Free Web NovelChapter 1667: Chapter 1285: A Bold Idea!
"Holy Heart Four Tribulations? Is this the full name of the Martial Arts, ’Shock Eye Tribulation,’ that Shakyamuni used in the battle between God-searching Palace and Heavenly Gate? I didn’t expect there to be an even more formidable Heavenly Heart Tribulation..."
Upon hearing Wu Ming’s words, Jiang Dali’s mind raced, and he asked, "What specific abilities does the Heavenly Heart Tribulation possess? Is it able to specifically counter Cross Training? What is the fatal flaw...indeed, what flaw is there?"
Wu Ming slightly turned and looked towards the Sword Tomb, frowning and pondering, "Once the Heavenly Heart Tribulation is unleashed, it can make the enemy’s heartbeat resonate with their own, and even allow Shakyamuni to freely control the heartbeat speed. Back then, he used this move to strip away my combat ability and capture me!"
"Controlling a person’s heartbeat out of thin air?"
Po Jun and Lian Chengbi’s expressions changed upon hearing this, their eyes flickering with astonishment. Such an unbelievable Martial Arts technique exceeded their understanding of martial skills.
"By controlling the heartbeat and the heartbeat speed, achieve the goal of controlling the enemy?"
Jiang Dali thought differently, puzzled and surprised, "The effect of this Cultivation Technique is indeed strange and troublesome, but at our level of strength, it’s no longer just about physical damage; even if the heart shatters, we can rely on the Primordial Spirit to survive in this world for a period of time, and during this time, if we can immediately repair the heart with Divine Pills, the crisis can indeed be averted..."
"What you’ve said is all correct!"
Wu Ming spoke plainly, "But in battle, things change instantly. If the heart is suddenly controlled, just a momentary error, especially for prepared experts like Shakyamuni, becomes the greatest opportunity."
Jiang Dali’s gaze flickered, and he couldn’t help but agree with this view.
The heart is the most important part of the human body; losing the heart means most people’s ’body’ will die.
Indeed, experts in the Returning to Truth Realm can survive for a while by leaving their body with their Primordial Spirit, but if the heart isn’t treated and repaired, a tragic end is inevitable.
Moreover, the energy provided by the heart’s beating is the strongest in the human body; if the heart suddenly falls under the enemy’s control during combat, it will certainly lead to the body becoming instantly weak or even rigid, and the situation will inevitably turn into defeat.
Wu Ming continued, "By saying this, you’ve likely guessed some things. The reason why I say this Martial Arts has flaws, and even Shakyamuni wouldn’t recklessly use it, is because when this technique is used, not only can he synchronize the heart rate and our heartbeat, but the body will also respond to our heartbeat rate, undergoing identical changes.
If during this period, our heart suffers great damage and stops abruptly...Shakyamuni is very likely to suffer the same damage; even if he doesn’t die, he would certainly be greatly harmed..."
Wu Ming’s words paused, looking righteously at Jiang Dali and said, "Based on my previous experience battling Shakyamuni, he will never use Heavenly Heart Tribulation unless forced to an extreme situation.
And if it truly comes to that point, when we’ve reached a dead end, I will choose to sacrifice my physical body and shatter my heart to severely wound Shakyamuni; you must seize this rare opportunity then!"
"If merely shattering my own heart when Shakyamuni uses Heavenly Heart Tribulation can cause significant harm to him, isn’t that too simple? I could resurrect once after dying and easily deal a serious blow to Shakyamuni."
Jiang Dali looked at Wu Ming with a sense of justice in his eyes, but internally, he couldn’t help feeling a strange and peculiar sensation.
For him, who can resurrect directly, this is indeed the best opportunity to exchange injury with Shakyamuni.
Yet, this opportunity is not easily obtained.
With Shakyamuni’s wisdom and caution, if his Cultivation Technique truly harbors such a flaw, he certainly wouldn’t use it recklessly, giving some fearless people a chance to exchange injury for injury.
In other words, this Heavenly Heart Tribulation technique is specially prepared as a trump card for those top experts who cherish their lives; even exceptional experts can’t attempt this technique.
As the two conversed to this point, Lian Chengbi’s situation had completely stabilized.
Po Jun, listening to the conversation between the two, could already imagine the terrifying extent of Shakyamuni, far beyond any conception of top experts he had, which left him feeling a deep sense of defeat and ignited a strong spirit to pursue.
The four of them continued to linger and exchange brief discussions outside the Sword Tomb before filing into the tomb.
According to Wu Ming, among the deep ice layers within the Sword Tomb, another secret book from the Sword Sect is concealed—the ’Rejuvenation Ice Technique.’
If one obtains the Rejuvenation Ice Technique and successfully cultivates it, it might become another trump card to counterbalance Shakyamuni in future crises.
However, the ’Rejuvenation Ice Technique’ is another Martial Arts of mutual destruction.
In Jiang Dali’s opinion, should the learning conditions be suitable, it should be taught to thousands of Players, allowing them to collectively utilize it against Shakyamuni.
But then he thought of the Players’ reckless fearlessness; if the Rejuvenation Ice Technique truly could inflict effective damage on Shakyamuni, some enraged Players might just turn their weapons on him, the Black Wind King who had yet to draw first blood.
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The night is as cool as water.
The river water is cool too, but it cannot compare to the coolness in the heart of the fallen person by the river.
When anyone realizes they’ve merely been a puppet manipulated all their life by others, their heart would also turn cold and lifeless.
Even though his evil name in the Martial World now reaches the extent of stopping a child’s cries at night and instills fear among the Holy Dynasty Officals, he’s still a pathetic soul who only just understood his own fate and origins.
But at this moment, he would rather remain in ignorance, lying on the riverbank, lying in a confusion of river branches, tormented by profound pain.
Moments ago, he had completed his ’mission,’ executing an important ’elimination’ task for another ’him.’
Though the task was accomplished, he sensed that the ’enemy’ wasn’t fully halted and still formed an effective resistance; he could even detect within that opposing force a power he profoundly detested—the power of the Black Wind Village Chief!
Yet, it mattered no longer; it was all irrelevant.
Upon discovering that he was merely an insignificant avatar, he felt that nothing mattered anymore. What was the point of cultivation? What was the point of reaching the Breakthrough Realm he had always dreamed of? Even the goal of the Breakthrough Realm was predetermined by another self from the beginning and was not a goal of his own choice. So... what meaning did all these pursuits have?
"There’s no meaning anymore... none... I even feel that living has no meaning, yet I lack the courage to die. Who in the Martial World would know that the notorious Blood Transformation Divine Venerable is merely a pitiable avatar of someone else? Hahaha... hahaha..."
"Those enemies of mine, even the loathsome Black Wind Child, I fought against them only to pursue more resources and benefits, to strive for the Breakthrough Realm. Now that everything is meaningless, what meaning do enemies hold?"
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable felt like a leech lying on the riverside, limp as if melting into the early spring.
The breeze at night whispered the breath of early spring across the water’s surface, and the distant village’s loquat trees, rapeseed flowers, and bean shoots were encircled by dark fences in the night, full of life. But who knew that on this side of the riverbank lay a pitiful person who seemed alive yet close to death?
Suddenly, a black-roofed boat slowly swayed closer from the nearby river, and the dark-skinned middle-aged boatman on board hummed a tune as he approached. His eyes, as bright as an owl’s in the night, suddenly fixed upon seeing a woman lying on the riverbank, a look of surprise and amazement on his face.
What a beautiful woman!
Such a beautiful woman, even in the city, he had never seen anyone so charming, more alluring than the village belle Yun Yue, whom he had always wanted to win but never succeeded.
Now, such a beautiful woman lay quietly on the riverside in the dead of night, staring blankly at the sky. If not for her bright eyes occasionally flickering, he might have thought she was a corpse.
Who abandoned this girl here?
The boatman, timid and shrinking, was eventually driven by a kind heart and curiosity about the beautiful woman to row closer, creating ripples in the water with the paddle’s "rattle, rattle."
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s pretty lips twisted into a faint, sarcastic smile as he lay calmly on the ground, feeling a sense of bleakness inside.
He had long sensed a boat approaching, but he didn’t wish to evade. In the past, he would have turned any boatman daring to gaze at him into a pool of pus, but today the bold, lustful gaze fixed upon him instilled a twisted pleasure akin to revenge.
At this moment, he even conjured a bold idea!
Revenge!
Yes!
He wanted revenge!
He wanted to disgustingly, vengefully retaliate against his other self.
Since the other self was so proud, so arrogant, so invincible, he would retaliate in the most humiliating way, so the other would be too ashamed to recognize this avatar, feeling a furious sense of shame, even merely hearing of him.
"Yes! That’s it, I will disgustingly, vengefully retaliate against him!"
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s heart, once cold, suddenly caught fire, blazing hot.
Abruptly, he stood up, his female form whirling agilely into a turn. As he faced the visibly panicked boatman trying to ascend the bank, the outer robe silently slipped to the ground, revealing only the essentials covered by a finely crafted red silk belly cover.
"This... girl, you..."
The boatman’s eyes widened, his rough, calloused, and muddy hands unsure where to place themselves, even feeling he should never have appeared on this suddenly heated riverbank, hastily retreating and falling "plop" into the cold river water behind.
At that moment, a soft and fragrant body, like fire, suddenly slithered into his rank-smelling, rugged embrace, entwined.
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The spring river breeze couldn’t reach the icy peaks of Snow God Mountain, nor penetrate the cold heart of the person wearing the Mystic Ice Mask on the Heavenly Gate Divine Seat.
After connecting with the Primordial Spirit of the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, he could no longer make contact with the avatar that now showed evident resistance. This situation was not beyond his expectations, but the extent of the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s resistance exceeded his original calculations, causing him trouble now.
"Human nature... this is human nature... I, who have manipulated human nature for so many years, should have foreseen that once I cultivated an avatar with my awareness of utmost evil, in the future, it would inevitably surpass my control and potentially become my enemy!"
Shakyamuni furrowed his brows, playing with the frosty Xuanbing Power in his hand, pondering, "But back then, I had already left a means to prevent the avatar from becoming too powerful and backlashing against me. If I were to die, the avatar couldn’t survive, but if the avatar were to die, I would remain unscathed. Therefore... I have nothing to fear!"
Having thought this through, Shakyamuni’s heart settled, and he lifted his eyes, surveying the Heavenly Gate disciples kneeling on the ground, feeling a surge of grand ambition and confidence, "Give the Blood Transformation avatar some time—he’s as smart and ambitious as I am. Together, he and I will undoubtedly break through the limits, reaching the Breakthrough Realm—that’s our shared goal, which he will certainly come to aid me for! Hahahaha—"
The wild laughter echoed through the vast Ice Hall, shaking Feng Yun, and laughing at all beings.
Yet, this mocking deity!
How could he know that his understanding of human nature was still insufficient?
If a person isn’t even himself, even if given power, beauties, a mountain of gold and silver, or becoming the world’s greatest, what meaning would it have?...
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(Busy with New Year’s greetings, no update today, update tomorrow!)
