High Martial: I Grind Professions

Each slash condensed his mind and spirit, drawing out the profound mysteries of the Law hidden deep within his saber techniques.

HUMMM!

The blade cut through the air, at times becoming a silver thread that tore through the void.

One moment heavy as a mountain, the next exploding with light, then flowing with a seamless momentum.

But most often, he practiced "Instant Flash"—a technique so fast it surpassed the limits of thought.

The blade’s gleam appeared and vanished in an instant, like a true beam of light.

It left behind fleeting trails of light in the void, faintly touching the very edge of time’s flow.

His movements were concise, precise, and brimming with a sense of power.

The blade’s light clashed against the incredibly hard black rock of the Trial Star, sending sparks flying and leaving behind gashes of varying depths.

The gashes then slowly mended themselves under the Trial Star’s strange self-repairing ability.

Every swing of the saber was an ultimate refinement of his strength, his grasp of the Law, and the coordination of his physical body.

His mind was completely immersed in the world of the saber, and on his status panel, the proficiency of his Instant Flash ticked upward, almost imperceptibly.

Time flew by in his selfless cultivation.

After two hours of focused practice, his sweat evaporated from the searing saber qi before it could even fall.

[You have diligently practiced your saber techniques for two hours. Martial Daoist EXP +12]

[Class: Martial Daoist Lv. 4 (1588→1600/1600), Scholar Lv. 20]

When this message clearly appeared in his consciousness,

Li Wen’s movements stilled. He lowered his saber and stood tall, a sharp glint erupting in his eyes.

’Level up!’

The instant the thought formed, that familiar, majestic torrent of heat once again erupted without warning from the deepest core of his body.

BOOM—!

This current of heat was like a raging, roaring flood of magma.

It instantly surged through his limbs and torso, seeping into every cell, every meridian, and every inch of his bones.

A drastic transformation had begun.

Li Wen focused his mind, guiding this power to evenly strengthen every corner of his body.

He could feel his power rising steadily.

His body’s Defense Power, explosive strength, and endurance were all undergoing a qualitative leap.

Finally, the violent torrent of heat gradually subsided, completely merging into his physical body.

It was as if it had never been there, yet it had left behind an earth-shattering change.

WHOOSH—!

Li Wen let out a long breath of turbid air. This breath was so condensed it was like an arrow, stirring faint ripples in the space several meters ahead of him.

He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the overwhelming power within him, a force capable of overturning rivers and seas.

[Class upgrade successful!]

[Class: Martial Daoist Lv. 5 (0/3200), Scholar Lv. 20]

Lv. 5! His physical strength had once again received an astonishing boost of over one-fifth.

Combined with the cumulative effects of the previous four upgrades,

Li Wen could clearly sense that his body’s overall strength was now almost fifty percent more powerful than it had been before he activated the Martial Daoist class!

This massive enhancement to his physical body directly triggered a synchronous surge in both the quantity and quality of his True Aura and vital energy.

Right now, with his pure physical strength alone, he was strong enough to shake mountains.

When his True Aura circulated, it was sharper than ever; his vital energy surged like the sea, brimming with immense life force.

An unprecedented sense of completeness filled his entire body.

"Good!" A tangible fighting spirit burned in Li Wen’s eyes.

This immense power, originating from the depths of his physical body, gave him even greater confidence for the final battle that was fast approaching.

...

「Meanwhile.」

「In the Demon Realm, outside the Celestial Fox Palace.」

The massive world projection Array, which had been operating continuously for several years, was now, thanks to the Talisman Emperor’s exorbitant and almost insane investment of resources, emitting a terrifying, heart-pounding aura.

The light at the Array’s core had transformed from its initial dimness into a viscous, deep, dark red, as if coagulated demon blood were boiling.

Layer after layer of spatial ripples spread out madly from the center of the Array.

They distorted the surrounding light, shrouding the entire Celestial Fox Palace region in an ominous, scarlet halo.

The Talisman Emperor stood before the Array with his hands clasped behind his back, his scarlet robes fluttering though there was no wind.

He closed his eyes, sensing the increasingly clear "anchor point" at the Array’s core—the coordinates of Blue Star.

A moment later, he opened his eyes. A cold yet scorching glint flickered in his demonic, vertical pupils.

"In one more day at most, the projection will fully stabilize and take form."

His deep voice, imbued with unquestionable authority, clearly reached the ears of a Demon Saint standing in attendance behind him.

"Relay my imperial command: all Demon Kings and above are to assemble before the Celestial Fox Palace immediately. There are to be no delays!"

"I obey the Talisman Emperor’s decree!" the Demon Saint immediately bowed to accept the order, transforming into a gust of demonic wind and speeding away.

The Talisman Emperor then personally activated three specially made communication talismans. He injected them with Demon Power, and the talismans transformed into three streaks of light that tore through the sky and vanished.

Soon, the consciousnesses of three incomparably powerful Demon Emperors, each with a distinct style, descended across space:

"Fu Li, is it done?" The Tiger Emperor’s voice was tinged with fierce impatience.

"Haha, excellent! The day has finally come! The Human Race of Blue Star... I will personally grind their bones to dust!" The Shadow Claw Demon Emperor’s thoughts were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"Not bad. You’ve worked hard, Fu Li." The Bone-Eroding Demon Emperor’s voice was the calmest, yet it carried a deep, suffocating pressure.

"The channel will be stable and the projection will descend by this time tomorrow at the latest," the Talisman Emperor replied faintly. "Everyone, it’s time to move out."

"Good," the Bone-Eroding Demon Emperor stated succinctly.

"Hahaha, I can’t wait any longer!" the Tiger Emperor laughed wildly.

The consciousnesses of the Four Emperors were filled with absolute confidence and greed.

In their eyes, the Human Race’s side had nothing more than a suspected new Saint Realm expert.

Even if he had a few tricks up his sleeve, how could he possibly withstand the combined might of the four of them, all Demon Emperors?

The Bone-Eroding Demon Emperor, in particular, possessed the strength of a peak Saint Realm expert, more than enough to suppress any unexpected variables.

The gathering of the Four Emperors was the pillar that stabilized the Demon Race, a symbol of unrivaled power.

Blue Star, in their eyes, was already a prize in the bag, theirs for the taking as soon as the channel stabilized.