"The martial arts in Zhang Sanfeng's world primarily involve Qi cultivation, where this Qi serves as internal force, Zhen Qi."
Meng Chuan's eyes continually flickered with divine light as he deduced the martial arts principles behind it.
"Perhaps one can continue cultivating true Qi, feeding it back into the physical body, eventually evolving it into innate Qi—from acquired to innate! It might even condense into a true Qi golden pill..."
Contemplating this, Meng Chuan shook his head, recognizing that everything was mere speculation.
The martial arts in this world seemed too limited and fundamental for him. Even if he advanced in specific training later on, it wouldn't benefit him at his current level.
"Arhat Boxing..."
Observing another martial arts school, veiled in mystery, Meng Chuan discerned its intricacies at a glance.
"It's a shame that obtaining profound scriptures is impossible now. The methods in the one-worldly respect world are truly covetous."
Meng Chuan felt a twinge when he thought of the unparalleled magical arts that alluded to legendary good fortune and even the other side. In his estimation, even in his own world, the other side would be a figure at the first level of the immortal emperor, not weak even in the immortal emperor's China!
Pointing directly at the other shore, not the immortal emperor!
"The law of the first life is to establish a foundation in a hundred days." Meng Chuan examined Luohan Boxing, optimizing it directly, and then conceived a mental image to begin the practice.
"After building the foundation for a hundred days, meditation is required to accumulate Qi. This is simply a process of accumulating true Qi, quite similar to the martial arts mentality of Zhang Sanfeng and others in this world."
"The combat power of the first two realms is truly too low. Compared to Zhetian, Dingtian would be in a sea of suffering."
Yet, Meng Chuan couldn't help but be astonished, considering that this cultivation system was rich in early-stage nuances and exploded in complexity later on.
Watching the mental image quickly progress through the Qi accumulation phase and then follow Meng Chuan's deduction to open the natural nine orifices.
"After the nine orifices, one must attune oneself to the outer world—inner world and outer world, somewhat similar to the small human universe and the outer universe."
Meng Chuan halted the mental image at the nine orifices. Fortunately, the subsequent stages involving the Law Bodies were not as straightforward.
Regardless, soon after Meng Qi finished discussing locations, the laws of the land, and the mystical skills pointing to the other shore, they could be obtained. If the chat group continued in the current vein, sharing skills shouldn't pose a problem.
"For me, the most significant gains this time are the powerful individuals I witnessed in Meng Qi's memory copy..."
"Also, in Meng Qi's later years, the preachings..."
Meng Chuan closed his eyes, reminiscing about those insights, his entire being emanating a profound aura.
As for the tasks awaiting him in Beidou, the new emperor would hold the fort for a period to thwart any ill intentions from the Supreme in the restricted area.
Is Meng Chuan not considered sitting down while cultivating in Beidou?
During Meng Chuan's seclusion, countless people wished to meet the current emperor, but alas, no one could find him.
Time passed, even for a saint, a random retreat spanned dozens or hundreds of years.
Meng Chuan only awakened three hundred years ago, his aura intensified, and significant breakthroughs occurred with each sitting.
"I've unraveled most of the mysteries in the imprint of the Heart of Heaven. It's only been four hundred years since I became an emperor..."
Meng Chuan's expression turned subtle. After enlightenment, the fastest way for each emperor to progress was to comprehend the imprint of the Heart of Heaven. Usually, a normal emperor would take two to three thousand years to fully grasp it.
Afterward, it was an extensive journey of exploration, culminating in life's end and sitting.
"Compared to the sky-covering cultivation method, the first-life law employs rules more wisely and profoundly."
Meng Chuan contemplated. Although there were differences, he couldn't discern superiority or inferiority. The sky-covering method cultivated his own body and the power of dominance. He firmly believed in the invincibility of his body. If he couldn't achieve it, it was merely because his strength wasn't potent enough.
Does the Emperor's Road have a master? A robust body could pierce through the myriad realms, surpassing and attaining a combat power at the level of a heavenly emperor.
And the first-life law delved deeper into manipulation, playing with rules and time. Everything could be manipulated and eventually imposed on oneself.
Both reached the same destination through different routes.
"Huh? An old friend is here?"
Meng Chuan's expression shifted, focusing on the figure slowly flying from the horizon.
"I've seen the emperor!"
This was an old man, visibly aged with a wrinkled face, exuding a faint aura of decay. It was evident that the old man's time was running out.
"You're at life's end, Lao Zi," Meng Chuan said as he observed the old man.
Lao Zi grinned and replied, "To live for over six thousand years and witness the rise of the current emperor—this life is worth it!"
Meng Chuan was speechless. At a mere thousand years old, he could potentially live for another ten thousand years in this life and even longer with immortal medicine.
"I can help you live another life, just ask." Meng Chuan offered, the emperor spoke nothing.
Lao Zi shook his head. "I've asked for your help many times. I still want to keep this old face! Immortal medicine is exclusive to the ancient emperor; you can keep it for future use!"
Meng Chuan regarded Lao Zi, reflecting on the old sage known as Beidou even before sanctification.
Lao Zi calmly accepted Meng Chuan's gaze and said, "I haven't had a good life for a few years. UU reading www.uukanshu.com estimates that you won't see me next time you come out of retreat."
"In this life, the old man has nothing to worry about, but he has a grandson, and he really can't let it go. The old man also has a small force, and my grandson is in charge there."
Meng Chuan listened quietly to Lao Zi's narrative.
"I just want to trouble you. After the old man passes away, if an enemy targets his home, save my grandson's life. There's nothing else to trouble you with."
"If my enemy doesn't come to you, then consider as if I haven't been here today. My tradition will rise or fall, and you don't have to intervene. Just let the flow go."
Meng
Chuan took a serious look at Lao Zi and nodded, "I promise you, your lineage will not perish during my two lives."
After hearing Meng Chuan's assurance, Lao Zi turned and left. Only when he flew far away did he speak to Meng Chuan.
"The emperor is indeed very majestic."
"I used to be the one who got drunk and chatted nonsense in God City, even hitting an old man. Even though I was drunk, I still knew that the boy was cute, right? Meng Chuan!"
Meng Chuan observed the departing old man without speaking. It wasn't about him but his identity. In the world of Zhetian, except for very close individuals, who would dare to banter with the emperor?
The association between Lao Zi and him, though quite amicable before he became emperor, could be termed as a friendship, but after all, it couldn't match the weight of the term "emperor."
"I am only in my first life. Although the older generation has passed away, it is not lonely. Looking around, they are all of the same generation."
Meng Chuan shook his head, thinking of the situation of Ye Fan in the future.
Fortunately, he has a group of sand sculpture friends!
Meng Chuan: Keke, the emperor, @孟奇, kneel and welcome, understand?