Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563: Harmonization thod
Knowing the truth, many tis, does not always an a good thing.
Especially knowing that one’s world is just a testing ground for experints conducted by ‘Immortals’ from the outside.
After hearing He Ao describe the form of existence of the Martial Arts World, the elder fell into a long silence.
He Ao did not disturb him but stood up and walked to the erected stele, quietly gazing at the three steles.
These three steles seed to have been set up not long ago, and the surrounding area was also cleared. Although they did not present the magnificent scene of dense forests of monunts in the future, they already had the beginnings of a shape.
At this mont, a long sigh ca from behind He Ao.
He Ao turned around and saw the elder bowing deeply towards him, “Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your enlightennt.”
He Ao was slightly taken aback, not knowing how to respond. He extended his hand to support the elder, “No need for such formality, sir.”
“Thank you, Mr. Xie.” The elder did not refuse He Ao’s support and, looking at He Ao’s youthful face, slowly sat back down on the chair.
After a mont of silence, he took out a thread-bound book from his chest, “The incomplete and worn places, nothing of special wealth, just my lifelong work ‘Harmonization thod,’ perhaps it can repay the kindness of enlightennt.”
He Ao raised his sight, noticing the elder’s weary deanor, but it wasn’t too severe—perhaps a rest would allow him to recover.
The elder had already calmly accepted the world’s demise, the world’s incompleteness was not sothing without resistance.
Perhaps he had sensed it long ago; otherwise, he would not have pondered over the thod of breaking through the world.
It was precisely because of this realization that He Ao could naturally tell the truth of this world to the elder in front of him.
However, the elder was a bit affected, speaking a little more ornately, which He Ao didn’t imdiately understand at first.
Thinking about the martial arts expert who left spoken words in the ruins seed to have the sa style.
Perhaps those who cultivate martial arts all have a bit of this flavor.
He looked at the Harmonization thod the elder handed over. After a brief pause, he accepted it.
Then he slowly opened it. Compared to the elder’s words, the book was much easier to understand, mainly illustrations, with so explanatory content.
He Ao had already experienced looking at the Breathing Skill stele before, so he could roughly understand so of the content, encountering parts he didn’t understand, especially the textual parts.
He Ao, without hesitation, flipped through the book and directly asked.
The original author was right there; if he still guessed the aning, he’d be seriously counterproductive.
The elder, facing He Ao’s questions, did not refuse; instead, he gave a detailed explanation on certain details to He Ao.
However, He Ao quickly comprehended, even if there were things he didn’t understand; after one or two explanations, he got it, sotis even debating so points with the elder.
After several tis, the elder’s eyes gradually filled with light as he looked at He Ao.
The fatigued expression disappeared completely.
“The core of this Harmonization thod is not ‘Harmonization,’ but Propagation,” He Ao closed the book in his hand, looking at the elder in front of him,
“Spread one’s cultivation thod to the world, let everyone practice one’s thod, and then reshape the world’s rules through it. When all the world regards sothing as common sense, it shares a similarity with fundantal laws, equivalent to artificially creating a ‘rule,’ or ‘Dao.’
“Through this, one can harmonize with the world in terms of mysticism, attempting to align one’s divine sense to Heaven, gradually completing the fusion of oneself with the world.”
He Ao placed the book on the stone table and sighed, “This thod is sowhat ‘wondrous,’ but it is also limited to this realm. It would be difficult to implent beyond this world.”
This Harmonization thod is indeed creative, but it inherently has a fatal ‘flaw’—it’s constrained by world positioning.
The world positioning of the Martial Arts World is not high, so it’s possible to attempt harmonization as a mortal and rge with the world.
However, in the Main World or dungeon world, which can easily accommodate angels, mortals are far too insignificant relative to the world, making harmonization much more challenging.
Moreover, after ‘harmonization,’ one rges with the world, obtaining its power while also being restricted by it. Further growth becos even more difficult.
Nonetheless, purely from a conceptual perspective, this approach is quite pioneering, differing sowhat from He Ao’s traditional martial arts approach, even sowhat resembling a mystical ritual.
Hmm, a ritual…
“Propagation as foundation, the spirit as guide, the correspondence between Heaven and man, unite as one,” the elder sitting before He Ao said slowly, “This is the thod I hold, within this world, I can only find this approach.”
He looked at He Ao with sparkling eyes.
Through the previous conversation, he almost concluded that He Ao possesses a very high foundation in martial arts. Although what he mastered is a bit scattered, not like a proper martial arts legacy, his martial arts talent is top-notch, many tis he even felt enlightened by He Ao’s ‘perspectives.’
He looked at He Ao cautiously, “Did you cultivate my Breathing Skill?”
“Indeed,” He Ao admitted openly.
During the discussion with the elder just now, he had practically talked about many techniques of the Breathing Skill, and as the founder, the elder would inevitably have noticed this.
Moreover, through the conversation with the elder, He Ao not only deepened his understanding of the Harmonization thod but also the Breathing Skill, even his understanding of the divine sense was enhanced.
Although the upper limit of the Martial Arts World was locked, their many years of exploration of martial arts realms were not in vain.
And He Ao was a completely self-taught practitioner, with a total cultivation ti of just a few months, all based on one incomplete little book. Many of the elder’s explanations and techniques gave him a ‘that’s enlightening, it can be done this way?’ sensation.
“So, what do you think of my Breathing Skill?” Hearing He Ao’s response, the elder continued to ask.
“Very good,” He Ao nodded lightly, “but there’s actually room for improvent.”
When He Ao uttered the first part of the sentence, a smile spread across the elder’s face, but the next sentence made that smile freeze.
He Ao didn’t hesitate. He directly walked to the stele engraved with the Breathing Skill, saying, “For example, this energy circuit goes from the shoulder to the elbow to the wrist, using the circuit on the outside of the arm. The distance is short, but the energy absorption efficiency is not high. If you change it so that the energy flows through the circuit on the inside of the arm and circles around at the elbow, the energy utilization would be higher.”
“Mr. Xie, according to your theory, the Spiritual Energy’s path through the ridians increases by half, and the loss is incalculable,” the elder, already standing beside He Ao, expressed slight dissatisfaction, “isn’t that going out of the way?”
“You should try it,” He Ao glanced at the elder, without giving further explanation.
The elder didn’t hesitate either, taking a breath and activating the energy circuit. After a mont, he widened his eyes slightly, “The Spiritual Energy’s absorption doubled,”
Then he quickly realized, “The original path of the Spiritual Energy was surrounded by tangled ridians, though short, but the intertwining branches hindered its absorption.”
Now, his gaze towards He Ao had changed, and he pondered, “Mr. Xie, regarding your observations on my thod, what else is inadequate?”
He Ao directly raised his hand, pointing out several more issues, and the elder tried them one by one, his eyes growing ever brighter.
He cupped his hands to He Ao, “Never imagined, at this ti, I could still advance on the path, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Xie.”
“It’s just that our referenced cultivation systems differ,” He Ao shook his head, “my realizations co from another system.”
He placed his hand on the stele, “However, I think there’s still the biggest problem with this Breathing Skill.”
“Where?” The elder was slightly confused.
“Ordinary people can’t practice it,” He Ao stated directly, then facing the bewildered elder continued, “You didn’t have the chance to introduce energy until fifty, wasting your pri years. If there’s a cultivation thod that ordinary people can practice, one could even practice during breaks from farming, could you not enter the path earlier? Perhaps, it might even create a true Immortal thod, avoiding today’s predicant?”
The elder was stunned by He Ao’s words, bowing his head in contemplation, “What you say is true, Mr. Xie. The rudintary learning of this world’s martial arts requires the guidance of teachers.
“For mortals to introduce energy, unless one is exceptionally gifted or has a superb Energy Introduction thod to mimic and copy, there’s only a slight chance of success.”
He looked up at He Ao, “Do you have any ideas, Mr. Xie?”
He Ao did not hesitate and directly demonstrated the Basic Boxing Technique he had developed himself before.
“A good cultivation thod,” the elder’s eyes lit up, “broadens the path of spirit and familiarizes the body—this is indeed a thod suitable for mortals,”
At this, his speech paused, “However, even this thod has difficulties in introducing energy, with room for improvent, and even substantial enhancent.”
Hearing this, a smile curled at the corner of He Ao’s mouth.
Just waiting for this.
Elder, it’s ti to drop so wisdom.
He stepped forward, mimicking the elder’s tone, “Speak freely.”
Soon, the two engaged in a rapid exchange under the steles.
The sun and moon rise and fall, stars shift in the sky.
Perhaps because the opening was extrely small, the flow of ti in this history seed different from the outside. In just a breath of ti for He Ao’s main body, several hours had passed in this historical river.
He Ao and the elderly debated for seven days and seven nights, discussing everything from Energy Introduction (F-level) to the nurturing and control of the Divine Sense (B-level) in Refining God.
The elderly laid out all the martial arts knowledge he had seen in his life, while He Ao also presented the pages of his little book, debating with each other.
When their argunts reached the limit, they even controlled their strength to the level of a mortal, sparring a few tis, each winning and losing so.
During these argunts, He Ao’s martial arts knowledge and cultivation were greatly enhanced.
Many of the thods spoken of by the elderly opened He Ao’s eyes, especially the control of the Divine Sense and its impact on Heaven and Earth, opening a new world for He Ao. The elderly even had thods to forcibly accelerate cultivation through Divine Sense empowernt.
However, many thods were designed purely for martial arts practitioners and were sowhat incompatible with the Talent Sequences’ power, but they were generally referential.
By the end of the discussion, they had reached a point where there was nothing more to argue, even revisiting and debating the Harmonization thod once more.
Finally, He Ao could vaguely feel that he could no longer sustain that radiant fissure.
The ti flow differed, but it was not static.
He Ao ended his debate, and at this mont, he had a rough model in mind of a Basic Martial Arts Training thod suitable for mortals.
Within seven days, the grass by the stone crevice had sprouted, yet the two remained spirited.
“Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your teachings.” The elderly raised his hand, saluting He Ao.
He Ao also raised his hand, imitating the elderly’s gesture, cupping his hands in salute, “Thank you, sir, for your teachings.”
The two put down their hands, gazed at each other, and smiled.
“In these seven days, your teachings surpass my past seventy years,” the elderly sighed deeply, looking at He Ao with a smile, “To hear the Dao in the morning, it is acceptable to die in the evening; with this, I have no regrets.”
“The elder exaggerates.” He Ao shook his head slightly.
The knowledge the elderly shared far exceeded what he gave to the elderly.
“Hahaha,” the elderly did not continue the conversation but turned to look at the surrounding wilderness, “Were all the steles fully inscribed when you arrived, friend?”
“All were full.” He Ao answered slowly.
Upon hearing this, the elderly paused slightly and then laughed heartily, “Then I can die without regrets.”
These martial arts steles were the tombstones the elderly prepared for this world.
He raised his hand again, deeply saluting He Ao.
He Ao remained silent and returned the salute once more.
The elderly actually knew He Ao intended to establish a cultivation thod through debate.
But he not only helped He Ao improve the thought and content of the cultivation thod as much as possible but also, through argunt, ‘taught’ all he had learned to He Ao.
He Ao also understood what the elderly desired.
A path to immortality.
Even if not for himself, even if he could never see it again.
He hoped soone could tread that martial path to immortality.
He saw hope in He Ao and wished He Ao could successfully walk that path.
Accompanied by He Ao’s salute, the surrounding scenes swiftly changed.
The ti between heaven and earth rapidly flowed, like a historical river rushing forward.
The fissure opened in the brilliance was about to completely close.
He Ao still had one more thing to confirm.
Under the guidance of the Eternal Silence Mark’s power, his projected body swiftly traversed the historical river.
He saw the martial artists of this world go insane under the dreadful calamity of destruction.
He saw the elderly gathering martial artists and steles beside the monunt forest, asking them to carve their life’s ultimate techniques.
He saw the crack that spanned the sky growing larger and larger, nearly consuming the entire firmant.
He saw the silver longsword becoming more and more solid.
The densely packed monunt forest was eventually ford, but the central blank stele was never engraved with any content again.
The elderly occasionally raised his head, looking towards He Ao’s direction, as if he could see He Ao traversing ti and space.
The further forward, the stronger the suffocating pressure beca.
The invisible lines of fate seed to be drawn towards the sa endpoint.
Finally, He Ao reached the ‘end’ of the journey.
The violent roars echoed between heaven and earth, with the silver longsword standing atop the corpses.
Countless lives fought beneath this sword.
They discovered this sword, thinking that pulling it out would allow them to escape a fate of destruction.
But no one ever grasped this sword.
In his final years, the elderly crossed the battlefield, touched the illusory sword, causing a fierce flash of sword light to cut down a mountain peak, then watched the sword, turning away.
The slaughter at the mountain’s base intensified.
Until the very last mont, the final apocalypse arrived.
When the enormous fissure completely filled the sky, between heaven and earth, it was as if invisible threads connected everything.
The illusory longsword finally solidified here utterly while the world collapsed at this mont.
He Ao raised his head to look at the mountain peak that had been sliced off.
At this mont, the elderly stood above it, quietly gazing at the longsword.
In the illusion, as if a hazy figure ca through history and grasped the longsword.
At this mont, the fissure completely closed, and He Ao’s avatar disintegrated.
He Ao lowered his hand, looking at the closed fissure before him, a fine sweat covered his cheeks.
Maintaining that last mont cost him quite a bit of strength.
He tried once more to invoke the Eternal Silence Mark, attempting to open another fissure, but it couldn’t be opened anymore; the brilliance had completely reinforced the wall.
He Ao’s body retreated, gazing at this brilliance that severed the historical river.
At the last mont, he finally realized the function of this brilliance.
‘Sever the future’
This brilliance left by a good friend, upon reaching the Martial Arts World, the Martial Arts World was already dead.
The entire world, all futures, at that mont, converged towards a destined death.
No matter how one struggled, no matter how one resisted, the fate and endpoint of death,
was unchangeable.
He Ao’s body leaned backward, withdrawing from the historical river.
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