Mo Wen had comprehended many esoteric meanings in the primeval space, including the rare esoteric meaning of thunder, wind, and cloud. These three types of esoteric meanings were related to the three Glory techniques that he cultivated. They were the esoteric meanings that he focused on comprehending.
As for the esoteric meaning of fire and water, they were related to the Yin Yang Qi that he cultivated. Naturally, he would not let them go.
Of course, the esoteric meanings derived from the primeval space were far more than these. The amount of esoteric meanings that Mo Wen could comprehend was naturally very limited. In reality, the esoteric meanings were endless. All kinds of esoteric meanings could appear. In theory, there could be countless esoteric meanings derived from a law.
Mo Wen had tried to comprehend some high-end esoteric meanings, such as time esoteric meaning, space esoteric meaning, life esoteric meaning, death esoteric meaning, star esoteric meaning, black hole esoteric meaning …
However, these esoteric meanings were too mysterious and unpredictable. Immortal cultivators in the Primordial Soul Realm would most likely be unable to comprehend them. They were not things that he could come into contact with at his current realm.
"You comprehended the fledging stage of the esoteric meaning of fire and water?"
Chu Yunli looked at Mo Wen in shock. She had just thought that Mo Wen would definitely not be able to create another miracle this time. However, the scene before her was not a miracle at all. It was practically a miracle. How could a person cultivate to comprehend the fledging stage of two esoteric meanings at the age of 20? At least in the history of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, such geniuses were rare.
Mo Wen put his hands behind his back. The truth was right in front of him. He did not need to say anything else. The Water and Fire Vital Qi within a radius of a few miles were all under his control. It was almost impossible for Yang Zonglin to suppress him with just his realm. On the contrary, his fledging stage of the esoteric meaning of water was completely suppressed by Mo Wen.
Mo Wen could comprehend the fledging stage of the esoteric meaning of water and fire in a place like the primeval space. Controlling the Water and Fire Vital Qi within a radius of a few miles was no problem at all.
"So powerful!"
In the Dafang Sect camp, Ling Feng drew in a cold breath. He knew very well what it meant to have two completely opposite fledging stages of the esoteric meaning. Once Mo Wen entered the Primordial Soul Realm, he would most likely be hard pressed to find a match in the Primordial Soul Realm. That was because two completely opposite esoteric meanings meant that there were no obvious weaknesses. Everyone knew that water and fire countered each other. Everyone knew that if Mo Wen only cultivated the esoteric meaning of fire, he would definitely be at a disadvantage if he encountered a higher realm water cultivator. If Mo Wen only cultivated the esoteric rule of water, he would certainly be at a disadvantage when he encountered cultivators who cultivated the esoteric rule of fire, which was of a higher realm.
However, if he cultivated two profounds at the same time, he would be able to restrain his opponent and gain the upper hand at the same time, no matter if he encountered a water profound cultivator or a fire profound cultivator.
For example, Yang Zonglin's current situation was like this. He only cultivated the esoteric rule of water. Mo Wen was also using the esoteric rule of water to fight for the Vital Qi of heaven and earth, causing the water vital Qi that Yang Zonglin could control to be greatly reduced. At the same time, Mo Wen could unleash the esoteric rule of fire to once again weaken Yang Zonglin's esoteric rule of water. This was why Yang Zonglin was in such an awkward situation.
In reality, Yang Zonglin had also cultivated the fledging stage of profound meaning for water. Even if he was suppressed by Mo Wen in terms of the fledging stage of profound meaning for water, he would not be in such a miserable state. The difference between the two of them in terms of the fledging stage of profound meaning for water was not as great as it seemed on the surface. The reason for such a situation was, of course, because of the esoteric rule for fire.
Everything in this world had a positive and negative side. The Water and Fire power Upanishads were like that, and so were the other power Upanishads.
However, it was far more difficult to comprehend two completely opposite types of esoteric rules than to comprehend two completely unrelated types of esoteric rules. Some people could even comprehend three or even four types of esoteric rules. However, they were unable to comprehend two completely opposite types of esoteric rules.
"Impossible. I don't believe it." Yang Zonglin seemed to have lost his mind. His expression was ferocious as he pounced madly towards Mo Wen. This was a huge blow to him. He had cultivated for three hundred years, but in terms of power and realm, he was actually inferior to a twenty-year-old brat. Had he lived his entire life like a dog?
"Raging Blood Sea."
A beam of crimson light exploded from Yang Zonglin's body. In an instant, the Blood Sea surged. A terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the entire square. Waves of killing intent were constantly brewing in the Blood Sea.
The Raging Blood Sea was one of the Blood Evil Temple's rather famous rite of passage martial arts. Lord Merciless had cultivated this rite of passage martial arts. However, compared to Yang Zonglin, it naturally paled in comparison.
The Blood Sea filled the sky and surged forward. It seemed to completely cover the fire clouds in the sky.
The momentum was shocking. However, some of the ancient martial art practitioners from the Eight Major Sects sighed slightly. Although the Raging Blood Sea was extraordinary and was a rather shocking rite of passage martial arts, it was most likely not enough to deal with Mo Wen now.
Just as Yang Zonglin had said, at their level, the level of the esoteric rule realm was the key to victory. Right now, his esoteric rule of water was completely suppressed by Mo Wen. He could not unleash its power at all. Mo Wen, on the other hand, had mastered the power of two fledging stages of profound meaning. How could he compare to Mo Wen?
There was a limit to how powerful he could be with his own power. Mo Wen only needed to mobilize the Vital Qi of heaven and earth and he would most likely be able to block Yang Zonglin's attack.
Originally, Yang Zonglin had cultivated the esoteric rule of water in order to complement the Raging Blood Sea with the rite of passage martial arts. The power of the esoteric rule of water and the Raging Blood Sea combined would truly be an endless sea of blood. However, right now, he could not unleash the power of the fledging stage of profound meaning of water at all. He most likely could not unleash even half of its power.
As expected, Mo Wen merely raised his eyebrows. The water ripples in the heavens and earth frantically gathered towards him. Finally, they formed a layer of water wave that collided with Yang Zonglin's blood wave.
The two collided, and loud rumbling sounds rang out continuously. However, the blood wave was water without a source, while Mo Wen's water wave was formed by the gathering of the Vital Qi of heaven and earth. It was endless. When the two collided, they were initially evenly matched. However, after a while, the blood wave was pushed back and was split into pieces by the impact of the water wave.
Mo Wen's silhouette appeared from the waves like a gust of wind, an all-pervasive wind. Inexplicably, he had appeared, inexplicably disappeared again, and then inexplicably appeared in front of Yang Zonglin again.
The entire process had just occurred in the minds of the crowd. Before they could completely digest it, it had already ended. It seemed to have surpassed the reaction speed of an ordinary ancient martial art practitioner.
Rumble!
Those people had not reacted in time. Naturally, Yang Zonglin could not react in time either. However, Mo Wen did not hold back. He directly sent Yang Zonglin flying with a kick. Like a sandbag, Yang Zonglin crashed into the protective shield at the edge of the square and was repelled by the shield.
"What a fast speed!"
One by one, the ancient martial art practitioners of the Eight Major Sects gasped. At their cultivation realm, their understanding of speed was already different from that of ordinary people. For ordinary people, a speed that exceeded their reaction speed was considered relatively fast. It was similar to teleportation. Any ancient martial art practitioner standing here from the Eight Major Sects could unleash the effect of teleportation compared to ordinary people. Even ancient martial art practitioners below the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm would think that their speed was equivalent to teleportation.
However, that was only on the surface. Unless one had mastered the legendary Law of Black Hole and could directly shuttle through the void, there was no such thing as teleportation. Of course, even if one had mastered the Law of Black Hole, teleportation still required time. Those whose cultivation realm was not high enough might not necessarily be faster than teleportation.
Naturally, none of the people standing here could comprehend the Law of Black Hole. Everyone was moving normally. It was just that the effect was different in comparison. In the eyes of low-level ancient martial art practitioners, it seemed like teleportation. However, in the eyes of ancient martial art practitioners of the same level, it was no different from normal movement. The only difference was who moved faster and who moved slower.
However, Mo Wen's movement just now had the effect of teleportation. To them, it was like teleportation. What a terrifying speed! What did this mean? It meant that Mo Wen's speed had already surpassed the realm that they could reach. Most likely, even among ancient martial art practitioners in the Primordial Soul Realm, there were few who could do this, let alone ordinary Infinite Powerhouses.
Yang Zonglin did not even have time to react before he was sent flying. When he got up, he suddenly discovered that his dantian's Sea of Qi had been destroyed by Mo Wen's kick.
"You … evil scoundrel. You actually dared to cripple my cultivation. The Blood Evil Temple will not rest until you are dead!"
Yang Zonglin clutched his abdomen and roared hysterically. His eyes were full of crazed murderous intent and hatred. His cultivation of nearly three hundred years had actually been crippled by Mo Wen with a kick. No one could accept this. Also, in the ancient martial art world, the strong were respected. Without cultivation, he would definitely end up in a tragic state.
"You seem to be talking about when the Blood Evil Temple will let me off."
Mo Wen laughed coldly. From the moment the Blood Evil Temple deliberately targeted the Dafang Sect, he knew that there was most likely no good will between them. Lord Merciless most likely had a high status in the Blood Evil Temple.
After crippling Yang Zonglin, Mo Wen looked at the other four ancient martial art practitioners from the Blood Evil Temple. The four of them were also Infinite Powerhouses and had all comprehended the path of profound meaning. Of course, only Yang Zonglin had comprehended the fledgling stage of profound meaning.
The difference between the fledgling stage of profound meaning and the path of profound meaning was also immeasurable.
"We admit defeat. We admit defeat." The ancient martial art practitioners from the Blood Evil Temple were so scared that their faces turned pale. They did not dare to look at Mo Wen at all. They simply admitted defeat, afraid that they would be torn apart by Mo Wen if they were any slower. Yang Zonglin had learned his lesson. An ancient martial art practitioner who had comprehended the fledgling stage of profound meaning had been crippled. Anyone would be scared out of their wits.
"You all know your place," Mo Wen said plainly. Originally, he had not intended to let the four of them off. However, since they had already admitted defeat, it was not appropriate for him to continue attacking. After all, this was not a battlefield where he could kill wantonly.
"Little brother, you are so powerful." Gu Jingman stood at the side, smiling sweetly as she clapped her hands. Her voice was so sweet that it seemed as if she was proud of him.
Mo Wen felt that the ball of fire hidden in his body had been ignited by Gu Jingman's coquettish voice. He had no choice but to circulate his Yin Yang Qi and convert it into Yin Qi to suppress the evil fire. He secretly cursed the little vixen.
"The esoteric rule of fire has appeared, the esoteric rule of water has appeared, and the fledgling stage of profound meaning of wind has appeared. I wonder if he has comprehended other fledgling stages of profound meaning …"
Mo Qingge's lips curled into a smile. Although she knew that it was very easy to comprehend the law of the Heavenly Path in the primeval space, Mo Wen's ability to comprehend so many fledging stages of profound meaning in such a short period of time was not simple.
When Mo Wen had unleashed his movement technique just now, others might not have known, but he could not have hidden it from her. He had integrated the power of the fledgling stage of profound meaning of wind. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to have such astonishing speed with just the Glory of Wind alone. (To be continued.)
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