Chapter 411
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Chapter 411: Hua Strength Ultimate Power Upgrade (2)
"Eight hundred years…"
Eight hundred years was the longest Long Life Dream that Qiao Mu had experienced before.
And this time, after enduring eight hundred years of hard training, Qiao Mu’s Hua strength kung fu has advanced even further.
"On the fourth level of Hua strength, mastering the technique of airborne Hua strength."
"Even if it is not a tangible weapon, but an intangible and intangible airborne palm force, it can be easily dissipated. In the eyes of martial artists, it is also considered an incredible level."
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Fifteen hundred years later.
Inside the Peach Blossom Villa in the dream.
Qiao Mu moved through the battle formation composed of three hundred veteran soldiers like a butterfly fluttering among flowers.
In the dream, the three hundred veteran soldiers also cooperated seamlessly, acting as one unit with orderly advances and retreats.
The swords and swords rushing in from all sides, the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and even the True strength strikes from Li Changshi, a first-ranked True strength martial artist, sent across the air…
No matter how Qiao Mu tried to dodge, at every moment there were five or six spears coming at him from different directions without giving him any breathing space.
Qiao Mu spun like a top in the battle, and the spears that came at him always mysteriously diverted under Qiao Mu’s King Qin Sword.
With this force, he spun like the wind in the battle, and with a swing of his sword, a dazzling sword light burst forth, piercing through the battle formation.
Qiao Mu stood on the battlefield, looking at the chaos around him. With a single thought, the white-haired old soldiers who had just been injured gradually recovered and reverted to their original formation of three hundred soldiers.
This was the battlefield in his mind, created out of his memories and imagination.
However, his battle with the three hundred old soldiers was not just imagined.
During the time Qiao Mu spent teaching martial arts under the name "Qiao Xin" at Peach Blossom Villa, he had actually sparred with Li Changshi, Hai Siyuan, and the three hundred old soldiers many times.
"After mastering techniques like the Spiritual Sound Conducting Technique and the Military Spiritual Technique, the three hundred Immortal Slaying Army coordinated seamlessly. But when facing me or a single strong enemy like the Immortal Gate Nascent Soul Elder, we still fell short."
"If only we had a special combined attack technique…"
This thought came and went, but it was not what Qiao Mu was focused on now.
With a single thought, the surrounding old soldiers disappeared at the same time, and in front of him appeared the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, Jiuyang.
Elder Jiuyang, who once burned Qiao Mu to death with the "Nanming Li Fire," had a deep bond with him.
At this moment, as Elder Jiuyang made hand seals, a surge of crimson flames rushed towards Qiao Mu, threatening to engulf him.
The last time he woke up from a dream, Qiao Mu did not resist Elder Jiuyang’s "Nanming Li Fire" attack.
He relied on his physical strength, using his transformed body from the Blood Origin Skill, along with the Shape Changing Skill to repair himself, enduring the attack at great cost.
But this time, he had a different solution.
"In the two thousandth year of entering the Long Life Dream, studying the Hua strength for fifteen hundred years, the Hua strength has reached the fifth level that was previously incomprehensible."
Qiao Mu moved and drew the King Qin Sword in his hand.
With a flick of his long sword, a pale qi surged out from him, enveloping the sword.
"Hua Strength, shifting stars and changing constellations!"
As he moved, he rose up and swung the King Qin Sword.
At that moment, the red Nanming Li Fire rippled like water surface brushed by a branch, with a water wave following the branch’s force, deviating in direction…
Swish!
The Nanming Li Fire soared back like a returning swallow, directly hitting the bewildered face of Elder Jiuyang, instantly engulfing his whole body and turning it to ashes.
Qiao Mu leaned on the King Qin Sword in his hand, watching from afar, a hint of fatigue on his face.
Achieving this step was quite taxing on the mind, even for him.
"Two thousand years have passed."
"During this long time, I have developed my strength to an incredible and unimaginable level."
"Not to mention the invisible energy of martial artists, even Daoist spells can be released through the sword in hand."
"Sometimes even I find it hard to understand, is this really considered strength, is this really considered martial arts?"
Qiao Mu stood still, looking up at the towering mountain that covered the sky.
"In these years, my ‘Human Path Sutra’ has broken through to the eleventh level, and my physical body has also made a breakthrough."
"The ‘Human Path Sutra’ is a method of accumulation, like building a mountain from tiny grains of soil. It should be difficult to reach a bottleneck from now on."
"Even so, even reaching this level of strength…"
With a thought, the towering mountain in the sky suddenly pressed down.
Qiao Mu’s figure suddenly expanded, raising the King Qin Sword in his hand, with energy emanating from his whole body.
"Transforming Shape Magic·Blood Meat Oven!"
"Hua’s strength·Rotating Stars!"
In the next moment, the towering mountain hesitated slightly, seeming to veer off course a bit, then there was a deafening roar, and the stone mountain beneath Qiao Mu’s feet suddenly collapsed, with some blood and flesh flowing down through the cracks.
And in the next moment, Qiao Mu had already restored his body, lying down in a big ‘字’ shape on top of the stone mountain.
His face showed no expression at all, completely blank.
With books, one grows; without books, one declines.
Two thousand years is actually a very long time, almost equivalent to the rise and fall of a civilization.
Earlier, there had always been a big goal hanging in front of Qiao Mu, allowing him to temporarily suppress any distractions.
He had also spent his Long Life Dream like this in the past.
But this time, his goal was so far-fetched that even after five hundred years, he couldn’t figure it out. It took two thousand years before he realized that even taking shortcuts was just wishful thinking.
The end.
After trying a thousand moves, he realized he was still like a mantis trying to topple a tree.
By this point, the exhaustion and regret that he had been pushing down in his heart came rushing up like a tide, almost engulfing him.
A person’s willpower is like a muscle, it can be strengthened through exercise, but it also has a physical limit.
Going to the gym every day for one or two hours, pushing your physical limits, that’s what professional athletes do.
But if you exercise twenty hours a day, consistently for ten or twenty years, it’s not just impressing the King of Hell with your fitness level, it’s already beyond belief.
At this stage, concepts like perseverance, persistence, willpower have no relevance, because this goes far beyond physical limits, it’s not something that can be changed by a person’s will.
At this moment, Qiao Mu’s mind was filled with countless thoughts like surging tides, but his face remained expressionless, showing a deep-seated exhaustion seeping out from his soul.
"No, there’s still five hundred years left, there’s still hope, let’s have another sip of chicken soup!"
Lying on the stone mountain, Qiao Mu had a thought, and suddenly the surroundings changed again.
The scene in the dream changed, and at this moment, he was still on the stone mountain in Qingming Valley, but the valley was now filled with a large crowd.
This was the scene that he had experienced in reality before being pressed down in Qingming Cave Small World.
Countless Spiritual Farmers were in Qiao Mu’s sight, covering the mountains as far as the eye could see.
Qiao Canxue, Lingling Taoist Priest, and little Jingwei Bird, holding a fat cat, stood at the entrance of the valley, looking at each other from a distance.
At that moment, Qiao Mu, supporting the towering mountain with one hand and shaking the trees, was literally the center of attention.
Qiao Mu, who broke through the great formation in the valley with a sword, was the hope in the eyes of these Spiritual Farmers. At this moment of disaster looming, countless eyes were watching him eagerly.
The memory replayed at this moment was actually Qiao Mu trying to draw strength from his own memories, giving himself a strong dose of chicken soup.
Just this time…
"I can’t get excited at all." Qiao Mu stared blankly at the thousands of eyes.
For a long time.
He let out a soft sigh, the dreamlike scene shattered like glass, everything turning into a hazy mist, a vast expanse of white.
In the story of the storyteller at Tide Listening Building.
There are always these shining heroes, they never give up, their will as strong as iron, no matter what hardships they experience, they can overcome difficulties.
Heroes may be defeated in battle and die, but they will not end their lives in self-pity.
Even after experiencing twists and turns, experiencing the loss of home and loved ones, betrayal and family estrangement, even to the point of becoming disheartened and desperate…
The audience who often go to the teahouse to listen to stories also know that this is just temporary, just a little trick of the storyteller telling stories.
The heroes finally overcame challenges and reached the bright end, bringing the story to a close.
"It would be good if I could become such a shining character."
Qiao Mu had this thought in his heart.
Unfortunately, he was not a saint who helps others in need, nor a perfect and resilient hero.
In his long life of over four thousand years, the time he spent blaming himself and wasting time might be even longer than an ordinary person’s entire life.
As a prisoner of the Long Life Lock, possessing the ability of immortality, he walked on a one-way path.
Further ahead were more deaths, and the endless dream of immortality.
Stepping back, his dedication to the martial arts would likely collapse.
So, no matter how much he wavered, he had to push himself back on the right path.
But this time, his Long Life Dream was just too long, and his goal was also a bit unrealistic.
In this era of declining spiritual energy, the Qingming Cave Small World refined by the True Immortal, is likely unstoppable, which includes him as well.
"Is it like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?"
Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids and started thinking about how to spend the last five hundred years, by then, he would be 4935 years old.
He certainly wouldn’t die, but he wasn’t sure if he would still be mentally aware at the age of 4935…
And at this moment, he still had no idea.
At this time, the Xuantian Sect’s leader had already manipulated the Qingming Cave Small World to disappear and reappear outside of this realm…
