow. He had even driven the Hierarch Lord crazy.
No one could completely avoid the Primordial Thirteen Arrows in the Tianqi State. Other than the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple, no one could. At least not the people in front of Peach Mountain.
Looking at the bow in Ning Que's hand and the dark iron arrow, the people on the front yard of Peach Mountain felt a chill run down their spines. Some even felt weak in the knees. They could not imagine what they would do if the arrow was aimed at them, or even if it was aimed at them.
They had never thought that they would face the threat of such a terrifying iron arrow at such a close distance. But in fact, it was also a kind of luck. The real power of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows came from its silence and unpredictability. Because it could fly through the air with talisman intent, there was no such thing as range. Therefore, distance was not a concern. In fact, the farther away the better.
Everything was relative. There was no such thing as a perfect weapon in this world. The Primordial Thirteen Arrows also had a flaw. Or rather, the flaw lay in Ning Que who held the bow.
The farther the distance, the more powerful the Primordial Thirteen Arrows would be. But the problem was that if the distance was too far, beyond the limits of human vision, he would not be able to aim at the target.
Xia Hou's tall and burly body would become the tiniest dot from thousands of miles away. No human could see him with the naked eye, not even the Headmaster.
Back in Tianqi Mountain, Ning Que was able to shoot Long Qing from more than ten miles away with his Psyche Power instead of his eyes. Long Qing's misfortune was that he had just seen through the Confinement made of firewood and was about to enter the Knowing Destiny State. He was as bright as the sun in Ning Que's sense of perception.
With Ning Que's current cultivation state, if he wanted to aim at a target far away, he needed to be at least at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State and completely release his state. It would be best if he could break through the realm.
Who would release their full power at the exact moment he drew his bow? Why should the target coordinate with his aim? Who would break through the realm when Ning Que was shooting arrows? It was not every day that someone broke through the realm in the cultivation world, not to mention the moment when he shot the arrow. Not everyone would be as unlucky as Long Qing.
Although the powerhouses present were not very clear about the secrets of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, they had vaguely deduced some principles from the experience of fighting with Ning Que over the years. Therefore, when they saw him draw his bow to the fullest, they were extremely nervous and anxious and wanted to know who he was going to shoot.
Where would his iron arrow be shot to?
Ning Que raised his iron bow and looked to the north quietly.
He was not looking with his eyes, but with the Psyche Power in his sense of perception. He was using his Psyche Power to perceive the world, and the projection of the world became an ocean in his consciousness.
This ocean was the entire human world.
There were a few light spots in the ocean.
There was a thick and bright light spot in the extreme west, and the light spot in the northeast was even bigger and brighter. Only by looking closely could one find that there were actually three light spots there.
There were also light spots around him, especially the unfathomable sea of light behind him.
Ning Que was now in the Tianqi State. Excluding some cultivators who might be breaking through the realm, these light spots that he could sense belonged to the powerhouses. The brighter the light spot, the higher the state of that person was!
The unfathomable sea of light behind him was, of course, her.
She was so bright that she had completely covered Liu Bai's aura.
The thick and bright light spot in the extreme northwest was, of course, the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple.
The three light spots in the northeast were, of course, the Eldest Brother, the Drunkard, and the Butcher.
All the powerhouses were in his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the high-end version of the "Ri" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane.
This was unreasonable, because he was not an Tomes of Arcane, but a human being.
There was no reason for the human world to become the ocean in his consciousness.
Many years ago, on the journey from the City of Wei to Chang 'an, Lyu Qingchen, the guide of Ning Que's cultivation, had a conversation with him. During that conversation, Ning Que said that when he was meditating in his dream, he once felt a sea. At that time, Lyu Qingchen thought that was just a dream, and that he had no potential for cultivation.
Because during the Initial Awareness State, the range of one's perception of heaven and earth was the size of a cultivator's potential. In the recorded history, Liu Bai had the strongest perception at the Initial Awareness State.
When Liu Bai was at the Initial Awareness State, he saw a magnificent yellow river.
How could Ning Que see a sea?
But now he really saw a sea at the foot of the Peach Mountain.
"I think I'm the sea."
Ning Que said to himself.
During these years after he could cultivate, he had recalled the conversation with Lyu Qingchen many times. It was not until this year that he realized that it was all because of Sangsang.
When he was meditating in his dream, he held Sangsang in his arms.
With Haotian in his arms, he could feel the entire human world. So what?
Today, he came to the Peach Mountain and endured the Tianqi. Haotian's Divine Power entered his body, and he reconnected with Sangsang, which was equivalent to holding her in his arms again.
Then why couldn't he feel the sea in the human world?
Could it be that he wanted to shoot at the light spots in the sea?
The Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple, the Drunkard, or the Butcher?
No one knew.
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Ning Que, who was standing in front of the Peach Mountain, could feel the entire human world.
But before that, the entire human world had already felt him.
Because of that grand Tianqi.
In the small town at the border of Song and Yan, the calligraphy and painting shop was filled with the aroma of wine. There was only a bowl of water on the table in front of the Eldest Brother, but he looked as happy as if he was drinking fine wine.
Because he knew that the Youngest Brother was still alive.
The Drunkard's voice was unusually hoarse, "How could the Divine Power of Haotian enter a mortal's body?"
The Eldest Brother said, "My Youngest Brother can't be reasoned with by common sense."
The Drunkard suddenly raised his eyebrows. The flagon tied to his waist moved even though there was no wind, and it even floated to a position parallel to the ground. His clothes suddenly blurred, as if he could disappear at any moment.
He did not know that Ning Que was aiming at him in front of the Peach Mountain, but he felt the danger.
The Eldest Brother said, "You are too fast, so you will not be his target."
The Drunkard thought of the previous conversation, and his expression gradually turned serious, "You just said … the Butcher is very slow."
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