Chapter 123 - 85: This Land of Daxia is Blessed with Great Talent
Most of the furious barrage of Lu Yun’s Fist Force was swallowed by the strange black water the foreigner manipulated with his hands just as it was about to strike.
Even so, a few jets of Fist Force slipped past the black water’s defense and slammed squarely into the foreigner’s body.
His cheeks, chest, and arms were instantly torn open by the searing Fist Force, creating several gruesome, bloody wounds.
The edges of the wounds were not only charred black but also constantly giving off wisps of white smoke.
Soon, something bizarre happened: the wounds began to heal on their own.
The charred flesh sloughed off at a rate visible to the naked eye as new tissue grew frantically, filling the gaps torn open by the Fist Force.
Healing—burning—healing—burning. This repeated three times.
After the third cycle, the searing Qi from the wounds completely vanished. The foreigner’s skin was restored to its original state, without a single scar left behind.
He first looked down at his body, then glanced up in the direction Lu Yun had vanished, muttering in disbelief.
"Such a formidable Daxia person..."
A moment later, the foreigner shook his head in disappointment. ’The worthless constitution of these Western barbarians truly can’t compare to this land of the Daxia New Country...’
The "worthless" one he mentioned was the original owner of this vessel—the person he had possessed, whom Daxia’s Martial Artists called a "Grandmaster of Divine Intent."
’If I had possessed a true, native Daxia Grandmaster of Divine Intent, that remarkable Daxia person from before would have been dead for sure, no matter what bizarre tricks he had up his sleeve.’
But alas, there are no what-ifs. The foreigner could only sigh and retract his gaze.
The men from the Patrol Office and the foreign soldiers standing nearby were now scared out of their wits!
The foreigner paid them no mind. He simply stood there quietly, committing the man’s face to memory.
’Next time we meet... you won’t be so lucky. No one escapes from the grasp of me, Lucian Thorne!’
At this thought, Thorne took a deep breath. Sweet. An aroma sweeter than anything he had ever known!
The air was a mixture of blood, gunpowder, and dust, along with the humidity and oppressive heat unique to this southern city.
But to him, it all smelled so sweet, so nostalgic.
So, Thorne closed his eyes, letting the familiar scent flood his lungs, flood this borrowed vessel.
Hundreds of years had passed in the blink of an eye. A strange light swirled in his emerald eyes, seeming to reflect memories so ancient they were nearly forgotten.
Hundreds of years ago, during the era of Emperor Zulong.
Back then, this land wasn’t called the "Daxia New Country," nor even the "Yin Dynasty."
’Back then, it was called the Zulong Dynasty! That was my people’s greatest nightmare, and also our greatest opportunity.’
’One day, the rift in the Kunlun Secret Realm, which connected to the space beyond the Endless World, suddenly widened.’
’We, the beings known in countless worlds as "Outer Celestial Demons," naturally poured through that rift in the Kunlun Secret Realm and into this unfamiliar land.’
’At the time, we thought it was a heaven-sent hunting ground. This land was suffused with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and humans brimming with life force were as common as blades of grass. Every last one was a perfect "vessel."’
’We could wantonly scatter the Immortal Flesh—a substance created from our race’s Origin Power using our Divine Techniques—then possess the Martial Artists who consumed it, thereby gaining physical bodies.’
’That Immortal Flesh was truly a heavenly treasure. After the Martial Artists of this world consumed it, their Realm would advance by leaps and bounds, their power would skyrocket, and they could practically ascend to the heavens in a single bound.’
’The Immortal Flesh... that Immortal Flesh contained our race’s Origin Power. It contained our will. If the Martial Dao Will of a person who consumed it was not strong enough...’
’...then at a critical moment—such as when breaking through a bottleneck, when gravely injured and near death, or when beset by a Heart Demon...’
’...the power hidden within the Immortal Flesh would become the very tool an Outer Celestial Demon needed to possess them.’
’After all, in the balance between life and death, a single opening is all it takes.’
’Of course, there were exceptions. For those with terrifyingly resolute Martial Dao Wills, the Immortal Flesh was nothing more than a simple tonic.’
’Later, that Emperor Zulong failed in his attempt to break through to the final Realm. This caused the rift in the Kunlun Secret Realm to widen even further, allowing more powerful Outer Celestial Demons to descend.’
’But was it a time for celebration? No!’
’That Emperor Zulong—the one who audaciously sought to merge with the heavens, to take that final step and achieve a Realm beyond Grandmaster of Divine Intent—was simply too strong.’
’He was so strong that most of the Outer Celestial Demons who invaded this world, even by pooling all their power, could not faze him in the slightest.’
’So strong that his Martial Dao Will was like a blazing sun hanging in the sky; if any of us "Outer Celestial Demons" even got close, that Will would incinerate our very souls.’
A so-called Grandmaster of Divine Intent is one who has cultivated a Martial Arts Technique to its absolute peak, thereby giving birth to an exquisitely profound Martial Dao Will. This Will is then fused with the Qi in their body to form a higher level of power.
It isn’t simply a matter of being "stronger"; it’s a qualitative transformation. It is the first step a mortal takes toward becoming a "god."
And this power just so happened to be the bane of incorporeal beings like the Outer Celestial Demons; it was the only power that could kill them.
’So, while Emperor Zulong was alive, the Outer Celestial Demon race could only hide, could only lurk, waiting cautiously for an opportunity like rats in a gutter.’
’The deadliest part was, there was more than one fucking human as monstrously strong as Emperor Zulong. Although there were gaps in their power, it was more than enough to make all of us Outer Celestial Demons suffer for it.’
A bitter smile touched the corner of the foreigner Thorne’s lips. This land called "Daxia" was simply too bizarre; a place where the very soil seemed to give birth to prodigies.
’Wielding a Martial Dao Will forged from the ambition to unify the world and stand as an equal to the heavens, Emperor Zulong slaughtered us Outer Celestial Demons until our blood flowed in rivers.’