Chapter 10, Enlightenment of the Heavenly Way, Breaking Through the Soul to the Heavens
The three swords of heaven, earth, and humanity merge into my being; in the vastness of the eight directions and six realms, I alone hold supremacy
"It is hard to believe, isn't it? But I must tell you, it is all true; you are not dreaming." Zhuge Yuan stood up and continued, "Later, the aftermath of the battle exceeded my control, which caused you to faint."
Master, please allow your disciple to pay their respects with a bow
Uncertain who shouted this, three shadowy figures swiftly vanished into the night. King Zhi Jue observed all of this with indifference; strangely, he did not intervene.
However, this was the last sentence that Shangguan Yu heard, for he had already lost consciousness. How he wished to continue watching, but the pressure was too overwhelming, and he simply could not endure it. If it had not been for Zhuge Yuan protecting him, he would have certainly perished in the aftermath of the battle.
Quickly retreat
Isn't it true that my uncle cannot cultivate martial arts? Could it be that he has been hiding it all this time? Although he hopes for a different answer, he still feels compelled to ask this question
The three shadowy figures seemed to have encountered an obstacle, unable to advance even an inch. Shangguan Yu observed that the three individuals were holding their swords with both hands, horizontally suspended in mid-air. What was originally a stunning scene now appeared rather comical.
I, an old man, believed that there were wise guardians beside the king, but I never expected that you yourself are the wise one
"I am unworthy of such praise, I am unworthy of such praise. Did you not just say that those eight could not kill me?" Zhuge Yuan stood in the void, as if everything that was happening now was still within his control.
Indeed, my uncle cannot cultivate martial arts, but the path of cultivation in this world is not limited to martial arts alone. My uncle can see that you have long considered this aspect; you are merely afraid that it is unrealistic
Shangguan Yu was both astonished and delighted; astonished that everything that happened last night was indeed true, and delighted that Zhuge Yuan was truly that kind of extraordinary person.
Unbeknownst to him, Zhuge Yuan pulled him into the thicket. The old man did not stop them, nor did he follow. Shangguan Yu was completely unable to intervene; he could only quietly observe the unfolding situation. What considerations led Zhuge Yuan to bring him into the thicket? He looked around at the surrounding bushes, deep in thought, knowing that Zhuge Yuan would not engage in meaningless actions. Suddenly, he was startled; could there be other assassins nearby? He looked around at the surrounding bushes, deep in thought, knowing that Zhuge Yuan would not engage in meaningless actions. Suddenly, he was startled; could there be other assassins nearby?
Zhuge Yuan raised his voice, "The heart of heaven is most benevolent. It was at that time that shamans began to appear. They understood the way of heaven and comprehended the principles of the universe, possessing boundless power. However, the requirements to learn shamanism are exceedingly high, and very few can inherit this lineage. Consequently, the number of shamans has dwindled in modern times. You need not say it; I already know you wish to learn, don't you?"
"You have hit the nail on the head," Zhuge Yuan lightly coughed and said, "Uncle has taken a different path—Shaman. Regardless of whether it is a larger number of warriors or a smaller number of mages, they are all far outnumbered by shamans."
As the three beams of sword light were about to converge, the Wise King once again extended his right hand. He flicked his right hand as if brushing off dust, sending ripples radiating into the distance
Shangguan Yu shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and a bright light pierced his vision. He got up, looked around, and then buried his head in confusion.
How did the witch come into being? Shangguan Yu was also deeply attracted by the witch, feeling as if he had developed a strong interest in her
"The assassin, the assassin, never engages in direct duels with others," murmured Shangguan Yu as he suddenly understood that the old man must have a backup plan; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to chat so openly with Zhuge Yuan
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yu seemed to understand something. The term "Wu" was something he had also heard in his previous life; during the primordial era, there were the Wu clan and the Yao clan. Moreover, the Wu clan had twelve ancestral shamans, but later, during the great calamity between the Wu and Yao, they all perished.
Shangguan Yu glanced into the distance; he did not know when the old man had vanished into the night. He looked at Zhuge Yuan again, and to his dismay, Zhuge Yuan still wore that calm and indifferent expression.
Shangguan Yu should have been sad, but upon seeing Zhuge Yuan's smile, he understood. He did not pretend to be foolish and directly asked, "Which path is Uncle practicing?"
He hurriedly ran into the courtyard and indeed saw Zhuge Yuan reading a book. He was once again puzzled; could this scholarly-looking Zhuge Yuan really be that formidable? Could he truly annihilate a martial artist at the King Realm with just a casual wave of his hand?
An old man stood in the void, clad in a loose black robe. He gazed solemnly at the King of Wisdom, "Truly worthy of the King of Wisdom, your concealment is so profound that even I have been deceived!"
The great art of killing, a shocking strike, slaying enemies and breaking through a thousand armies! The unparalleled King of Wisdom has finally made his move, and the boundless vitality of heaven and earth is surging, as if this world is about to explode
The first ray of sword light shattered the bushes. The second ray of sword light illuminated the night, and the third ray of sword light pierced through the void. Three rays of sword light attacked the Wise King from three directions: above, middle, and below. At that moment, Shangguan Yu felt his body stung painfully by the sword energy.
Shangguan Yu's thoughts were discerned by Zhuge Yuan, yet he felt little embarrassment. He merely scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly a few times
Zhuge Yuan was certainly unaware of what Shangguan Yu was thinking; it seemed as if he was narrating something, yet also as if he were speaking to himself. "We shamans do not cultivate the physical body, but rather the soul. My uncle was unable to practice martial arts since childhood, and it was only through certain circumstances that he embarked on the path of shamanism. The profundity of shamanism and its unfathomable nature deeply captivates me. We communicate with the primal energies of heaven and earth, rather than various elements. It is said that great masters can harness the power of the entire universe for their attacks; such a realm is truly terrifying!" The profundity of shamanism and its unfathomable nature deeply captivates me. We communicate with the primal energies of heaven and earth, rather than various elements. It is said that great masters can harness the power of the entire universe for their attacks; such a realm is truly terrifying!
Indeed
The old man seems to have a lot to say to Zhuge Yuan, and the two are conversing face to face. Shangguan Yu cannot understand why they keep discussing trivial matters. Could it be that the unparalleled strategist is injured? Or is this old man too wary of Zhuge Yuan?
If my uncle had no skills, do you think he could become the Wise King of the Feiyu Dynasty?
However, since it is currently possible to learn witchcraft, it could not be better. Having more skills is never a burden; being able to learn one more thing is certainly something he desires. Without any hesitation, he walked directly in front of Zhuge Yuan and, with a "bang," knelt down.
"Feel free to ask any questions, but you must have some breakfast first." On the stone table beside Zhuge Yuan, there was a plate of delicious pastries that looked extremely tempting
Is everything that happened last night not real? Could it be that he was dreaming? But isn't there such a thing as a dream that feels so real? If it is not a dream, then how could Zhuge Yuan be so formidable?
He dressed himself and tidied up briefly. He was eager to find out whether everything that happened last night was true, as it would determine whether he could embark on the path of the strong in the future
An aged voice resounded, resonant and powerful. "Wise King, today I shall let you witness my extraordinary skills!"
Shangguan Yu quietly listened, as if he too was drawn into the world of the shaman by Zhuge Yuan
Shangguan Yu seemed to feel suffocated; the pressure was simply too overwhelming. He had not yet reached the realm of human extremity, so how could he possibly withstand such pressure
Although Shangguan Yu yearned even more to become a martial artist, since he could not cultivate martial arts, he decided to learn witchcraft first. After all, he was quite interested in witchcraft. He had a strong intuition that in the near future, he would surely be able to embark on the path of martial arts.
In ancient times, various ferocious beasts roamed freely, and spirits, demons, and even gods, monsters, ghosts, and phantoms ruled this world. The humans of ancient times, our ancestors, had just emerged on the Tianxuan Continent. They pleaded with the heavens amidst floods, struggled to survive in the face of wildfires, floated lifelessly in the wake of diseases, and bled rivers under the claws of ferocious beasts. Our ancestors were nearly exterminated; in their agony and wails, their resentment surged to the heavens, shaking both heaven and earth.
"Uncle, is everything that happened last night true? About the assassination attempt we encountered?" Shangguan Yu, feeling that his stomach was already full, eagerly asked Zhuge Yuan.
Somewhat interesting, a mere imitation, filling the ranks with subpar talent, even a grain of rice can shine with brilliance
Shangguan Yu nodded, showing no signs of politeness. He directly sat down on the stool, grabbed the pastries, and began to eat heartily, having felt hungry for quite some time.
The wonders of this world are beyond your imagination; you are still young and do not understand many things. Those who cultivate can be referred to as cultivators, but there are different types of cultivators. The eight great judges who attempted to assassinate us last night, known as the Book King, are mages. Mages cultivate mental power and communicate with various elements of the universe for their own use. The eight great judges represent eight systems: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, light, darkness, and thunder. When mages cast spells, they must recite incantations. They disappeared into the night last night, partly to carry out the assassination and partly to facilitate the recitation of their spells. They utilize the power of the elements to attack, and mages of higher realms can even unleash world-destroying spells
Only he himself is clear that everything in last night's battle was under his control. He did not want Shangguan Yu to see such a high-level battle too early, lest he become overly ambitious.
Shangguan Yu carefully looked at Zhuge Yuan, feeling that no matter how he looked, he could not discern the temperament from last night. He could no longer contain his curiosity; if he held it in any longer, he estimated he would go mad
Only then did the three dark shadows reappear, but this time they transformed into a single sword. Three sharp divine swords emitted a blinding light, surrounding the elderly man
Zhuge Yuan paused for a moment, smiled at Shangguan Yu, and said, "If one cannot become a warrior, then one can become a mage. This also provides the world with an additional path for cultivation. However, there are still more warriors in the world. Nevertheless, my uncle has checked, and you are not suited to become a mage"
He has lost the memories of the first two years, but he vaguely remembers that it seems someone has tampered with him. It is precisely because of this that he is unable to cultivate martial arts now. However, he believes in his intuition and is certain that he will eventually embark on the path of martial arts.
Zhuge Yuan put down the book in his hand and said, "Xiao Yu, you are here! Did you sleep well last night?"
The wise and extraordinary Wang still wore a gentle expression, even sporting a faint smile. However, the words he spoke made the person opposite him so furious that they nearly spat blood.