High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 103 - 96: Destruction Before Rebirth (Triple Merge)

Chen Kuang’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he exhaled a long breath that almost condensed into a visible white line of air mid-air.

A White Lotus Mark faintly appeared on his forehead.

At the sa ti, all the muscles and skin on his body began to writhe, as if countless entangled branches were trying to break out from beneath his skin, sowhat alarming.

However, this was not a bad thing, but rather sothing everyone dread of.

An extraordinary phenonon that occurs only when breaking through the Innate Realm — rebirth!

The Innate is called Innate because it involves cultivating a breath of "Innate Qi," filling the gaps in the postnatal physical body and returning to an immaculate innate state.

This so-called breath of "Innate Qi" refers to the first layer among the three realms of the Innate — Primal Power.

The well-known aning of Primal Power is that once entering this realm, the power becos incessant, striking out a force, which then feeds back a wisp continuously, seemingly endless.

But originally, it ant "primordial."

Only from the Innate stage can one be said to have truly crossed the first threshold of a cultivator, opening a gap between oneself and ordinary people.

As Chen Kuang’s entire body’s skin, flesh, and ridians writhed, the rough skin filled with calluses and old scars began to shed, replaced by smooth, fair new skin.

This was only an external change; the internal transformation was even more earth-shattering.

From this mont, his body was as good as renewed.

Thus, among cultivators, there’s also a saying that stepping into the Innate is equivalent to being nurtured anew by heaven and earth.

From now on, worldly ties with relatives beco irrelevant to this reborn body, severing earthly attachnts.

But... Chen Kuang’s passive "Wind Tree Mutual Dependency" remained unchanged.

This shows that such a saying is rely a rumor fabricated by so to sever relationships with mundane family ties.

Soon, a thick layer of filth accumulated around Chen Kuang, and a faint golden glow vaguely covered his skin.

From a distance, he looked like a golden statue, solemn and dignified.

The White Lotus Mark between his eyebrows solidified for a mont, the phantom of white lotus petals blooming, turning all the filth into dust and scattering them with a gust, his robe suddenly billowing.

Afterward, the peculiar phenona on the young man’s body gradually settled down, the golden light retracting, and the white lotus slowly disappearing.

"Hoo..."

Chen Kuang lowered his eyes and stood up, his black hair casually flowing down his back, and his softened facial features becoming increasingly handso, his entire deanor utterly relaxed.

No matter from which angle others looked at him, they would feel the young man was as solid as an impregnable iron wall, with almost no flaws.

Chen Kuang’s spirit and body rged into one, his gaze effortless, seemingly able to perceive the eyes of others at any mont, ready to respond at any ti.

Of course, this was rely an illusion born from an overly keen intuition, perhaps perceived as such by soone of equal cultivation level.

But in reality, for cultivators of higher levels, they’d find he wasn’t flawless; rather, his aura surpassed his cultivation level, making people subconsciously feel this person had no flaws.

His divine light spilled out, his energy brimming, signifying a cultivator at their peak state.

Chen Kuang moved his body slightly and could feel the Spiritual Qi within him vibrant, flowing through his flesh and ridians, causing a gentle warmth all over.

This slightly tense state was precisely the one able to stimulate the adrenaline.

Chen Kuang silently extended his hand, only to see it slightly tremble, so he slowly clenched his fist, with muscles on his arm displaying smooth and solid lines, veins bulging, full of latent power.

Yet his trembling did not cease, but rather beca more pronounced, like a spring compressed to its limit.

It was tension and excitent.

Since just now, a "premonition" had been sending him strong warnings.

It was like a piercing alarm resounding in his mind, growing louder, now even causing him a headache, his temples throbbing.

"One... two, three..."

Chen Kuang murmured: "Not just a few, it should exceed the situation when evading the Three Tribulations Sect’s search; so many have co this ti!"

He curled the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were icy: "The Martial Saint Pavilion went all out to uproot soone as insignificant as !"

Chen Kuang turned his head, the Little Princess still lay quietly on the bed as if peacefully slumbering in her dreams.

But only Chen Kuang at this mont knew that, within the illusion, he was going through one death after another with the Little Princess.

However, he endeavored to trigger the reiteration primarily through his own death, as each of these deaths was actually deliberately caused by him; letting the Little Princess bear the burden of reincarnation seed sowhat inhumane.

Deaths in the illusion were almost as real as reality.

Much like facing Huo Hengxuan’s "killing intent" back then.

The accumulated negative emotions from this were naturally incredibly real as well...

Yet, after paying such a heavy price, the gains were equally substantial.

At this mont, beneath Chen Kuang’s vision.

The status bar continued to refresh its entries, passives popping up one after another, the speed astonishingly fast.

However, most of these passives were "routine" passives.

That is, useful in daily life, or passives with long activation durations.