Capítulo 1302: Chapter 11: Down the Mountain (Two-in-One)
The blazing heat kept surging from within his body.
The Golden Bell Shield, which had been painstakingly cultivated for so long, was now unable to restrain this natural fiery qi. Being a Pure Yang technique, it was difficult to dispel and could only be devoured and assimilated. This Golden Lotus in the Fire was intended to be a Divine Weapon, crafted with the true intent of the Taoist Sect, and had been nourished by the twenty-year grand formation of Jade Pot Mountain.
If it were any ordinary Inner Strength, it would not be able to shake it in the slightest.
Even the Inner Strength of the Golden Bell Shield, which was also a Pure Yang technique, found the process extrely slow.
However, his foundation was extraordinarily solid. Although the Fla Golden Lotus, regarded as a Spiritual Object premier under Heaven and Earth, could not make any progress, if it had already developed intelligence, it should have sensed despair.
Compared to the woven net of qi chanisms typical of Fourth Rank Martial Artists, what it faced was a wall, solid and heavy.
It was as if the wall-builder found it insufficiently firm, laying a foundation so solid as to be inhuman.
As a top-tier Divine Weapon prototype, it was astonishingly hard to move.
Though it had the potential to develop intelligence, the ti was still too short for such developnt, previously relying on a sudden outburst for advantage. Now, before this solid foundation, it had to pause, blocked, with its spiritual rhy chanisms trembling, layers of scorching heat waves burst forth.
Wang Anfeng felt a searing qi chanism baking him; a thirst he had scarcely experienced since achieving minor success in martial arts surfaced, feeling flas of qi everywhere.
Initially, he could rely on his boundless qi chanism to resist, but gradually, discomfort set in.
The qi chanism was unimpeded, as naturally, the “battlefield” was inside Wang Anfeng’s body. Shaolin martial arts were renowned for their depth, and in an abundance of qi, with every breath, the qi was continuous, and the Spiritual Rhy chanism accumulated over twenty years by the Fiery Golden Lotus was mostly used to temper itself, gradually crumbling.
Yet, despite being flesh and blood with one of the fiercest qi chanisms in Heaven and Earth wreaking havoc inside, he gradually felt parched.
When Wang Anfeng realized this, the discomfort quickly intensified, hunger and thirst, in so ways, were more lethal and uncomfortable than swords and blades.
Just as the feeling beca more agonizing, he suddenly felt warmth at the corner of his mouth.
Subconsciously swallowing, the ‘water’ containing qi flowed down his throat, alleviating the dryness brought by the Fire Vigor, his consciousness clear, using the pure qi from the ‘water’ to boost himself, the Shaolin internal training Dharma was employed, forcibly suppressing the flas.
The Golden Lotus in the Fire, with its spirit enraged, released its spiritual rhy from within.
Wang Anfeng was now accustod to the feeling, forcibly severing it, pushing most of it ‘back’ into the Golden Lotus in the Fire, controlling the remaining part, redirecting the qi chanism into the Divine Martial Sword.
Among the materials for reforging the Divine Martial Sword was a Divine Weapon with a Fire Qilin artifact spirit.
As both were flas of the Divine Weapon, the degree of integration was stronger than Wang Anfeng’s Yang Inner Strength, swallowing it directly.
Wang Anfeng coughed twice, opened his eyes, and saw an expansive blackness, akin to a starry sky, with streams of spiritual rhy from other artifacts, reminiscent of his youth, leaning on a stone under Great Liang Mount, quietly watching the serene night sky, before seeing a pair of brown eyes.
Lord of Dreamor smiled warmly:
“You’re awake? Do you need more rest?”
“Hmm, I’m awake, no more res…”
“Hmm??!”
Wang Anfeng couldn’t react imdiately, blinking, realizing his current view and position were off, noticing the pseudo-stone was not the hard stone ground after all, rather, a sense of warmth and jade-like softness ensues, face flushed red, using both hands and feet in a rather embarrassing scramble, moving several ters away.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, staring dumbfounded at the girl sitting on the ground, the latter with a smile at her lips.
Wang Anfeng said:
“You, you…”
‘Lord of Dreamor’ stood up, smiling:
“What about ?”
“Faced with the benevolent savior twice saving your life, the reaction of the Master of Divine Martial is indeed sowhat disappointing, is this how the etiquette goes in the Central Plains?”
“What?”
Wang Anfeng paused, feeling the heat from the qi dispersed, only then noticing the bloody taste in his mouth, wiping the corner of his mouth, spotting a red stain on his thumb, and noticing the wound on Lord of Dreamor’s right wrist. He wasn’t foolish, imdiately realizing what transpired, and the bloody taste he encountered while battling the Lotus chanism. His expression turned complicated.
With a serious expression, he bowed slightly, saying: “I must… thank you for this ti.”
‘Lord of Dreamor’ accepted the gesture with a smile, saying:
“It’s nothing.”
“But I wonder, did you gain anything, Mansion Master?”
Wang Anfeng nodded, his right hand opened, flas of qi rising from his fingers, transforming into the sea of flas seen previously, a faintly golden qi chanism fla ford into an illusory golden lotus, slowly rotating, saying:
“I managed to force it out at last.”
‘Lord of Dreamor’ said:
“What a profound qi chanism.”
Wang Anfeng did not reply, flipped his hand to retract, the lotus dissipating, turning into a plu of faint golden flowing flas, disappearing without a trace. With the loss of the formation core, the world’s greatest formation, continuously flowing for twenty years, began to collapse, light pouring in, breaking the darkness piece by piece.
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