High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 167 - 117: To Kill You, One Punch Is Enough! (Double Length)
Amidst the continuous rumbling of the mountain cliff collapsing.
Chen Kuang’s laughter, affected by the unfolding of the "Dao Domain," was still distinctly audible.
If the many cultivators who came to watch earlier were merely curious about Chen Kuang’s fate, or to put it bluntly, curious about how this guy who dared oppose the Martial Saint would meet his end.
But at this moment, everyone’s hearts trembled, revealing a trace of moved expression.
This guy, witnessing the terrifying power of the Martial Saint splitting the valley with a punch, facing such a shocking momentum... he could still smile and recite poetry?!
Just gazing at this scene from afar, they had already lost their courage.
If they were standing in front of Mu Zhao now, they would probably be forced by his might to kneel directly...
Not to mention being his enemy!
Chen Kuang’s smile immediately made them feel a kind of shock, even a hint of vague self-contempt.
Even though Chen Kuang’s cultivation might not actually surpass theirs, right now, they felt as if they saw the shadows of those prodigies they’ve witnessed in the past!
By comparison, the appearance of the Kunpeng Great Demon, while also shocking everyone.
However, since many had heard of Chen Kuang’s feat of sacrificing a human head to the "Lake Dragon King" before, at this moment, there was an air of realization.
So the "Lake Dragon King" turned out to be the Kunpeng!
They secretly clicked their tongues, this Chen Kuang, initially everyone thought was just a small pawn under Huo Hengxuan, unexpectedly became more mysterious, making it harder to see through...
Among these cultivators, occupying the best vantage point, was an elder with a jade flute hanging at his waist.
This elder wore a dark patterned purple robe, with a forehead band embedded with jade, if not for the snow-white long hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes indicating his age, he would be dressed like a noble gentleman.
However, even though this elder was quite old, his looks and temperament remained remarkable, certainly dashing in his youth.
The purple-robed elder sat poised on the stone peak, hesitating as he caressed the jade flute at his waist:
"If he can survive, he will surely achieve greatness, coupled with his profound connection with Mengquan brother..."
He murmured to himself: "But if this offends the Martial Saint, for my Celestial Sound Pavilion, it might cost a lot, not worth the gains."
The jade flute in his hand faintly emitted a gentle brilliance, alternating with the owner’s mood, hard to stabilize.
Suddenly, he frowned again: "Transferring ’Dao Domain’? Isn’t this nonsense?!"
"No matter how unparalleled Chen Kuang’s divine power might be, his physical body is just at the Tower Ascension Realm, ’Dao Domain’ isn’t merely a domain independent of the rules of heaven and earth."
"To control the ’Dao Domain’, one must first bear the changes of the rules within."
"If the cultivation level isn’t enough, eventually one will be swallowed and crushed by the ’Dao Domain’!"
The world’s rules have long been fixed, and people live within it, just like fish in water.
Fish in the deep sea have long adapted to the high-pressure, dark environment, once caught and brought into shallow water, they die immediately, and vice versa.
Humans, or cultivators, are the same.
The ’Dao Domain’ represents an area where rules have been changed, within this area, people are like deep sea fish entering shallow waters.
There’s almost only one path...and that is death.
Even if Chen Kuang isn’t killed by the Martial Saint, he will be killed by the ’Dao Domain’.
Finally, the purple-robed elder sighed, letting go of the jade flute...
...
Meanwhile, for the two from Freedom Mountain, the focus was somewhat different.
Lin Er You turned his head to look at the grand scene of the Kunpeng breaking through the clouds in the distance, his pupils contracted, he couldn’t help but stand up:
"This poem...!"
Zhang Zhizhou was still holding a white piece, now suspended in mid-air, his face showing surprise and odd expressions.
Lin Er You turned back to see his senior brother’s expression and knew he hadn’t misjudged.
He pursed his lips, still somewhat unsure: "Senior brother, Chen Kuang’s poem, seems to indeed... have caused a fleeting moment of talent, right?"
Zhang Zhizhou was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Hiss—"
Lin Er You grimaced and took a breath, losing all composure.
But it couldn’t be blamed on him.
He believed that today, even if the teacher himself were present, seeing this scene, he would be stunned...
The reason was simple, because Freedom Mountain’s cultivation method was very unique, focused on learning, or "talent."
Just as the Mystic God Daoist Sect venerates "virtue," Freedom Mountain venerates "learning."
The deeper the learning, the more recognized by heaven and earth, thus able to cultivate a strand of "talent," and with it, one could gain and manifest various divine powers.
But the premise is, one needs to undergo "enlightenment," to divide a "sea of learning" outside the sea of consciousness, to store talent.
This is a completely independent system, just as sound cultivators and sword cultivators have their own unique cultivation techniques, aside from Freedom Mountain disciples, it’s impossible for anyone else to possess "talent."
Otherwise among mortals, there would be many who could directly obtain the Dao with their own talent.
Yet now, an unimaginable phenomenon appeared before their eyes.
Chen Kuang, this cultivator who wasn’t a Freedom Mountain disciple.
His recited poem actually caused a thread of talent to emerge!
Lin Er You felt incredulous in his heart, wasn’t this creating something from nothing?
Or maybe, is Chen Kuang actually the teacher’s illegitimate child... cough cough, alright, that’s unlikely, but secretly being accepted as a disciple can’t be ruled out.
