manynovel Chapter 149 Gathering Divine Will, The Battle of Minds
Chapter 149 Gathering Divine Will, The Battle of Minds
Chapter 149 Gathering Divine Will, The Battle of Minds
In the open space in front of the house, Modi took a deep breath.
When air enters the abdomen, it mixes with the pungent and hot qi, producing various reactions.
A spark of strange fire lay dormant within, and stimulated by the energy, it ignited violently.
With a contraction of his chest, Modi exhaled a breath that instantly transformed into a boundless sea of fire upon contact with the outside world.
A massive amount of thermal energy was drawn to the sea of fire, enveloping half of the mountain village, as if summer had arrived, with temperatures rising steadily.
"By manipulating the Qi, one can locally alter the climate. The research of the Food Cult in this area has truly exceeded my expectations."
He also didn't understand how an organization that started by researching dietary supplements ended up researching climate control.
"Using the four elements of the human body to manipulate the four external energies, even at the Qi Condensation Realm, one can change the climate of a small part of the mountain stronghold. If one were at the Divine罡 Realm..."
At the Divine Realm, divine will can easily cover an entire city, while at the Grandmaster Realm, which is comparable to an immortal, the scope of interference increases exponentially, and with a thought, it could probably cover an entire state.
Although Mo Di had not reached the level of a Divine Realm expert, his control over the four elements was stronger than that of an ordinary Divine Realm expert, enough to interfere with the climate on a large scale and cover the entire Great Ze Mountain within his own domain.
The outer perimeter of Daze Mountain is a cycle of four elements that he personally constructed. On the surface, it looks no different from other places, but when the cycle is activated, it presents a completely different scene.
Cold and warm, the four elements rotate, and the scenery of the four seasons will also be displayed in turn.
Sometimes it's the extreme cold that freezes blood, sometimes the extreme heat that melts gold, and other strange phenomena that change with the seasons, enough to kill an entire army composed of low-level cultivators.
"It's a pity that I haven't been able to integrate the Five Flavors concept into it yet, otherwise I would be confident that I could annihilate even the most elite Tianying Army of the Great Qian Dynasty."
Mo Di encountered the same problem as Wei Dailiang: he was unable to complete the "Four Natures and Five Flavors Nourishing Body Method" and could not perfectly integrate the concepts of the four natures and five flavors.
Nevertheless, he still managed to produce a semi-finished product, which he casually named "Four-Five Body Tempering Technique." As the name suggests, this technique only has one level: body tempering.
The downside is that the subsequent paths are incomplete, but the upside is that it is simple and easy to learn. Even illiterate refugees can quickly get started under the guidance of Lin Yuanping and others.
Even if they don't understand the underlying principles, it's not difficult for them to follow the example with guidance.
Another advantage of practicing this technique is that it requires fewer specific resources, unlike some other techniques that require specific resources to assist in the cultivation process.
As long as there is food, whether it is meat, grains, or even grass roots and tree bark, it can all promote the progress of cultivation.
By exercising while eating, one can break down the five flavors in food and absorb the nutrients to the maximum extent.
By supplementing the exercises with the part on balancing the four elements, one can prevent imbalances in the five flavors that lead to imbalances in the four elements.
After just two days of cultivation, the refugees' emaciated appearance had diminished considerably. With a little more cultivation, they would likely be indistinguishable from ordinary people.
Of course, all of this is based on the premise that there is enough food.
"Master, as you instructed, we have tallied the food reserves in the warehouse. The mountain stronghold has enough food to last us for about a month."
Fan Jin held a small booklet and reported to him on the work progress of himself and others.
Thanks to the "Four-Five Body Tempering Technique" and a plentiful supply of food, Fan Jin not only improved his physical strength but also became much more mentally clear.
Now, he does have a bit of a scholarly air about him.
If a horse is not fed enough, it will lack strength, and its talents will remain hidden. This applies to horses as well as people.
"Thanks to you, Daoist Master, for guiding the cooling energy and setting up that... yes, 'preservation array,' these foods can be stored for longer. In addition, we have already arranged for people to begin planting."
Fan Jin spoke with great respect, especially when discussing Modi's contributions.
He had never imagined that martial arts could be applied to production.
The techniques originating from the Food Cult are not only used for food preservation, but also for modifying the climate of agricultural areas so that people can still plant crops even in seasons that are not suitable for planting.
After learning martial arts, a farmer can finish a task that would normally take a whole day in less than half a day, and still have energy left to do other things.
Those lofty heroes, powerful sect leaders, and even high-ranking officials in the imperial court never considered this matter.
Perhaps some people have thought about it, but they dare not put it into practice.
The saying goes, "Knights use martial arts to break the law, and scholars use literature to disrupt the law." Those in power do not want to see ordinary people have the opportunity to learn martial arts.
Even if this could significantly enhance national strength, in other words, increase productivity.
They would prefer that those at the bottom remain at the bottom forever, and that ordinary people forever struggle to make ends meet.
In this way, they won't have the energy to think about or do anything else.
Even if one or two powerful rulers wanted to carry out this matter, they would inevitably encounter great resistance, the first and foremost being the opposition from aristocratic families and sects.
To learn martial arts, one needs food, techniques, and guidance, all of which are difficult to obtain.
Ordinary people struggle to even have enough to eat, let alone have food to practice martial arts. Where would they get the money to buy martial arts manuals? And where would they find someone willing to guide them?
Aristocratic families? Royal families? They wouldn't harm their vested interests.
Sects? They value their lineage more than their own lives, and they would never do something so thankless and arduous.
Not to mention that martial arts masters usually need to be literate, which alone makes it almost impossible to achieve.
The aristocratic families would never want ordinary people to sit at the same table with them. Even the emperor doesn't have the power to fight against the aristocratic families of the world.
Moreover, the imperial court did not have the capacity to eradicate illiteracy.
These principles were explained by Mo Di to Fan Jin and several other key personnel during a recent cadre training course.
Some of these remarks undoubtedly had a huge impact on the core members.
These ordinary people, who had heard "If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die" and "The ruler is a ruler, the subject is a subject, the father is a father, and the son is a son" for most of their lives, were hearing such treasonous words for the first time.
Even if the person behind the lectern was their savior, they dared not listen.
If the imperial court finds out about this, I'll lose my head!
Only when the red-robed Taoist raised his iron fist did they "willingly" lower their hands from their ears and "gratefully" accept the ideological baptism.
After class, they also need to take some time to write a reflection on what they have learned.
After several night classes, they all underwent varying degrees of change, with Fan Jin being one of the most affected.
After a night of contemplation, Fan Jin, who already harbored hatred for powerful families and corrupt officials, finally saw through the true nature of those in power, and his remaining reverence for officials and the imperial court vanished completely.
Some outrageous ideas even took root in his mind.
After Fan Jin finished reporting his work, he stood upright to the side and saw Mo Di nod, then give him some instructions:
"I will be away for a period of time, from half a month to a month. During this time, I will leave Zeshan Village to you."
"Rest assured, Daoist Master, with us here, Zeshan Village will definitely not have any problems," Fan Jin assured, patting his chest.
Without hesitation, the Taoist in red robes strode towards the gate of the mountain stronghold.
The gate has been repaired and restored to its original appearance, with almost no trace of the ice and lightning spear bombardment.
Behind the gate, the large pit was filled with water brought in by the Taoist priest, turning it into a small pond, which contained some fish that had been mixed in during the water diversion process.
Three carriages were waiting by the pond. Sun Biao was leaning against one of the carriages, looking completely idle.
His bodyguards were either chatting or lost in thought, seemingly still reeling from the life-or-death crisis.
The red-robed Taoist priest appeared beside the carriage, startling them.
After the initial shock, Sun Biao came to his senses, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Taoist Master."
"No need for formalities, let's go." Mo Di slightly raised his hand, and a gentle force made Sun Biao straighten up.
"Yes, Daoist Master, please follow me."
Sun Biao specially prepared a carriage for him. After he got in and sat down, Sun Biao personally drove the carriage out of the mountain stronghold and headed towards Tianyong City.
This was the second time Modi had ridden in a carriage, and he was initially curious about what it would feel like to ride in a carriage in this era.
But once on the road, he only felt the bumps and jolting all the way. He simply closed his eyes and meditated, following his premonition and trying to concentrate his divine will.
Having experienced the massacre a few days ago, he has reached the threshold of the Divine Realm and can take that step at any time.
So-called divine will is actually inseparable from will, and varies from person to person.
Some people are skilled with swords and are passionate about them, and thus they will develop a divine connection to swords.
Some people are skilled in medicine and save lives; the divine power they condense will then be related to them.
"It is said that the master of the Blood Refining Hall has condensed the Divine Will of Blood Refining, and with a single thought, he can turn all the people of a city into blood."
"It is rumored that You Qingxiang, the leader of the Feast Sect, has divine will related to food therapy, and can transform and absorb anything."
Modi believed that so-called divine will should be the manifestation of an individual's extreme will.
Swordsmen condense the divine intent of the sword, healers condense the divine intent of the healer, so what about him? What kind of divine intent will he condense?
Is it the blood-path divine intent like that of the Blood Refining Hall Master or the First Blood Demon? Or is it like that of the Feast Cult Leader?
After all, he has some knowledge in both areas. Blood control is already second nature to him, while the Food and Food Teaching Method is the foundation of his current martial arts.
"It's also possible that neither of those are true."
The whispers around me suddenly amplified, like the wails of thousands—the old, the children, the men, the women...
The cacophony of voices intensified his murderous intent.
The killing that night eased the murmuring somewhat, but it did not completely eliminate it; in fact, the murmuring intensified a day later.
As Modi began to focus his divine will, he heard someone questioning him amidst the murmurs:
"You've killed so many people, have you ever felt regret?"
Modi thought for a moment, and including those killed by his own men, and those who died directly or indirectly at his hands, the total number was...
"Twenty-two thousand seven hundred and fifty-one people."
A large portion of these kills came from the Dragon Cult and Grand Duke Stano; it can be said that these two factions contributed a significant number of heads to his kill count.
"Twenty-two thousand seven hundred and fifty-one people, more than twenty thousand people died at your hands. Have you ever regretted it? Have you ever woken up in the night because you dreamed of them?"
"No." Despite being consumed by murderous intent, Mo Di's expression remained calm. "Killing is killing, what's there to regret? Why should I be afraid of these dead people?"
"If they're alive, I'm not afraid of them; but if they're dead, will I be afraid?"
"Believe me, if they appeared in my dreams, I would just kill them again... It's a pity I don't need sleep anymore."
The silence fell for a moment, then a sudden burst of conversation broke out.
"He wasn't lying; he was telling the truth."
"How could he do this? How dare he do this?"
"Modi, you're a born demon! No, even demons can't compare to you. Their thirst for killing is less than one ten-thousandth of yours. You're a born killing machine, a madman who kills for pleasure!"
The murmurs turned into shrill screams, echoing freely all around.
Modi raised an eyebrow, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery distorted and changed.
Darkness engulfed him like a tide, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast, dark, and desolate space.
Even with his dark vision, he couldn't see through the darkness around him; he could only barely make out a small area around him.
A strange feeling spread throughout his body. Modi bent down and tapped the bluestone floor.
The floor remained completely still, without even a crack appearing.
This is very abnormal. Modi knows his own strength. Without actively controlling his strength, he can shatter the bluestone with just a light tap.
"These are just ordinary bluestone slabs, similar to those in Frost Tomb... Wait, could this be a space modeled after Frost Tomb?"
Having figured this out, the darkness around him blurred, and the outline of the Frost Tomb Sanctuary faintly appeared.
"Changes at will, yet it's not an illusion; this... is it the realm of the mind?"
Modi realized that he had been dragged into the spiritual realm, also known as the mental realm, by the whispers.
Because it is so close to the divine realm, the laws here are vastly different from those of the material realm. Almost everything is determined by the mind; in other words, it is almost entirely idealistic.
Everything, from the space I'm in to everything here, moves as I please.
"This place should be a manifestation of my mind, but it is not solely constructed by me; the whispers within it must also play a role."
Modi tried to modify the space, but to no avail. Then he heard a roar coming from the depths of the darkness.
"roar!"
A strong gust of wind swept in, as if something sharp had sliced through the air, and a chill spread across the back of his neck.
Blue and white colors appeared in his hand. He suddenly turned around, and the two sword lights transformed into a giant sword, sweeping heavily behind him.
The giant sword collided with the dragon's claw, creating a gust of wind.
A crisp snapping sound rang out, and a bloody gash appeared at the junction of the dragon claw and arm, severed cleanly at the root.
After severing one of the attacker's claws, the greatsword split into a chilling sword light, the blue and white colors intertwined, and went straight up along the arm.
味。
That's the sound of flesh being sliced open by a sharp sword.
Modi recalled Yuan Tu Abi, his face calm, staring directly at the headless white dragon in front of him. "So it's you, Niflheim."
"So, you were partly involved in the whispers that drew me here?"
The headless dragon corpse did not answer, but its body began to move again.
The dragon flapped its wings and leaped backward, while a large amount of icy mist surged from the severed neck.
At the same time, blurry figures appeared in the darkness, more and more, getting closer and closer.
Some are the size of ordinary humans, while others are enormous.
Modi narrowed his eyes, clearly recognizing their identities, and said in a deep voice:
"I can confirm that your souls have dissipated. In what form do you exist now? Fragments of your minds? Or fragments of my memories?"
At the front, Devia, with her long white hair, smiled at him. "My good student, shouldn't you be happy to see your teacher? Why say such ungrateful things?"
"Happy?" Mordy thought about it seriously, then nodded and said, "Indeed, making that damned voice disappear, and killing you all one more time, isn't that something to be happy about?"