Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 36: Chapter 22: The End_3

Translator: 549690339

Gang Qi condensed into form, retracted into the body, and under layers of compression, quantitative change led to qualitative change. It gathered at the young man’s Dantian, resembling the nascent sun—lacking dazzling brilliance but containing boundless potential.

But just as the limits of concentration were reached, on the brink of success…

“Pfft!”

The young man’s body trembled, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and the solid-formed Gang Qi in his Dantian, pushed to the extreme, suddenly dispersed, coursing through his limbs and body, seeping through flesh and skin to burst into a mist of blood.

“Bang!”

The young man’s body fell heavily to the ground, causing the cliff to shake, fracturing it with innumerable cracks.

The young man sat in silence for a long time without speaking, only after a while did he open his eyes, the bloodstains and tattered clothes all vaporized from his body, vanishing like smoke.

Afterward, the young man did not stand up; instead, he raised his hand and beckoned.

“Ancestor Emperor!” “Master!”

“Patriarch!”

Immediately, figures flew through the air one after another, landing behind the young man to perform deep bows in reverence. The young man, without turning around, simply said, “Rise.”

“Yes!”

The crowd dared not disobey and stood up in unison, their expressions tense as they looked at the young man, the cracked cliff, and the fresh blood on the ground.

In the end, it was an old man in a bright yellow robe who took the lead and asked, “Ancestor Emperor, what happened?”

“I failed!”

Xu Yang shook his head and muttered, “In the critical moment of condensing Gang Qi and forming the elixir, it’s about the spirit—the spirit controls the body, the body channels the Qi, converting Qi into Gang, holding the elixir in the field. My train of thought was correct, but the power of the Divine Soul is not like the force of Qi Blood; its growth is very difficult. My spiritual power was insufficient to control the Gang Qi, and in the end, I fell short of success.”

After speaking, Xu Yang finally turned around to face the people and said, “Therefore, above True Gang, the fourth realm should be Divine Gang. We must find a way to strengthen the power of the Divine Soul, transform it from intangible to tangible, to effectively control the Gang Qi and step into the fifth realm—forming the elixir!” “Divine Gang?”

“Forming the elixir?”

The crowd paused, filled with a keen interest, and several older members eagerly stepped forward: “Patriarch, is this the path for the Martial Path henceforth

“No, this is just my current conjecture. Whether it can be achieved still requires us to walk the path step by step.”

Xu Yang shook his head, looking at the people with a smile out of the blue: “The rest is up to you!”

“This…”

As supernaturally gifted individuals, they immediately sensed something and looked at Xu Yang with disbelief and uncertainty: “Patriarch?”

Without further ado, their hearts skipped a beat, and they all knelt down, their eyes filled with sadness and fear.

Xu Yang smiled calmly and said, “I am going to die!”

“This…” “Ancestor Emperor!”

“Master!”

With those words, the crowd was even more terrified, uncertain of what to do.

Xu Yang shook his head and said calmly, “All human effort is limited, and life has an end. This is the natural order of things; there’s no need for sorrow.”

“Patriarch…”

Although he said this, the crowd could not hide their grief, with some weeping openly on the ground.

Xu Yang paid them no heed and continued, “The water that bears the boat is the same that swallows it up. The burden is now passed to you—live up to it!”

With that, regardless of how the people reacted, he closed his eyes, and a luminous glow rose from within his body, dispersing, with all signs of life swiftly waning.

“Sigh!”

The crowd was momentarily stunned, not yet recovered when a gust of wind blew by, scattering everything, carrying it off with the wind.

“Ancestor Emperor! ”

“Master!”

Martial Chronicle: In the year 1723 of the Era, the 217th year of Great Zhou

Heavenly Martial, on June 28, the Martial Ancestor Li Qing Shan, on the East Sea shore, atop the Heavenly Martial Cliff, shattered the void, and ascended in broad daylight, thus becoming the progenitor of the world, the Martial Path True Immortal!

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