Capítulo 1188: Chapter 219: Mystical Arts of Heavenly Secrets (6600-Word Double Chapter) _2
It’s a pity that even the top mystical arts can’t directly obtain intelligence about the Great Wilderness Stronghold.
What it can achieve is rely to make Wang Anfeng’s fate intersect with the Great Wilderness Stronghold over ti, aning that Gu Qinghan and the others are more likely to encounter soone who knows the specific intelligence of the Great Wilderness Stronghold and then gain such intelligence from that person.
Enhancing the possibility of sothing or turning a possibility into a certainty.
All the heavenly secrets of mystical arts are basically achieved through similar ans, it’s impossible to get a direct result.
Ultimately, it still depends on human effort; without action, there is never a chance.
After confirming several tis that he hadn’t made a mistake in his calculations, Wang Anfeng’s right hand hung low, concealed within his sleeve, his fingers moving slightly. The ornant, transford from the Orb of Heavenly Secrets tied to his sleeve, glimred faintly with the movent of his fingers, leaving a clear trace out of Lv Yingbo’s sight.
Wang Anfeng slightly closed his eyes, and made a hand seal with one hand.
The hand seal continuously changed, lasting for several tens of breaths, one rune after another appeared, the process was extrely slow. What he was casting was a middle-level mystical art, requiring more than thirty breaths to be activated.
It’s precisely because of this that mystical arts cannot compare to martial arts.
To influence the battle, it must be a profound mystical art, and this type of mystical art requires at least over ten breaths of preparation ti. Even the attack speed of a Seventh Rank Martial Artist is enough to kill a focused talismaner dozens of tis over.
Otherwise, if mystical arts could be as the martial arts, moving with the mind, acting upon thought, theoretically, even a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist could directly go into deviation during a life-and-death battle, and die with ruptured ridians. A Martial Artist who relies on movent techniques might even trip over themselves, presenting their own vital points to the tip of a sword.
In the world, everything has minute possibilities.
And mystical arts aim to grasp this sliver of possibility, using human effort to weave it into certainty.
Erase all other possibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how absurd, will manifest as an established fact.
The thought in Wang Anfeng’s mind rely flashed, the layers of runes in his hand stacked on top of each other, emanating flowing beams of light, his mind focused, then fingers joined like a sword, pointed through the center of the overlapping runes, and simultaneously, he shouted softly in his heart.
“The warriors ready for battle, all form ranks ahead.”
The traces of the rune marks suddenly brightened, then shattered, a faint ripple spreading out.
The Orb of Heavenly Secrets moved by itself under the sleeve without wind.
Opposite, Lv Yingbo was slightly taken aback, not knowing why, from the sight of the Blade Madman sitting with eyes closed in front of her, she suddenly experienced a strong inexplicable mystical sensation, as if the first rain in a mountain in spring, seeming to be both here and there, serenely tranquil, as if an enlightened person, completely different from the courageously fierce and dominating impression the Blade Madman usually gave.
Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze warm like jade, a glimr of light flashed by, he spoke softly:
“Entering the city today, there should be so gains.”
The voice was calm and certain, with an undertone of the sounds of heaven and earth, even the mory-confused, ntally disturbed Lv Yingbo could not help but let go of her anxiety upon hearing such a voice, becoming tranquil once again, nodding her head, closing her eyes in thought, and no longer urging.
Wang Anfeng slightly exhaled, moved his right hand, holding the Orb of Heavenly Secrets in his palm.
His gaze furtively glanced over the Oriental Unique Book, only relaxing a bit when he saw that the calculations were not mistaken, though there was so feeling of insecurity in his heart.
Ahem, although this spell was learned from the senior Ancient Taoist just six hours ago.
But with the aid of the Orb of Heavenly Secrets, there should be no problem.
Yes, there should be.
……
Wang Anfeng and others had been traveling for over a month, already nearing the Parthia Border, the closer to the border, the more desolate and remote the places they passed through beca, devoid of human habitation. If not for Gu Qinghan and the others being Parthian, relying solely on Wang Anfeng would surely lead to getting lost in the vast wilderness and deserts.
The roadside was barren, with no scenery to view, so Wang Anfeng simply leaned back in the carriage, with eyes closed, deducing the mystical arts’ technique in his mind, while simultaneously applying the Dharma of the Golden Bell Shield to continually solidify his own foundation.
His Fourth Rank Realm was achieved through breakthrough during battle, stable enough but lacking the depth built through gradual, painstaking cultivation.
And Shaolin Martial Arts share a common trait, the firr the foundation, the more magnificent the Martial Arts displayed, more formidable in power; if one were to focus on a single Martial Art throughout their life, even a basic one, it could bloom with sufficient might, Zen Buddhism speaks of ‘No Two Thoughts.’
Therefore, for a Shaolin Martial Artist, when facing any difficulty, reinforce the foundation.
Insufficient inner strength? Reinforce the foundation.
Stuck at a realm barrier? Reinforce the foundation.
When the foundation is firm and deep, even the simplest fist techniques can strike with clarity and ease.
Ti passed unknowingly, the carriage suddenly slowed down.
Wang Anfeng withdrew his thoughts from the complex transformations of the technique in his mind, rubbing his brow, and heard the rapid speech of conversation outside, one was a sowhat husky man’s voice, the other a disguised voice of Gu Qinghan.
Wang Anfeng pushed open the carriage window, looking outside, as expected, saw Gu Qinghan conversing with two people by the roadside, with a bold and hearty deanor, using the Parthian dialect, which had quite a few differences from the Parthian language Wang Anfeng knew, and was very fast, so Wang Anfeng could only understand so scattered and broken words.
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