He finally knew the requirements to become a Martial Saint, but Chen Guang did not feel happy at all.
This was truly a grievous news that made one despair.
Out of the total population of over a hundred billion people, almost half of them had inner strength. Who knew how many martial arts there were?
The Spirit of the Holy Grail's electronic voice was precise in its choice of words. Since it had said "all", it must have meant exactly what it said.
All, it was all!
Fifty billion inner strength martial artists …
Forget it, don't think about it anymore. I'll really find a rope to strangle myself if I keep thinking about it.
Even if I could live to the age of the longest-lived Martial Monarchs in this world, would it be impossible for me to learn all of them?
This was a goal that could never be achieved from the very beginning, okay?
"Lord Azure, don't you think the Holy Grail's request is too insane?"
Unfortunately, Azure went to sleep. No matter how much he wailed in his heart, there was no response.
However, perhaps the Holy Grail understood his difficulties and gave him some additional information at this time, which made him feel slightly more at ease.
In the fictional True Martial Land, which did not exist, but had existed for tens of thousands of years, a total of over nine hundred thousand Martial Monarchs had been born.
Of these nine hundred thousand Martial Monarchs, some were inherited by sects, and some were self-enlightened. In total, there were over four hundred thousand martial arts sects.
In the long and seemingly frozen history of the True Martial Land, although the population was extremely large, there were always all kinds of outstanding people who appeared out of nowhere and created their own martial arts. However, only the ultimate martial arts that could help one become a Martial Monarch were the true ultimate martial arts. Only those that could stand the test of time and leave a deep mark in the long river of history.
As for the others, even the most outstanding of geniuses, if they died prematurely, they would not be able to stand closer to the peak. Their horizons would be limited, and the self-created martial arts would only be a shadow in a cup or a moon in the water. They would not be able to stand the test of time and would show various flaws and flaws after being examined.
Therefore, even though the population of this world was unreasonably large and its history was unreasonably long, the true types of martial arts sects were not as terrifying as Chen Guang had imagined.
According to the different attributes of inner strength techniques, they could be divided into hundreds of major sects.
In a more practical sense, just like the Wen Clan's Painting Scroll used literature to enter the Dao, the Plain Clothes Sect's Pure Heart Technique was a Daoist method of cultivating the mind and temperament, and the Fist Tyrant Pan Da's Fist Sect used firm and overbearing fist techniques to stimulate the heroic spirit in one's heart to enter the Dao.
Under each of the different major sects, hundreds and thousands of different variants could be branched out. In summary, there were more than 400,000 complete sects.
Going further down, these more than four hundred thousand perfect sects would evolve into even more miniscule inner strength cultivation methods.
But to that extent, basically all roads led to Rome, and no matter how many changes there were, they would not deviate from the original path.
Because of this, Chen Guang only needed to learn more than 400,000 complete sects in order to master all the martial arts in the True Martial Land.
Only by mastering all the martial arts in this world would one be qualified to obtain the title of True Martial Saint, which was the same name as this world.
Of course, in the beginning, he might have to spend a lot of effort to specialize in one or several variations of the sects, but when his own realm reached a certain level, he could use the strengths of hundreds of sects for his own use. He would be able to understand the leopard by looking at the spot, and then he would be able to use an unorthodox method as a foundation, and then he would be able to deduce a perfect sect on his own. At that time, it might be much easier.
For example, if he learned a knife technique that specialized in the Butcher's Butcher's Butcher's Butcher's Knife Technique, he would be able to deduce the complete Soft Knife Technique.
Chen Guang smacked his lips. It seemed that he only needed to learn a million martial arts at most, and at least 400,000 would be enough. Hmm, not bad.
Not bad my ass!
Don't talk to me, I want to be left alone, and please don't ask who I am.
His heart was so stifled that he couldn't breathe.
Forget it, rather than feeling that the road was difficult, it was better to set off immediately.
Since he had already come, there was no other choice. He had to go even if he had to.
As Chen Guang raised his leg and ran towards the Thunderclap Wild Demon City, he began to ponder in his heart.
The people he had met before were all muggles. They had no inner strength at all, and were not worth mentioning.
However, according to the setting of the world provided by the Holy Grail, the martial arts in this world had already matured to the point that it made one's hair stand on end. It was too easy for people in this world to obtain secret martial arts manuals.
Perhaps it would be a little difficult to obtain the 400,000 complete sects that could be cultivated to the Martial Monarch Realm, but if one went further down, the branches and variations that could be cultivated to the Martial Monarch Realm, Martial King Realm, or even Martial Overlord Realm, if one were to calculate the exponential growth rate, the number would really be too much to look at.
Because there were too many choices, it was very possible that any random person with inner strength would be able to execute a high-end technique that had been tested by history for a long time.
For example, a Martial Disciple who could become a city lord in the first layer of the country could only become a captain of the soldiers in the second layer ruled by the chivalrous. In the third layer ruled by the chivalrous, perhaps they could only set up a fruit stall on the street, and even cut pineapples with the amazingly profound and powerful Blood Asura Saber Technique.
As for the fourth layer ruled by the Martial Monarch?
Sorry, Martial Disciples could not go there. Once they did, they would explode on the spot.
Therefore, he could not underestimate the enemy.
As for what he should do, how he should operate to climb up layer by layer, and finally step on the heads of all the Martial Monarchs, master all the martial arts, and become a Martial Saint.
Chen Guang had a complete set of plans in mind.
He would first focus on cultivating the Painting Scroll. Judging by Wenwen's Literary Grandmaster Realm, the Painting Scroll was undoubtedly a high-end technique that could be cultivated to the Martial Monarch Realm.
When he became stronger, for example, after he became a Martial Artist, he would go back and bully Martial Disciples.
Young man, I see that you have a lot of potential. Hand over the martial arts you know, and I will bring you along to show off and fly.
What?
You don't agree?
Then let's go to the small forest next door and talk about life. When you feel my strong charisma, not to mention your martial arts, you will even want to introduce your wife to me.
Yes, that's right, I want to snatch!
Perhaps some people would say that he wanted to challenge someone of a higher level.
Master Guang thought, What did you say?
The wind is too strong, I can't hear you clearly!
Although his physical body still held an advantage, and he also had an extremely strong regenerative ability, which gave him the foundation to challenge those of a higher realm, but who would seek abuse for no reason? Wouldn't it be better to comfortably bully those who were weaker than him?
Must he go against his own life?
I am not stupid!
If he did not bully the weak, did not rely on robbing to obtain the secret manual, and used love to reform the world, and waited for others to come to him, who knows how long it would take to cultivate.
Who knows, if he used up all his hundred chances of revival by dying of old age every time, he might not be able to succeed.
Speaking of which, he did have a piece of good news. That was, every time he accidentally died and revived, the martial arts and realm he grasped would not drop.
Chen Guang had a wicked thought. When he becomes a Martial Monarch, should he purposely commit suicide and come back to the Thunderclap Wild Demon City to take a look at the novice village? Wouldn't that scare a whole city of people to death?
Alright, no matter what, this time, there seems to be more time and space than when I was in the Transient Sea.
My situation is also much better than when I was in the Transient Sea. I definitely cannot repeat the mistakes of the first time I went to the Transient Sea. I want to "go on a killing spree"!
That's right, this is my world.
In the entire True Martial Land, there are hundreds of billions of people. There are at least five billion beauties who can cause the downfall of a city, right?
They are all mine!
Liuli did not deceive me. She said that there would be hundreds of billions of cute girls, and there really are countless cute girls!
Hundreds of billions is a bit too much. After all, I have not transformed into tentacles yet, so I am unable to communicate with so many girls at the same time. But it doesn't matter, five billion is already enough.
The Old Man's pile driver has been thirsty for countless years, it is time to let it out!
In any case, I already have the identity of the perverted Flower Thief.
If I don't do something, I will be letting down the Old Man's invincible pile driver!
It is time to take it out and go on a killing spree!
Lord Guang felt like he was about to fly when he thought about how there were five billion cute girls waiting for his "love" in the True Martial Great Land. He felt like he was floating as he walked, and he felt like he was about to fly.
My life has been worth it.
He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and ran on the broad road to the Thunderclap Wild Demon City, his mind wandering in infinite reverie.
If Liuli was still awake and could monitor him at any time, Chen Guang would definitely not dare to be so insolent and arrogant.
But now that Liuli has fallen asleep, as the saying goes, the sky is high, the emperor is far away, and the sea is wide. If he does not take this opportunity to do something, his conscience will blame him.
He tiptoed on the ground again, jumped three feet high, spread his limbs, and glided forward in the air, looking particularly happy.
This is the so-called extreme joy begets sorrow.
Facts have proven that one cannot be too pretentious.
Floating in the air with his eyes closed, Chen Guang originally planned to open his eyes when he landed, but after waiting for a long time, he still had not landed. The wind blowing on his face was getting stronger and stronger.
He opened his eyes.
Ah!
If I remember correctly, when I ran from here, it was a plain. Why is there a cliff here when I return the way I came!
He lowered his head and looked down. His mind was filled with confusion.
How high is this cliff?
Chen Guang didn't want to describe it in detail.
In short, looking down made him, who originally did not have a fear of heights, suffer from intermittent acrophobia.
He thought of another joke.
There was a young man who was extremely rich. One day, he accidentally fell from the headquarters of his father's company, but he didn't fall to his death. Instead, he starved to death in midair.
Just based on the height of the cliff below, Chen Guang felt that it was possible.
This doesn't make sense!
The True Martial Land exists for me. In this world, I am the chosen one with the halo of a protagonist. There is no reason for me to fall to my death from a cliff for no reason.
Wait, what is this? This seems to be a very familiar routine!
A martial arts world that cultivates inner strength, the halo of a protagonist, falling off a cliff …
All three elements of a fortuitous encounter are present.
According to such a cliché routine, even though the cliff is so high that it makes people's hair stand on end, I definitely won't fall to my death.
Not only will I not fall to my death, but there will also be a hidden master at the bottom of the cliff waiting to pass on his skills to me. Otherwise, there will be a peerless secret manual waiting for me. Or there will be a sword tomb or something like that. At the very least, there will be a big eagle, right?
If this is the case, Chen Guang doesn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
Cliché!
Unbearably cliché!
How can my life be so cliché?
How can I go out and greet people in the future?
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