My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1380 - 498: Divine Will Martial Cultivator (Part 2)

"What divine skills, what martial arts!"

The Bamboo Hat Cultivator praised, "You've achieved such realm at merely over a hundred years of age, it's truly incredible, I'm not as good as you."

"Senior, you flatter me."

Chen Sansi put away the long spear, "I suppose you are the lone Loose Cultivator of Sky Water Continent, Murong Buxu?"

"Indeed, it's I."

Murong Buxu nodded.

"Rustle——"

The sound of armor rubbing echoed, as countless Forbidden Army soldiers surrounded the grand hall.

"All retreat."

Chen Sansi said solemnly.

The other party acted impulsively just now, though somewhat impolite, there was no actual malice; neither side had used their true power, it was mostly a competition of 'technique'.

"Senior Murong!"

Guan Siheng ran over, "Daoist Tien Wu, Senior Murong just enjoys sparring with others, please don't take it to heart."

"No problem."

Chen Sansi said, "You came here, is there news from the Heavenly Water side?"

Guan Siheng nodded heavily, "All preparations are complete, Daoist Tien Wu, you may lead the army into Heavenly Water to attack Kunxu."

"Good, I was waiting for your word!"

Chen Sansi looked outside the hall at the Immortal Officials, his voice ringing like a bell through the Sky Wall City, "Give the order, advance!"

Wang Zhi stood in front of the million-soldier formation, conveying the Emperor's command.

"Sky Water Sect, Kunxu degenerates, poisoning beings, insulting my Great Han, plotting to invade the Divine Continent, plundering our lands, letting their poisonous grass spread all over our fields, we shall not tolerate this!}

"Today, His Majesty personally leads the expedition, commanding our Immortal Dynasty's Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, launching an assault on Sky Water, to overthrow Kunxu!

"Those who offend my mighty Han, though distant will be punished!

"Beat the drums, advance!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the thunderous sound of war drums, nearly two million Heavenly Soldiers and Generals embarked on a vast journey, disappearing at the edge of the wilderness, heading straight for the Transmission Array.

"It is interesting."

Murong Buxu looked at the grand spectacle before him, "I've been in seclusion for many years, I only heard before that the Eastern Continent brewed a special national destiny that allows mortals to have the ability to slay immortals, now seeing it firsthand, it's indeed true.

"So many people, even through the Transmission Array, it's likely to take some time, during this period, you and I can rest, waiting for the decisive battle."

"Senior Murong."

Chen Sansi initiated, "Junior has a request."

Murong Buxu replied warmly, "You and I are life-and-death allies in this battle, feel free to ask if you need help."

Chen Sansi continued, "Recently, I have opened the Mud Pellet Palace, but because I cannot comprehend divine intention, I have been unable to break through, hoping to ask senior for some tips on divine intention."

"The basics of divine intention need not be explained by me."

Murong Buxu said with hands behind, "What is called 'divine intention' is actually the integration with one's own martial arts ideology, as for what the ideology is, I'm afraid only you yourself know."

Chen Sansi nodded.

It seems that this divine intention realm is truly beyond the help of outsiders.

"It is for such reason, that warriors of divine intention are rare strong individuals."

Murong Buxu slowly said, "I can't help you integrate your own ideology, but I can show you my own divine intention, perhaps it can aid you.

"But before that, I too have a question I'd like to ask you."

Chen Sansi said, "Please feel free to ask, senior."

Murong Buxu smiled, "I want to ask, how did you hone 'technique' to its utmost and comprehend divine skills?"

"Senior means extreme divine skills perhaps."

Chen Sansi said frankly, "Actually, it's not hard, after I achieved a little success in martial arts, I no longer stuck to my natal weapon, turned instead to train spears, swords, staves, axes among hundreds of weapons, each of them cultivated to Martial Saint Realm, then put into battle.

"Through life-and-death struggles, integrating all learned knowledge, plus some new insights, thus achieved extreme divine skills."

"So as you say..."

Murong Buxu slightly surprised, "You trained hundreds of weapons even before formally setting on the path of cultivation?"

Chen Sansi said, "Weapons were over a hundred, but cultivation techniques probably over a thousand volumes."

"I understand now."

Murong Buxu suddenly realized, "Only during mortal flesh, can better understand martial truths, high realm rather obsessed with destructive power, neglecting the importance of 'technique', seems like I can never comprehend martial arts divine power such as yours in this life.

"But speaking anyway.

"You in Martial Saint Realm could already cultivate so many martial arts techniques, and weren't worried about time spent since True Power Warriors don't increase lifespans.

"After all, I fall far behind you..."

"Senior, you flatter me."

Chen Sansi said, "I merely have two good teachers."

After reaching Martial Saint, the teacher didn't let him rush to break through but threw a large number of strange techniques to make him understand comprehensively, if not for this, could never achieve extreme divine skills.

"Besides Mu Chutai, you have another teacher? To teach a disciple like you, should be a respectable martial artist.

"Alright, let me share some experiences as a person who has been through it."

In Murong Buxu's palm appeared a metallic Pen Spear, he gently stroked the pen shaft and slowly told, "I was born in the Sea of Chaos, into a mortal court.

"From young, I studied painting profoundly, at merely seven years old, was already a child prodigy painter known throughout miles.

"At twelve, I shook the world with an 'Eight Horses Painting'. In the same year, was summoned to the palace by the Emperor at the time to paint for the Noble Consort, and was inexplicably embroiled in a conflict.

"In this conflict, all my family and friends perished, while I could only watch powerlessly, barely surviving."

"Since then, I realized painting was useless, thus began to turn to martial arts.

"Yet...

"As a painter originally, even in martial arts, continued the painting habit, subconsciously preplanned layouts, habitually controlling everything.

"Therefore Daoist, my 'divine intention' is 'Heaven and Earth combined power', my domain, self-designated as——mountains and rivers painting!"

As the words fell.

Murong Buxu's Pen Spear buzzed suddenly, he casually brushed, the pen tip was like silently tearing through the void, as fragile as rice paper being soaked with ink.

A thick ink mark appeared out of thin air, spreading rapidly like falling on rice paper, enveloping the entire world in an instant.

Chen Sansi felt his eyes blur, as if falling into a huge ink pool, the solid ground beneath, the clear blue sky above, the undulating mountains afar, all familiar existence instantly faded, twisted, dissolved!

When vision returned to normal, he had already arrived in another world.

In this world, there was no varied color, only black and white.

Under Chen Sansi's feet flowed an endless ink ocean, as if someone had poured limitless ink into seawater, dyeing it black.

Above his head was a sky as white as freshly cut Xuan paper, empty with only a few smudges of pale gray water stains, resembling tear stains not fully dried.

Afar, several lone peaks drawn purely by ink stood suspended, distinct yet with the fading edges peculiar to ink wash, lifeless and rugged.

In an instant.

He seemed to stand within a landscape painting.

This...

was the domain of the warrior in divine intention realm!

Murong Buxu stood at the center of this black-and-white world, a blue robe fluttering in the windless ink-colored world, the Pen Spear in his hand flowed with a chilling gleam, the sole light source in this realm.

He slowly stepped forward, body and Ancient Treasure together turned into a puddle of black ink, merged into the endless ink ocean, vanishing tracelessly.

"Swish——"

From the sea surface, a wisp of ink spilled out, condensing mid-air into a sword edge, stabbing straight at his face.

Chen Sansi raised his spear to block.

But upon contact with the sword edge, felt a terrifying Power of Laws, body retreating over a hundred miles, smashing through several ink peaks before barely halting.

Not giving him time to breathe, the second sword edge descended from the sky, followed by the third, the fourth...

These attacks were tricky enough, but what amazed Chen Sansi was he simply couldn't locate Murong Buxu's position.

Or rather, everything in the domain, every grass or wood, was transformed by Murong Buxu, he had completely become the Power of Laws of this small realm!