Taoist meridians were the foundation of cultivation.
This' Dao 'was not the Dao of Daoism, but the Dao of the Great Dao. No matter if it was Buddhism, Confucianism, Art of War, Mo You, or any other school of xiuzhe, the first path of cultivation was to manifest their Dao meridians.
In ancient times, the so-called cultivation seeds were those who were born with Dao meridians. However, the human race did not determine one's life based on talent. The Meridian Unlocking Pill was one of the ways to resolve the issue of cultivation aptitude.
Borrowing the power of the pill to manifest the human body's Dao Meridians. It can also release the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish the body. Qi and blood flowed back, nurturing Dao Energy and stepping onto the path of cultivation.
Speaking of which, compared to Zuo Guanglie's equipment that had been destroyed by the explosion, the Meridian Unlocking Pill should not be considered precious.
But to this poor beggar, this was the only key to unlock the treasures of the human body.
Throughout the ages, the only way to survive was to die, and to beg for Heaven's grace when he reached the end of the road!
Now, the beggar grasped the key to his hope.
He was so pious.
He used his trembling hands to hold the jade bottle, and with his trembling lips aimed at the mouth of the bottle, he tilted his head back!
Next to him was a silent and broken monastery. In the distance were the corpses of a group of beggars. Next to him were pieces of flesh and bones.
At this moment, the sun was setting and the clouds on the horizon had dispersed. The corpses were strewn across the field, while the sick beggar swallowed the pill.
The Meridian Unlocking Pill rolled onto the tip of his tongue and turned into a warm current that flowed down his throat, spreading throughout his limbs and bones.
The beggar closed his eyes. At this moment, thousands of images flashed through his mind.
Study hard in winter and summer, practice swordsmanship in spring and autumn.
Hunting down thieves and killing bandits.
In the end, he walked down from the West Mountain, where the bandits gathered, alone with a sword. He was covered in blood.
Only then did he get a Meridian Unlocking Pill.
How many years had it taken him to get close to the Transcendent World?
He did his best, he struggled all the time, how did he get to this point?
Her mother died early, and her father, who died of illness, almost used up the last of the family's wealth.
He was alone, and he was his own pillar of support.
He had entered the Dao Academy through the Middle School Entrance Exam, and was the best in the Outer Yard where competition was fierce. Only then did he finally grab the key to becoming a transcendent for the first time.
However, the Meridian Unlocking Elixir was taken away by the person he trusted the most.
Poison, surround, and kill.
He risked his life to fight his way out. In order to avoid being searched, he blended into the crowd of beggars.
He wanted to wait for an opportunity, but his body could no longer hold on.
He grew weaker and weaker until he could only lie hopelessly on the pile of straw, waiting for death.
He had dragged his sickly body out to search for the battlefield because he had a heart that refused to give up. He had never expected to find a Meridian Unlocking Pill!
As for why someone as strong as Zuo Guanglie would have a Meridian Unlocking Pill on him, no one knew the reason behind it.
But the story of the beggar continued because of this.
Nothing could be more unpredictable than this.
The beggar returned to his senses and felt the indescribable changes in his body.
He could feel the warm energy emanating from every corner of his body. It was "swimming" through his body in a way that he couldn't understand before finally gathering at his spine.
This process was slow and clear.
After an unknown period of time, a weak force rose from his tailbone and went up along his spine. It felt like there was an earthworm swimming against the current of the river.
This process was very difficult, but the warm energy coming from every part of his body was constantly relying on it … The "little earthworm" finally swam through the long journey, passing through the spine and rushing straight to the top of his head!
A miracle happened.
He seemed to see light in his body.
Warmth radiated from every corner of his body.
He no longer felt cold, weak, or painful.
Since his Taoist meridian had appeared, his vitality was nourished.
The beggar opened his eyes, which were bright and full of spirit.
He felt that his body was full of energy. He finally controlled his fate again!
His Taoist meridian had appeared. Although the true spirit of his Taoist meridian was only a small Earth Dragon of the lowest level, it also meant that he could officially enter the path of Transcendence.
Flying in the sky and burrowing into the earth were no longer unreachable dreams!
One day, Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, and even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi … These famous people could do what they could do, so could he!
…
The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of minced meat at his feet.
Life stared at death. The beginning connected to the end.
He buried Zuo Guanglie and those beggars outside the dilapidated temple. Although his Taoist meridian was full of energy, he didn't finish until the moon was high in the sky.
This was a small matter that might be useless, but it was the principle that he practiced.
Although those beggars chose to abandon him when danger came, they didn't abandon him in the wilderness when he was dying. Although they couldn't ask for medicine for him, they at least gave him some water to drink.
Based on this, as long as it was within his power, they should be buried in peace. They wouldn't have to suffer in this life and be helpless in the next life.
People believed that only when they were buried could they be at peace. Only in the vast and merciful embrace of the earth could the dead soul rest in peace.
Finally, the beggar stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's grave.
"The one who buried you was not a nobody. He was from Maplewood City, Qinghe County, Zhuang State …" The beggar stood in front of the small grave under the moonlight. He was dirty and his hands were dirty, but he straightened his back and said his name calmly, "Jiang Wang."
A tiger was not a scholar, but it had the aura of eating cows.
"You didn't die in a nameless place. This place is called Huanzhen Temple. Although the words on the plaque are hard to read and the name is unknown, it will be known by the world because of you! "
After saying this, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed seriously, "May your spirit in heaven be able to rest in peace."
This bow was not only because of the Meridian Unlocking Pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of the compassion, magnanimity, and bravery he showed.
A person like Zuo Guanglie deserved any respect.
It was a full moon tonight. The bright moonlight shone on the new grave.
There seemed to be a faint breeze blowing.
Jiang Wang saw spots of silver light floating out of Zuo Guanglie's grave. They rose slowly in the moonlight and gathered into a small, silver crescent moon. It floated above the new grave. It was within Jiang Wang's reach, appearing mysterious and noble.
"This is …"
Jiang Wang was blessed with good fortune.
He reached out and grabbed the silver crescent moon.
Everything went black.
In the almost endless darkness, a gentle voice sounded. This voice seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth and the mystery of the Great Way. It was refreshing to hear.
"Welcome, master of the blessed land of Trueness Cave Ruins!"
In the next instant, a speck of light appeared. Countless specks of light appeared.
Countless specks of light obscured his field of vision. When Jiang Wang regained his vision, he saw a resplendent river of stars surging in the vast darkness before him!
And in front of the river of stars, a youth was floating.
This person's eyes were clear and bright. His nose was high and straight. His expression was so gentle that it seemed harmless. Only his slightly pursed lips revealed a trace of stubbornness. Besides a Daoist robe of unknown material, he had no other ornaments on his body.
Jiang Wang was stunned.
Because this youth was himself. Although his clothes were different and much cleaner than his current situation, how could he not recognize himself?
And he was currently "looking" at himself from an angle that he could not understand for the time being, in a non-visual sense.
"Insufficient Dao essence feedback. Nineteen seals on the Dao Development Platform."
That gentle voice sounded again in the vast starry sky.
"Eighteen seals on the Dao Development Platform."
… …
"Two seals on the Dao Development Platform."
Every time this sentence appeared, the river of stars in front of him dimmed a little.
Jiang Wang tried to understand everything that he had observed, and then he heard:
"Third grade Sword Discourse Arena seal."
"Fourth grade Sword Discourse Arena seal."
Just like before, it continued until "Eighth grade Sword Discourse Arena seal" before it stopped.
Jiang Wang did not understand the meaning of this, but he thought that it was related to his low strength. The so-called "master of the blessed land of the True Cave Ruins" should be Zuo Guanglie and not him.
At the same time, he observed a line of words that he had never seen floating in his field of vision.
These words were completely different from the words of the Zhuang Kingdom that he had learned. They were extremely unfamiliar to him, but he could clearly perceive the meaning of these words.
"Merit: 1850 points."
While Jiang Wang was pondering, the self that he "saw" suddenly took a step forward and merged with him.
This process was so short that it could almost be omitted. Jiang Wang moved his arms and legs, and everything was as he wished. In this mysterious world, he finally had some sort of physical body.
And in the next moment, the stars in the vast void suddenly surged, and an entire resplendent river of stars rushed towards him!
He was submerged in the river of stars.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning of passing. When Jiang Wang came back to his senses, he had already appeared in a space filled with dense immortal energy. At the same time, a lot of information flowed through his mind.
This was the world of the Great Illusionary Land. The blessed land of the True Cave Ruins that he was in was wrapped in this world.
The silver crescent moon that he grabbed was called the Virtual Key, and it was the key to enter this place. It borrowed the power of the moon star to pull the host's spiritual consciousness into the Great Illusionary Land.
Everything here was realistic. Other than not causing any harm to the host's physical body, everything was no different from reality.
The Dao Development Stage was the place to deduce cultivation methods and Dao techniques. The consumption required to deduce was "merit".
The Sword Discourse Arena was dedicated to shuttling through the Great Illusionary Land and comparing skills with other cultivators.
The production of "merit" mostly came from battle. In a battle of the same level, the victory would add merit, and the defeat would deduct merit. Challenging someone of a higher level would have a corresponding bonus.
Other than this, there were also some other methods. For example, the corresponding blessed land of the blessed land would regularly produce "merit".
Among the seventy-two blessed lands, the Eastern Sea Mountain blessed land, which was ranked the lowest, produced one hundred merit per month. For the lower thirty-six blessed lands, every level up would increase their merit by ten. For the upper thirty-six blessed lands, every level up would increase their merit by one hundred.
The blessed land of the True Cave Ruins that Zuo Guanglie occupied was ranked twenty-third, and could produce 1850 merit per month.
This was Jiang Wang's current resource.
Although he was not clear about the specific effects, Jiang Wang could already hear his own intense heartbeat.
This place … this place!
This world of the brilliant galaxy seemed to be hiding a huge secret.
Just the Dao Development Stage and the Sword Discourse Arena that it displayed unfolded a vast and surging world.
To deduce the Dao in the blessed land and discuss the sword in the galaxy, how magnificent!
And before today, Jiang Wang had not even heard of its name.
His emotions surged, and it was difficult to calm down. Until he cast his gaze on the phantom of a sundial and saw this line of words:
The owner of the blessed land will accept the challenge of the owner of the blessed land's twenty-four green jade altars in fifteen days.
Failure will result in demotion.
The five words were as black as ink, and each word was as heavy as a thousand catties.
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