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Chapter 333 - Chapter 333 Birth of Martial Artists in the Spirit World

Chapter 333 Birth of Martial Artists in the Spirit World (

In the Spirit World, there were only mortals.

So naturally, there were no immortal arts to move mountains and fill seas, and no cultivators riding swords to fly.

This war returned to its most primitive form — a contest of iron and blood.

The heavy armored infantry of Blue Mist City lined up on the riverbank, their bronze shields gleaming with cold light under the sun. The archers of Red Rock City lay in ambush within the reed thickets, the arrowheads smeared with juice extracted from poisonous herbs.

"Loose arrows!"

The rain of arrows covered the sky and obscured the sun, but it was blown off course by a sudden gale just before hitting. This was not any kind of spell, but the dense spiritual energy of the Spirit World flowing naturally.

"Charge!"

At the instant the two armies collided, everyone discovered an anomaly. The soldiers' muscles were stronger than in their memories, and the sound of wind brought about by waving swords was even more piercing. A soldier pierced through the abdomen by a spear actually stood up again three days later.

"This is not normal....."

The army doctor looked at the rapidly healing wound and muttered to himself.

The battlefield is forever the cruelest classroom. A soldier from Red Rock City named Li Shan suddenly had an epiphany at a critical moment of life and death.

When he was besieged by three enemies, he instinctively imitated the breathing of a mountain tiger he had once observed.

"Huu—Haa—"

With every breath, he felt a heat current flowing through his meridians. His fists suddenly became heavy and powerful, and he smashed an enemy's shield with a single punch.

"It is Qi!"

Li Shan excitedly told his companions after the battle, "In the air we breathe, there is power!"

This news spread like wildfire. Soon, soldiers of both armies began attempting to adjust the rhythm of their breathing during the intervals of slaughter.

Some imitated the breathing of swimming fish, some learned the rhythm of flying birds.

The war lasted for a full three years.

When the final battle ended, the surviving soldiers had all mastered a special method of breathing.

They discovered that through a specific rhythm of breathing, they could guide spiritual energy to strengthen their bodies.

The remnants of Blue Mist City called this method the "Green Breath Technique," while the survivors of Red Rock City named it the "Red Practice Skill."

Although the names were different, the essence was what later generations called — Inner Strength.

The Spirit River was ultimately divided into two, and tall boundary markers were erected on both banks.

But what this war left behind was not merely the seeds of hatred.

Those breathing methods comprehended between life and death were quietly changing the future of the Spirit World.

The river water still flowed quietly, reflecting the newly built martial arts halls on both banks.

There, a new generation of young people was learning how to turn spiritual energy to their own use.

No one knew where this would lead the Spirit World.

...

Under the sky of the Spirit World, a brand new power was rewriting the rules of this land.

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and shone on the training grounds of the Azure Wave Sect, thirty disciples were already practicing fist techniques in perfect unison.

Every punch carried the sound of breaking air, and amidst the stirring of the fist wind, they actually caused sandbags three zhang away to shake incessantly.

"Ha!"

The leading martial artist let out a loud shout, his twin fists like a flood dragon going out to sea, actually blasting a half-human-height bluestone to pieces. Amidst the flying gravel, the watching crowd let out bursts of exclamations.

Such scenes were becoming increasingly common in various parts of the Spirit World.

In Cold Mountain City of the Northern Territory, a thin youth was kneeling in the snow, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab.

"I beg Master to accept me as a disciple!"

He had already knelt here for three days and three nights.

The Sect Master of the Cold Mountain Sect, Mo Tianfeng, stood under the eaves, his snow-white beard fluttering in the wind.

He gave a light sigh, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, the youth was already lifted up by a gentle force.

"To be able to persist for three days in this cold snow, this perseverance is indeed rare."

Mo Tianfeng tapped the center of the youth's brow with his fingertip, "It depends on your fortune."

A stream of cold air flowed into the youth's meridians along the fingertip, and the youth shook violently but grit his teeth to endure it.

Three days later, when he executed the Cold Mountain Sect's "Snow Shadow Leg" for the first time, his whole body turned into a white shadow, and he kicked the plum tree in the courtyard to pieces.

...

Inside the Azure Edge Pavilion near the sea of the Eastern Territory, a spar was being enacted.

Pavilion Master Liu Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back, watching two disciples exchanging moves on the sword platform.

Sword light was like lightning, and the figures of the two were so fast they almost turned into afterimages.

Suddenly, one person's sword stance changed, and seven cold stars bloomed from the sword tip; it was exactly the Azure Edge Pavilion's ultimate technique, "Seven Stars Reflecting Moon."

"Good!"

The watching crowd burst into cheers.

But before the cheers had fallen, the other disciple had already passed through the sword net like a swimming dragon, the sword tip stopping three inches from his opponent's throat.

Liu Wuchen nodded slightly: "The Sword Dao emphasizes the mind and intent, not the moves."

At the same time, in the Severing Mountain Sect of the Western Territory where yellow sand filled the sky, a more intense contest was underway.

Sect Master Tie Kuangdao held a Nine-Ringed Great Blade and was dueling a master from the Azure Wave Sect who had come to challenge the dojo.

Sword light was like a waterfall, fist wind was like thunder, and the air waves produced by their exchange rolled up the surrounding sand and rocks several zhang high.

"Satisfying!"

Amidst loud laughter, Tie Kuangdao's blade stance suddenly changed. Amidst the ringing of the nine rings, a blade energy three zhang long broke through the air, plowing a deep gash into the ground. Although the Azure Wave Sect master resisted with fist strength, he was still shaken back over ten steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

...

At the summit of the Martial Dao Peak in the center of the Spirit World, four sect masters had gathered together, a rare occurrence.

Azure Wave Sect Master Zhao Pojun stroked the carvings on the stone tablet and said in a deep voice: "When we founded our sects back then, how could we have ever thought the Martial Dao would develop to today's level."

Cold Mountain Sect's Mo Tianfeng gazed at the sea of clouds, thoughtful: "The power of martial artists is already beyond what mortals can achieve. But where exactly should the Martial Dao lead to?"

Azure Edge Pavilion's Liu Wuchen lightly stroked his sword tassel: "The Martial Dao should not stop at slaughter. If one can enter the Dao through martial arts, perhaps... it can lead to a more distant place..."

"Hahaha!"

Tie Kuangdao's heroic laughter interrupted his words, "Who cares about what Dao or not, if you can fight, it's good martial arts!"

The four looked at each other and smiled, but they were all secretly pondering in their hearts.

They had another sentence hidden at the bottom of their hearts, but no one spoke it out.

As their internal strength deepened, they discovered their bodies became better and better. Even when they reached the age where ordinary people were aged and dying, their bodies were still no different from young people.

The peak of the Martial Dao, could it be — Longevity!?

They did not know clearly at this moment, but they knew that the era of martial artists had only just begun.

And the fate of the Spirit World was quietly changing in the hands of this group of people who mastered a new power.

Down the mountain, countless young people were piously kneeling toward the Martial Dao Peak.

Desire burned in their eyes as they dreamed that one day they could also become martial artists who flew over eaves and walked on walls, splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

The sky of the Spirit World remained azure blue, but the story on this land had already opened a brand new chapter.

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