"The Great Way is full, the universe evolves, the Dao is born from patterns, the blood is born from the bone..."
The sound of the Great Way echoed in Yang Jian's heart. The sound was indescribable, and it could not be described with any words.
He was immersed in this state and did not notice the change of time at all, nor did he know what was happening outside.
He only concentrated on comprehending the Grand Dao and grasped this fortuitous encounter. He completely absorbed the precious blood of the Battle Shaman that had been stored for countless years, and he eliminated the remaining battle intent and violent will within it, causing him to not leave behind any hidden dangers.
However, he did not wake up. Instead, he began to cultivate in seclusion.
The treasured blood of the Battle Sorcerer had brought him too many benefits.
On the other hand, the Battle Shaman who had fallen to this place and died was extremely powerful as well. He had already touched the threshold of the Great Shaman level, and his bloodline had become extremely pure as well. It contained Pangu's will that was even more exuberant than ordinary Battle Shamans.
Just the blurry image that Yang Jian visualized was already a great fortuitous opportunity!
Not to mention that Yang Jian broke through the shackles and reached the true limit of the first level of the Eight Nine Arcane Art. He forged his bones like flawless white jade, and his muscles like the Battle Body of the Wu people. Then, he continued to sing triumphantly and stepped into the second level of the Eight Nine Arcane Art!
This was not an ordinary breakthrough of the Eight Nine Arcane Art!
When Yang Jian broke through the shackles set by Heaven and Earth, he felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
Only by breaking through the shackles of Heaven and Earth at the first level and touching the limit of the first level could one be considered to have truly embarked on the path of becoming a Sage with the body!
Otherwise, the Eight Nine Arcane Art was just a mysterious and brilliant method of refining the body.
However, Yang Jian was the first cultivator of the Eight Nine Arcane Art to take this step!
From now on, among all the cultivators of the Eight Nine Arcane Art in the Untainted Land, Yang Jian was the most different!
Yang Jian might not know about the others, but the eldest of the Meishan Brothers, Yuan Hong, was actually also a cultivator of the Eight Nine Mysteries. His combat strength was valiant, but he was not as powerful as the original Yang Jian during the apotheosis.
But now, Yang Jian could shake his head and smile. As long as he continued breaking through his limits and breaking through his shackles, he would probably be able to take down Yuan Hong in a single move when he encountered him.
Why didn't other cultivators try to break the shackles left behind by the world?
Other than not being able to find a way, it might also be related to the current Great Era.
First of all, those who could obtain the Eight-Nine Arcane Art were definitely disciples of the Three Teachings of Dao. Furthermore, they were disciples who were suitable for cultivating the physical body. Most of them would be disciples of the third or fourth generation of Dao.
The mainstream of Taoism was to follow the heaven and earth and borrow the power of heaven and earth. This kind of thinking was deeply rooted, and very few disciples would break or dare to break the shackles of heaven and earth. This was one of them.
The first level of the Eight Nine Mysteries was already very miraculous. When cultivated to perfection, one could lift a weight of 9,999 kilograms with one arm. After reaching perfection, one could immediately start cultivating the second level.
Of course, there were naturally people like Yang Jian who could feel the 'dissatisfaction of perfection'. They searched upwards but encountered the shackles of heaven and earth, and they did not know how to break through these shackles.
Ask the teacher? Most of the disciples of the second generation of the Dao Sect were already mighty figures in the world, but there were very few people who refined their bodies. Naturally, they did not study the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
That was the third reason.
Of course, the main reason was that there were too few cultivators of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. The general trend was towards the Primordial Dao.
Even Yuding Zhenren, who had imparted his cultivation to Yang Jian, might not know that the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art had such a shackle of heaven and earth …
Now, Yang Jian had coincidentally obtained a pool of precious blood of the Battle Magi and had thus broken through the first shackle.
It was time and fate.
However, as Yang Jian cultivated, he felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.
This was only the first level!
It was only the simplest first level!
He actually needed such a treasure to reach his limit!
In the future, each level would be difficult, and each step would be like ascending to the heavens! What did he need to rely on? How much effort did he need to put in?
However, if he were to give up on breaking through the limit and enter the next level at perfection, Yang Jian would be extremely unwilling and extremely unwilling!
This was because when he broke through the shackles and reached the limit, that kind of carefree, that kind of comfort, that kind of strength that increased by a few times, ten times, was really a great temptation for cultivators!
Cultivate in peace, cultivate in peace, what was there to be excited about?
Who knew what kind of thing he needed to rely on to break through the second shackle of heaven and earth, and Yang Jian wanted to rely on himself to break through!
He didn't know how strong he was, but an inexplicable desire to fight arose in his heart. He wanted to wait for those cultivators to charge in, and then he would stand up, laugh three times, and use those guys to weigh his fists!
Although this thought … ignored the fact that he was not wearing clothes …
However, at this time, Yang Jian indeed had this kind of confidence, and also had the strength to support this confidence!
Unfortunately, after Yang Jian finished absorbing the pool of precious blood, he still did not hear any sound of the wall breaking.
He was not anxious, and continued to cultivate, thinking that the outside world had not attacked.
The first level of tempering the bones and tendons was already very stable, and it had laid an extremely solid foundation for his body!
In a daze, there was an illusion that the current him could break a green mountain with a punch, and crush a mountain with a kick!
In the second level, he had to go through six blood transfusions, and the strength of his body to the extreme!
With the power of the battle shaman's precious blood, Yang Jian had already completed four blood transfusions, and the blood in his body was already a sparkling and bright red. If his blood solidified, it would be like a dazzling ruby.
And at this time, the power contained in the blood in Yang Jian's body was even more shocking!
The [Eight Nine Arcane Art] was extremely mysterious. When Yang Jian fought with others, other than mobilizing the power of the hundred meridians in his body, he could also make his blood surge and strengthen himself!
If all the blood in his body boiled, Yang Jian's strength could instantly double, and this was only the effect of four blood transfusions!
And after six blood transfusions, this effect might even double!
Uh, that's not right …
Yang Jian comprehended the Arcane Art, and a trace of a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The second level of the [Eight Nine Arcane Art] was called Blood Transformation, and every blood transfusion was a shedding of one's mortal body and bones. With six blood transfusions, one could cultivate to the third level.
But, why was it the number 'six'?
It should be nine!
Could it be that this is where the shackles of the second level lie? When he thought about how he had to successively break through his limits for the next three blood transfusions before he could truly grasp the essence of the second level of the [Eight Nine Arcane Art], Yang Jian cried for his parents in his heart.
This [Eight Nine Arcane Art] is truly ….
It's too difficult to cultivate! It's too torturous! It's too difficult!
But if it wasn't for this, how could one stand above the myriad of cultivators?
It could only be said that once one entered this path, one was already bound to pay a price that was a hundred or a thousand times greater than other cultivators in order to stand in the world with extreme brilliance.
After cultivating for an unknown period of time, Yang Jian finally opened his heavy eyes, and he felt as if his eyes had been covered in glue.
He looked at the stone room that seemed to have not changed at all, and he scratched his head. He didn't know if those cultivators were too useless or if something had happened outside, but no one disturbed him at all.
He was just about to stand up when Yang Jian noticed to his surprise that he seemed as if he'd been embedded into a rock, and his entire body was hard and solid.
He struggled slightly, and the sound of something shattering resounded incessantly as layer after layer of 'rubble' rustled down around him.
After spending a long time, Yang Jian finally leaped out of the dried up pool.
He turned around to look, and the pool was actually filled with dark grey stone pieces that were half an inch thick, and he could faintly see the figure of a person sitting cross-legged on it.
This is the waste that was expelled from my four blood transfusions, right?
After he stood up, Yang Jian suddenly felt his back door tighten, and then he heard a 'pu' sound before Yang Jian's entire body felt much more comfortable.
He was comfortable, but the small stone room had instantly become foul, and even he, the instigator of all this, was unable to endure it. He covered his mouth and nose as he charged towards the tightly shut stone door of the stone room.
He stretched out his hand and pushed, and he felt that he hadn't used too much strength, yet the stone door shattered with a bang, and it revealed a long passageway outside the stone room ….
A gust of wind blew past, and Yang Jian's entire body felt a little cool. He looked down and found that his skin was actually sparkling and translucent, and the blood vessels within were clearly visible.
He hurriedly circulated his Xuan Qi to put away this strange scene, and then found a set of clothes to wear. Then, he carefully walked out of the passageway.
He had yet to cultivate the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, but as his Xuan Qi took a big step forward, the power of his soul had also become many times stronger, and he could already release his spiritual sense to survey a radius of a hundred feet.
No one?
He seemed to be underground, and as he followed the passageway upwards, Yang Jian arrived at a door. It was the stone tablet that had sent him directly into the treasured blood.
An indescribable feeling arose in his heart. He didn't know how long he had been in seclusion this time, but he felt that it had been a long time.
"I'm going to find that evil bitch called Qing Lian to settle the score!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, and this time, he controlled his strength and gently pushed the stone tablet. Then … he awkwardly discovered that the stone tablet didn't move at all.
"Cough!"
This time, he used ten percent of his strength and slowly pushed the stone tablet. The stone tablet slowly moved outwards, and Yang Jian didn't embarrass himself a second time.
This should be a test that the Battle Shaman had left behind to test the battle physique of the descendants of the Wu people who had received his treasured blood.
If the power of the battle physique wasn't enough, they were not allowed to step out of this place.
"Wu people." Yang Jian took a step forward, and his gaze swept across his surroundings, but he saw that the world was a vast expanse. Where was the bloody mist, and where was the sandstorm?
All he could see were sand dunes, and the sandstorm was everywhere.
Only the giant skull that was mostly covered by the sandstorm still stood there, proving to Yang Jian that he had indeed been here.
Yang Jian was just about to step forward to investigate when a stream of light descended from the sky, and he was so frightened that his entire body was on guard.
But as the stream of light neared, he felt a familiar aura.
"Master!?"
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