Within the Underground Splitting Shuttle, traversing the deep sea, Yan Zhaoge sat within, forming a hand seal with each hand, congregating them within his dantian.
His entire body's aura-qi circulated, becoming more and more vigorous and heavy as it unceasingly circulated within his body.
The flow of qi that resembled chaos gradually became more and more turbid, heavier and heavier.
Heavy like the great earth, able to bear all things, nurture all things.
The first level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, the early Spirit Vessel stage, was unique in transforming one's body's abundant spiritual qi, aura-qi that had returned to simplicity, into a soil-like existence.
The soil that nurtured a true martial spirit was also known as spirit soil.
Yan Zhaoge was currently activating all that he had learnt, his aura-qi condensing and manifesting, resembling a thousand li of fertile soil, only waiting to be sown.
If it was Broad Creed Mountain's Clear Qi Profound Art, Yan Zhaoge would actually already be able to condense a spirit seed, stepping into the mid Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster realm.
However, the spirit seed that Yan Zhaoge wanted to form was not with the Clear Qi Profound Art as its foundation, but with the Peerless Heavenly Scripture as its foundation.
This way, the difficulty would inevitably be much greater. Yan Zhaoge would have to carefully analyse it, seeking to perfect it.
On the way to the North Sea, other than controlling the Underground Splitting Shuttle, Yan Zhaoge had always been making good use of his time, focusing on his own cultivation.
Having been taught by Yan Zhaoge, the accompanying Ah Hu was already able to generally control the Underground Splitting Shuttle.
When Ah Hu manned the helm, Yan Zhaoge sat in meditation and cultivated.
After Yan Zhaoge's cultivation had temporarily come to a halt, he took over, while Ah Hu temporarily rested.
While he was resting, Ah Hu was like Yan Zhaoge, sitting in the meditative position, his eyes closed as he cultivated earnestly.
As he inhaled and exhaled, streams of black qi were emitted from his nose and mouth. They were not smoke, instead resembling flowing winds.
Accompanied by Ah Hu's unceasing inhalation and exhalation, a small black storm seemed to arise around his body, gradually surrounding him.
Just like this, the two alternated shifts, cultivating as they traversed the East Sea and the North Sea, heading towards the Extreme Northern Lands.
One day, Yan Zhaoge manned the helm, controlling the Underground Splitting Shuttle to rise to the surface of the sea.
Currently, they were in the North Sea. The surface of the sea was filled with floating ice, with numerous icy winds blowing between the heavens and the earth. Even a Martial Grandmaster like Yan Zhaoge felt a bone-piercing coldness.
Let alone ordinary people or Body Refinement Martial Practitioners, even Martial Scholars with lower cultivation bases, even Martial Scholars with lower cultivation bases might be frozen to death in such an environment.
This place was only at the edge of the extreme north.
The extreme north, together with the Great Western Desert and the Southern Wasteland's Inferno Palace, was known as a place of great danger.
Swivelling his head to look at Ah Hu, Yan Zhaoge saw that as the aura-qi of Ah Hu's entire body pulsed, numerous black gales surged from his body.
The acupoints all over Ah Hu's body opened and closed at the same time. Each acupoint was like a door. When the door closed, the phoenix calmed the waves. When the door opened, a terrifying black astral wind blew out.
Like Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu had already reached the final bottleneck.
The Spirit Soil was already incomparably complete. Once it grew its own Spirit Seed, it would be able to successfully step into the second layer of Martial Grandmaster, the Spirit Nurturing Middle Stage.
However, Ah Hu was not in a hurry to take this step. Instead, he was still carefully polishing himself.
Glancing at him, Yan Zhaoge said, "Calm your mind down a little. The Extreme West Purple Qi requires a tranquil heart to control the restless winds, transforming the qi of the heavens and the earth into something still. Finally, it can erupt with a violent and shocking power that resembles a violent tsunami."
"Movement and stillness are its essence."
Sitting in the meditative position within the Underground Splitting Shuttle, Ah Hu's eyes were still tightly shut, but he nodded slightly.
In the great tribulation of Broad Creed Mountain earlier, most of the survivors of Black Nightmare Mountain, whether they had joined the Decimating Abyss or not, had all participated in attacking Broad Creed Mountain.
The final result had naturally been that they had been completely wiped out. The two Martial Grandmasters with the highest cultivation bases, late Essence Talisman Martial Grandmasters, had both perished at Broad Creed Mountain.
After this battle, while the former Sacred Ground, Black Nightmare Mountain's lineage which had been struggling at death's door to this day, could not be said to have been completely destroyed, it was not far from it.
And in this battle, as the victor, Broad Creed Mountain had killed and captured some of the survivors of Black Nightmare Mountain who had attacked Broad Creed Mountain, and had also gained some benefits.
Comparatively speaking, the greater benefit was that they had successfully obtained the peak martial legacy of Black Nightmare Mountain.
The position of the Extreme West Purple Qi in Black Nightmare Mountain was like the lower half of the Clear Qi Profound Art in Broad Creed Mountain, and the Great Sun True Qi in the Sacred Sun Clan.
The technique that Ah Hu had previously cultivated in, the Black Nightmare Godly Wind, had advanced towards the Extreme West Purple Qi.
Yan Zhaoge had imparted the Extreme West Purple Qi to Ah Hu, hoping that Ah Hu would be able to use the Extreme West Purple Qi which was superior to the Black Nightmare Godly Wind as his foundation in the step of forming a spirit seed.
After the great battle of Broad Creed Mountain, Ah Hu who had been unceasingly cultivating now had already gradually matured with the Extreme West Purple Qi, just that it still needed to be tempered.
Observing carefully, Yan Zhaoge saw that as Ah Hu cultivated, within the black storm that his entire body was swallowing and emanating, there were already numerous faint purple streams of qi circulating alongside the black wind.
From the looks of it, they resembled numerous streaks of purple light mixed within the black storm, traversing unceasingly.
When Yan Zhaoge himself cultivated, his aura-qi that resembled chaos gradually sank, seemingly transforming into numerous turbid qi that formed the great earth, resembling a thousand li of fertile soil.
However, after having sunk to the maximum, Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi instantly became vast and ethereal, resembling numerous streams of clear qi that floated upwards to become the heavens.
The transformation between the two seemed contradictory and abrupt. If someone else saw this, they would only find it hard to understand.
However, at this moment, all of this was truly happening to Yan Zhaoge.
The clear qi rising upwards to become the heavens, the turbid qi sinking downwards to become the earth. The two occurred simultaneously, merging as one, as though the entire heavens and earth had been formed from a single stream of Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi.
The clear qi within the sky agglomerated, gradually transforming into a dot that resembled a seed, while the spirit soil below was heavy and vast.
The two were separate yet unified, finally combining together as one!
Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes, abruptly inhaling.
Controlling the Underground Splitting Shuttle by the side, Ah Hu was stunned to feel that outside of the Underground Splitting Shuttle, above the Arctic Frozen Sea, the spiritual qi of the surrounding vast heavens and earth instantly all rapidly converged towards Yan Zhaoge as their centre.
"Young Master, you've stepped into the second level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, the mid Spirit Vessel stage!" Ah Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge. While he had always thought of himself as Yan Zhaoge's number one lackey, also making it one of his goals to flatter Yan Zhaoge to the point of comfort, now, he was unable to say anything for a time.
Once upon a time, due to age and the amount of time he had spent cultivating, the difference in cultivation bases between him and Yan Zhaoge had been very great. Now, however, Yan Zhaoge had actually already surpassed him.
While there was a feeling of 'Young Master is indeed Young Master', Ah Hu could not help but be a little stunned, unable to regain his wits.
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "If I don't see wrongly, you will also be arriving soon."
Ah Hu smacked his lips, clicking his tongue in praise.
Advancing forward, traversing the icy sea, arriving on dry land once more. Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu kept the Underground Splitting Shuttle and went ashore.
The Extreme Northern Lands were rarely visited by humans.
It should have been like this …
However, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu discovered other people, and many of them.
People of the Heavenly Thunder Hall. (To be continued.)
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