High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 168 - 117: To Kill You, One Punch Is Enough! (Double-Length)
Zhang Zhizhou was not so surprised, as if he remembered something, he said solemnly:
"It is possible... The master once told me that talent is actually not cultivated, but was pioneered by an ancient Canliao Realm master named ’Confucian Scholar’ as a ’path’."
"After he died, the ’Dao Realm’ and will merged into the world, transforming into one of its rules. Thus, we descendants were able to possess ’talent’."
"Otherwise, wouldn’t all this ’talent’ have come from nowhere?"
Lin Er You was startled, hearing such a saying for the first time.
Canliao...
This is a realm above a Saint, nonexistent in this world.
After the "War Against Heaven" in the Ancient Era ended, the path declined and fell into chaos; thus, cultivators actually became increasingly marginalized.
Since then, almost no one could glimpse the ’Canliao’.
The only cultivator once considered closest to the Canliao Realm was the Sword Saint who had passed away on Void Mountain.
Unfortunately, even he couldn’t realize the Canliao Dao before he died.
"Will merged into the world..."
Lin Er You muttered, quickly understanding:
"You mean, if the predecessor ’Confucian Scholar’ acknowledges us from the mysterious void, we can also gain ’talent’?"
Zhang Zhizhou nodded, his expression serious and heavy: "Indeed."
Lin Er You exhaled, feeling a complexity in his heart, unsure of what he felt.
Before, he thought Chen Kuang was indeed impressive, but since it hadn’t touched his own unique domain, he mostly just admired him, envied him.
But the meaning of these words now indicates that Chen Kuang’s poem is unbelievably extraordinary... to the point of being recognized by heaven and earth!
As a disciple of the contemporary Freedom Mountain and an outstanding figure among the younger generation, Lin Er You suddenly felt a little unbalanced.
His gums itched slightly...
But then again, the excellence of the poem was evident, and Lin Er You genuinely admired it.
Born of nature, filled with exuberance!
"Even when the wind stops, I can still stir the vast sea..."
Lin Er You looked at the diving Kunpeng with a complex expression and said, "I hope it’s just a temporary downturn that keeps you from rising with the wind."
"Snap!"
Zhang Zhizhou suddenly placed the white piece that had been paused for a long time: "Er You, it’s your turn."
Lin Er You hesitated for a moment, then sat back down, glancing at the chessboard, his face turned a bit grim.
Zhang Zhizhou’s chess skill was astounding; he had hardly ever won against him since they were young.
The game began with him in a restless state of mind, and he was already at a disadvantage.
But earlier, his black pieces had regained some ground, poised to seize victory in one swift strike.
Yet with Zhang Zhizhou’s white piece just now, he realized that the previous advantage was actually Zhang Zhizhou’s setup.
At this moment, the seemingly silent white pieces finally revealed their fierce killing intent.
Lin Er You concentrated, contemplating as he picked up a black piece.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly placed it down.
...
With Chen Kuang’s two lines of poetry, the passive "Driven by Poetic Frenzy" was instantly triggered!
The soaring spirit within the verses instantly transformed into a mighty wind and cloud, supporting the massive body of the Kunpeng, no longer seeming like it was about to plummet straight down.
Chen Kuang could sense that beneath him was not the true physical body of his senior brother, but an entire ’Dao Realm’ manifesting.
On the back of the Kunpeng, Chen Kuang could see beneath the scales a vast fish body without flesh, but an endless ocean!
Beneath that ocean, clouds floated, appearing dreamlike and illusory.
And vaguely, a small boat drifted between the sea and the clouds, its dim fishing light added the only warm hue.
This was the complete form of Wen Si’s ’Dao Realm’.
The various illusions Chen Kuang had seen before when Wen Si was performing were just a small fraction of it.
In the instant the Kunpeng dove, Chen Kuang felt a tremendous pressure flooding onto him.
He had a premonition that if he continued diving downwards, using the power of the ’Dao Realm’ to clash with Mu Zhao, he would be the first to die.
However, he was also confident that he could transfer all the damage he would receive to Mu Zhao, combined with all the passives triggered in an instant, enough to wound the Martial Saint!
Perhaps, it wouldn’t just be a mere injury!
But as this "Driven by Poetic Frenzy" was triggered, the poetic imagery unexpectedly transformed into two layers of power in an instant.
The first layer, naturally, was the inexorable "On one day, the great Roc rises with the wind, soaring up ninety thousand miles".
Under this imagery’s enhancement, the force of Wen Si’s ’Dao Realm’ became more solid, almost matching his inherent potential level.
The second layer was akin to a final burst of brilliance, exploding with multiplied strength as life was about to be exhausted.
For Chen Kuang, this couldn’t save his life, but it was enough to leave the Martial Saint with an unforgettable memory.
In a flash of light and shadow.
The Kunpeng fell like clouds, and Chen Kuang finally locked eyes with the silhouette.
He saw the full form of the figure—
It wasn’t the body of the Martial Saint.
Chen Kuang’s pupils involuntarily contracted.
The figure wasn’t extraordinarily tall, merely the figure of a robust young man, about six feet tall, or rather, a dark-skinned youth.
This youth had a simple appearance, wearing a light green headscarf, and dressed in shorts, with several patches on the clothes.
