Capítulo 1300: Chapter 140: Endless Accumulation of Destiny, Calamity and Heavenly Punishnt
What exactly is the so-called life?
So say it’s the soul and the body.
So say it’s spiritual perception and essence qi.
So say it’s innate origins and acquired form.
So say it’s the nature from the Dao and the limitations from the heavens.
An Jing’s understanding of “nature” runs deep. Nature is not rely the soul’s immortality; it’s not that superficial… It’s a kind of immortal and indestructible essence, nad ‘true nature’. Innate clarity, moral conscience, pure freedom, and unrestrained primordial spirit all stem from it.
An Jing transford his soul into the spirit of Cave Heaven, thus transcending acquired contamination, achieving the ‘path of nature’, and his soul naturally gained effortless immortality.
But what about “destiny”?
Is it rely getting stronger?
rely heaping up?
rely constantly compressing, rging, making steel more steel, heaping up mass continuously, thereby becoming denser, rging into a nature that transcends the essence of matter—a kind of phase, a kind of blackness, a kind of profoundness, an endless end.
That might indeed be one path, leading to the ultimate path of destiny.
But that’s not what An Jing seeks.
He searches not for pure “power”.
But a kind of “beauty”.
Perfect matter, a perfect body.
Transcending imperfect humanity.
Then ascending to the essence of the “Dao”—”Dao Becoming Flesh”.
At this mont, An Jing retracts his fist.
His arm shatters, lts, and even vaporizes, disappearing.
Even the charred traces spread to the shoulder, chest, and even the whole body.
The power of Sun Candle Day is still too strong, even the Holy Manifestation doesn’t want to take it head on, even though An Jing’s power at that mont was not inferior to the Holy Manifestation, he was still injured because of it.
But so what?
An Jing raises his arm, now only left with half an upper arm, Tai Shi Yuan Evil flows, light of Seven Luminaries shines, surrounding.
Imdiately, at the upper arm bone stump, tiny tallic threads extend out, then intersect, rge, forming the structure of a skeleton, a thin mbrane of flesh covers it, flesh and blood derive, marrow fills in, a hundred bones reshaped.
In just a few breaths’ ti, as rust-like debris continuously falls from An Jing’s body, the charred traces spreading over his body are quickly disappearing, and the beast that had vanished is regenerating, reappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
With pure physical strength, directly defeating the Manifested Saint Ancestor Spirit.
With pure life force, healing the wounds caused by the Holy Manifestation.
If other heaven’s chosen need to use various trump cards, or even invoke the power of ancestral heavenly venerate to manifest divine power.
Then, An Jing doesn’t need to.
Because he himself is.
“Feels… pretty good.”
Softly mumbling to himself, An Jing’s body is flawless at this mont, crystal clear, like jade, like a crystal.
He raises his hand, through a thin layer of newly regenerated, as if nonexistent epidermis, clearly seeing beneath it, the veins and blood vessels distributed in a golden ratio perfect form, with Tai Shi Yuan Evil slowly flowing through them, colorlessly brilliant yet reflecting seven-colored rainbow light with every pulse.
The transparency quickly disappears.
This is an absolutely perfect body.
If affected by force, it will contract and then rebound, majestically, unshakeably.
If cut by a blade, it will split then catch, clutching firmly, unmovably.
If struck by a blunt object, it will diffuse then unload force, stable as a stake, immovable.
If pierced by a drill, it will twist then shred, turning like a mill, unstoppable.
It’s both tal and flesh; both steel and artifact. It’s ever-changing, continuously adapting; perfect yet imperfect, transforming into any form according to the martial artist’s need, applying force in any thod, for destruction or salvation.
It can be a god or a demon; such is the perfect body.
[Path of Destiny]
“Achieving true personhood is rely foundational.”
Moving his gaze from his own arm, An Jing steps forward.
He walks towards the struggling Sun Candle Day, yet his voice still echoes between heaven and earth, clearly reaching the ears of every loser: “Just like a child just born, still needing to grow and strengthen.”
“Is one progress enough for your thoughts and thinking?”
His voice, calm yet carrying a deafening power, interrogates the heart of every heaven’s chosen present.
“If you’re rely satisfied with breaking tiles, then it’s impossible one day to break steel.”
“If you’re rely satisfied with one transformation, then ultimately, you only beco a giant baby from an infant.”
“You do have various ans, nearing Holy Manifestation, but fundantally, you still haven’t understood this world.”
An Jing’s gaze sweeps across this battlefield he personally reshaped, with a hint of emotion in his voice: “This world has no demonic qi, the great dao clear and primitive, ancestral divine beasts are so strong, yet the divine beasts of later generations so weak. Doesn’t this tell us, we can be as strong as these ancestral divine beasts, even stronger?”
“Even the heavenly dao is granting us favor, stripping us of our innate fate patterns—yet we are Huai Xu people, spirit roots are aningless.”
“Deprived of everything, nothing remains to be stripped… hence, we are no longer defined, no longer constrained… We are free!”
“Stripping of fate patterns is not weakening, but granting!”
“Why still use those second-hand things shrouded by the heavenly dao?”
At this mont, Sun Candle Day struggles to its feet.
It feels an unprecedented threat, one sufficient to utterly erase it, terminating its eternal reincarnation!
Yet for so reason, it vaguely feels a hint of joy.
A joy sourced from the true essence, that scaled, joy.
At this instant, Sun Candle Day begins to transform, becoming an egg, gathering all the solar power of Zhaolin Realm, its divine flas condensing at this mont, compressing to the extre, transforming itself into a blazing white light sphere as if capable of incinerating eternity and evaporating ti and space.
This is its ultimate move, the last radiance of the Sun.
However, An Jing is indifferent. He even stops his steps and poses.
“Everyone, cast aside those things, use your own reality to observe the world, to understand the world, make yourself stronger!”
——Then, co challenge again, let your power also beco my power!
As the words fall, An Jing gathers all his power.
His martial arts will ascends to an unprecedented peak at this mont. Immortal Path, Martial Arts, Feather Transformation Dao, three types of power, three types of understanding, along with all his previous battle insights, fuse into one.
The life-taking sword in his hand condenses once again.
But this ti, the life-taking sword is no longer of Xuan red color.
It becos transparent, as if nonexistent, like a pure ‘principle’.
Then, this invisible sword rges into An Jing’s flesh.
It carries An Jing’s desire to create, in this mont, at this place, a new immortal industry.
[Destiny Accumulates Boundlessly, Power Source Inexhaustible]
Punch is sword, sword is punch!
Right now, An Jing throws a punch!
At the very mont Sun Candle Day launches the blazing white light sphere, he also throws his punch.
[Descent Tribulation·Celestial Punishnt]
The phantom of Heavenly Sword flashes by.
——The past inheres the present, the future bears the chastisent; take heaven’s tribulation, punish sins past!
The older, the more decayed, the more unaltered, the easier it is to encounter celestial punishnt.
Because amongst all things in the Complete Circuit, only change is unchanging, corruption’s unchanging is wrong, hence deserving of [punishnt]!
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