Void, annihilation, emptiness, fragntation, all causes and effects of this world annihilate beneath this starry sky.
Countless worlds, myriad stars, all seem like the toys of a certain unspeakable being.
That magnificent and towering figure takes the Star River as a stage, performing with the myriad heavens, ceaselessly shifting postures, each gesture, each breath exuding indescribable might.
These movents were firmly imprinted in Su Tu’s mind.
He could feel the terror of this Basic Skill, with every movent he mirrored from that figure, the bloodline and bones within him were continuously transforming, he could even hear the sound of blood vessels tearing inside him.
Intense pain swept over Su Tu in an instant, yet his expression remained as calm and indifferent as before.
Finally, that magnificent figure ceased all movents, standing straight in the universe, like a spear piercing the Star River and all realms.
In the end, everything around began to dissipate, and Su Tu understood that he was about to leave this place.
Everything here was an illusion created by that Basic Skill.
And now that he had committed that Basic Skill to mory, he would naturally leave this illusion.
"Thank you, senior," Su Tu softly spoke to that figure.
The one who imparts the teachings is the master, and though this figure was only a manifestation within the Basic Skill, in Su Tu’s eyes, it indeed taught him an extraordinary Basic Skill, worthy of being called a senior.
In the next mont, Su Tu’s figure dissipated like foam within the Star River.
The solitary Star River continued to sway, the figure stood towering, yet two dazzling great suns appeared out of nowhere on the figure, like a pair of eyes!
He, no, should be called It!
It gazed in the direction of Su Tu’s departure and let out a soft sigh, a sigh filled with a thousand-year sorrow and eternal grief, wherever the sound reached, it turned all heavens into cries of lantation, as if billions of beings were mourning simultaneously.
"Immortals... are no more... gods... have fallen..." With each word It spoke, the brilliance behind It grew even more dazzling,
"Heavens... have fallen..." Its last words seed to touch upon a certain rule, revealing only three words.
As these words fell, a dilapidated palace appeared behind It... everything in that palace was decayed and collapsed.
On the giant, dark-red moss-covered palace gate, eyes looking in every direction grew, and the plaque above the gate, corroded by that dark-red, vaguely revealed a half-ford character...
South...
....
When Su Tu opened his eyes again, he was t with an indescribable and intense pain, the veins on his forehead bulged, his skin turned crimson, and his body burned feverishly, as if a fire was boiling his blood.
Thousands of ants gnawing at the heart, stripping veins and stretching muscles, could be no more.
Zhou Wuliang looked at Su Tu, whose eyes were now open, with eyes filled with a bit of astonishnt.
He was well aware of the pain of cultivating Basic Skills for the first ti; back then, when he was known as steadfast as a mountain, he wailed endlessly during his first practice of Basic Skill.
Yet this young man before him, veins bulging, skin as if boiling, clearly at his limit, did not utter a single sound of pain.
"Doesn’t it hurt?" Zhou Wuliang asked curiously.
"It hurts." With just this word, sweat already appeared on Su Tu’s forehead.
"If it hurts, why not shout?" Zhou Wuliang eyed his student.
Su Tu remained silent for a while, after quite so ti, he seed to adapt to the pain and finally spoke, "Will shouting make it not hurt?"
Hearing this, Zhou Wuliang was even more satisfied with Su Tu.
Not only possessing such incredible physical qualities, but also having such perseverance and insight, if this child grows up, he can almost foresee a blazing sun illuminating the Star River in the future.
Su Tu at this mont had no interest in Zhou Wuliang’s thoughts.
He now had a strange feeling, as if with a single heart thought, he could see inside his own body, witnessing a profound cyan energy flowing within his blood vessels and ridians, with sothing faintly growing inside him.
Quickly, that thing seed to complete its nourishnt, forming an extrely faint ’sprout’ within Su Tu.
"The inner life force is born, you now have the qualification for Martial Arts Cultivation," Zhou Wuliang withdrew his palm at this mont and sat back on the master’s chair.
Su Tu now felt not a twinge of pain but rather a fulfillnt within, his bodily condition much improved from before, especially with the ergence of that ’sprout’ within, wondrously nourishing his body at every mont.
"From today, you are officially stepping into the Martial Arts Dao. From now on, practice the Basic Skill diligently every day and try to infuse that energy into your body’s acupuncture points. Once you’re successful, you’ll have entered the first tier of the Martial Arts Dao, the Peeping Branch Realm."
"Thank you, Master. I wonder what Master wants to do!" Su Tu felt the changes within himself and looked at Zhou Wuliang with eyes full of gratitude.
Having lived two lifetis, before facing anything, he often asked himself three questions: Why ? Why must it be ? How could it be ?
Zhou Wuliang was excessively kind to him. Although he ca with the so-called Red Seal, whether it was the previous Tier Seven Basic Skill or the tattered booklet, they were not ordinary items.
Su Tu couldn’t believe that the other party would support every student this way.
He knew he was just a student, not a disciple. Earlier, when Li Hu was guiding him, through casual conversation, he learned the distinction between a disciple and a student.
A student is rely a martial learner, taught combat skills at best. Being taught the Basic Skill is already an exceptional kindness, while a disciple is a future successor, their life and future tied with the master’s honor and disgrace.
Su Tu knew Lin Feiyang had a significant background, but he didn’t think that just the re na could make Zhou Wuliang treat him so favorably.
Hearing Su Tu’s words, Zhou Wuliang was slightly taken aback.
"Does this kid think I have sothing for him to do?"
"Quite shrewd indeed."
Yet Su Tu misunderstood Zhou Wuliang. Those familiar with Zhou Wuliang knew he loved talent exceptionally. When encountering geniuses above the Star River, he couldn’t help but offer so guidance. Because of this, he maintained good relationships there.
And now, seeing Su Tu with such natural talent for the flesh, especially since he was his seventh student, his lucky number seven!
That’s why he did this much.
But since Su Tu asked, Zhou Wuliang imdiately adopted an inscrutable deanor, lightly tapping his palm on the table.
"One of the ten spots in the North Sea, I want you to secure one!"
Upon hearing this, Su Tu imdiately replied, "I will do my utmost!"
Su Tu originally wanted to see what the martial exam was like, and now it aligned with Zhou Wuliang’s request. He was naturally happy to comply.
"Alright, you’ve just done your Foundation Establishnt for the first ti today. Go and rest. Co over after school each day. How are your academic results?"
"The results are acceptable, just passable," Su Tu said modestly.
"Hmm, what you learn doesn’t matter as much as the learning itself. Once you enter the tier, you’ll understand what I an."
Initially, Su Tu thought he would have to spend every day at the martial hall and was ready to take leaves, but unexpectedly, Zhou Wuliang asked him to continue attending classes during the day.
You probably have a lot of information you’re unclear about. Later, I’ll have Li Hu send you a website with most of the information on the Martial Arts Dao. You can browse through it."
"Go on, I won’t see you off." Zhou Wuliang waved his hand.
Su Tu politely bowed and then exited the room.
As soon as he left, Zhou Wuliang, who had maintained an inscrutable deanor, imdiately slumped down, looking just like Li Hu earlier, as if a programr drained of energy.
"This kid... what kind of monster... just the guidance alone almost drained . Although we face suppression on the Ancestor Star, this is just too much."
"I wonder what he comprehended from that Daoist Skill..." Zhou Wuliang leaned back in a lazy posture, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
He glanced at the table, suddenly realizing, and forced himself up to knock on it six more tis, feeling satisfied with it.
"Why not ask him?" a sarcastic voice suddenly suggested. The black mist man was sitting on the Master’s Chair beside Zhou Wuliang, yet Su Tu never noticed him.
"Heh... Whatever is gained from that comprehension, no one can take away. There’s no point in asking." Zhou Wuliang replied.
There was once a martial arts prodigy who coveted that Daoist Skill, forcibly seizing its form from a talented prodigy. Later, he only practiced a few steps before his soul was extinguished, and his entire body was covered with... dark red eyes...
.....
After coming out from Zhou Wuliang’s room, Su Tu found Li Hu, got a file, and was ready to leave.
It’s worth ntioning that on the way, he t his classmates, and contrary to his expectations, they bore no aristocratic arrogance. Instead, there was so... deliberate friendliness in their tone when they spoke to him.
But Su Tu didn’t really mind. When he left the martial hall, there were still quite a few people waiting outside.
Walking on his way ho, he uttered three words: "Immortal Burial!"
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