Zen frowned as he watched the plane being attacked and knocked down from the sky by dark tendrils.
'Faster!'
Zen pushed his body to run faster and faster.
"I need to move faster!!"
The blood energy within Zen's Zombie body was aroused by the urge of Zen's brain.
His blood energy moved privately without Zen commands and began to circulate along his Meridian and Dantian paths in a way similar to the [Flaming Punch Technique].
Zen's pale body blushed slightly as the heat of his body quickly rose with a notch.
Hot steam enveloped his body as sparks lit up from all over his body.
As Zen stepped in again and again, the heat exploded and enveloped Zen's entire body with blazing red flames.
Under the shadow of the dome, Zen was like a flame of hope rushing to reach the flying shio that had lost its wings.
Zen's running speed increased by about 4 times from before.
***
-Earth, a few hundred years ago.
A man, dressed in green, fell to the ground in front of a cave violently from the sky.
Stab wounds filled his chest and arms, while fresh red blood flowed profusely.
A pale and thin man, wearing only tattered pants, descended from the sky.
The thin man's red eyes stared coldly at the bruised blonde-haired man.
"Zen, it's the third time you've tried to steal my treasure. No question, you did deserve to die!"
The blood-red spear in the man's hand emitted a dark light as if it was anticipating the arrival of a new meal for it.
The blonde man, Zen, sat down on his body while holding onto his wound.
Smiling while blood filled his throat, Zen looked at the pale man with a complaining expression.
"Damn it, I didn't know you had already broken through to become a Spiritual Emperor, Brother Yanshi. You should have told your brother this, and we can celebrate if we do."
Brother Yanshi, Zhai Yanshi, roared when he heard how Zen called him.
"Who do you call 'Brother'!? You're just a sneaky little insect thief!"
Zhai Yanshi recalled how the two of them met for the first time. His face immediately furrowed in disgust as he recalled how Zen snatched all his wealth at that moment.
Not only once, Zen even managed to steal his treasure twice.
Zen had always come up with a different appearance and identity before, so he was always caught off guard.
Now, after his strength surpassed Zen, he managed to capture him even if he had been deceived at first.
Now, he was finally able to see the true appearance of this thief bastard.
For Zhai Yanshi, a Demon Cultivator who had a notorious reputation as a 'Vengeful Demon', he felt extremely angry at how Zen had played a trick on him all along.
Now that he had managed to become a Spiritual Emperor before Zen, he was finally able to have the chance to kill this thief insect!
Zen still maintained his smile.
"The crow is a fowl, you know."
The veins on Zhai Yanshi's forehead stood out as his face began to turn darker and darker.
He was just about to launch a final attack on Zen when an old voice echoed from the cave behind Zen.
"Demon cultivator? What a vile spiritual energy... DIE!!"
The old voice shook the earth and the sky like thunder.
When Zhai Yanshi realized it, his body had been burned by blazing red flames.
He didn't even have time to scream before his entire body and soul were completely reduced to nothingness by the flames.
Zen quickly understood that anyone who could kill a Spiritual Emperor like Zhai Yanshi to ashes in an instant must be extremely powerful, so he immediately knelt towards the cave.
"Thank you for your help, Senior!"
Zen knelt down while quietly starting to heal the wounds he had suffered.
The Senior didn't answer while Zen healing his wound.
Only when the wound on Zen's body had been completely covered did the Senior finally say, "Hm, you have a pretty unique constitution."
At the same time, the terrifying pressure that had previously filled the place had disappeared. Thinking it was a sign that he could raise his head, Zen sat up straight.
Of course, he still didn't dare to look directly at the cave.
He lowered his head as he asked the Senior.
"Constitution... This Junior is asking for enlightenment from Senior!"
The Senior replied with a "Hm," before saying, "Have you heard of the 'Lapiz Blue Body' constitution?"
After remembering for a while, Zen nodded.
"Isn't that one of the 18 rarest water element physiques? Wait, could it be..."
Inside the cave, the senior nodded at Zen's conjecture, but immediately after that, he shook his head.
"Your physique does have the characteristics of a Blue Body Lapiz. But, unfortunately, it's not Lapiz Blue Body."
Zen became disappointed after hearing it.
However, the Senior had not finished speaking.
"I have a martial technique that can be cultivate up to the ninth Realm that requires someone to possess a Lapiz Blue Body to be able to develop effectively. This meeting must be by the will of fate, so will you accept it?"
Zen widened his eyes.
He was completely surprised, and, at the same time, happy with the Senior's offer.
However, though, at the same time, he also became hesitant.
After all, this was a Martial Technique that could be cultivate up to the Ninth Realm.
The Ninth realm!
It almost reached the true law of immortality!
Needless to say, it must have been very valuable.
Even if Zen really possessed the Lapiz Blue Body, wouldn't this Senior have no obligation to give him this martial technique even if this martial technique was perfectly suited to his constitution?
The Senior managed to read the doubt on Zen's face.
There was a sigh of breath before the Senior began to tell a story.
"I once had a Disciple."
"His spiritual roots are a single water element with the highest purity. A heavenly spiritual root."
"His constitution also fits his spiritual roots. He has the Lapiz Blue Body."
"However, he really admires my fire technique."
"Ignoring the extraordinary talent in the water elemental path, he chose a fire that was the exact opposite of his talent."
"Many times I tried to stop him, but he didn't heed my words."
"However, who would have thought that, in just short 10 years, he had actually managed to design his own strange fire elemental martial technique?"
"He said that only someone who has a high talent in the water element or practices a powerful water element technique can practice this martial technique."
"He even managed to overcome the risk of elemental disputes."
"400 years later, he named his martial technique the [Flaming Punch Technique] when he had reached the eighth Realm."
"His cultivation is very fast, and his fire is very bright... Very bright and dazzling, until one day... Become so bright to explode."
"He found a fatal gap in his martial technique. He managed to repair the gap, but the wound he suffered killed him shortly after."
After saying all that, the Senior was silent for a while.
Zen's expression also sank.
The path of cultivation was extremely difficult and full of danger.
Even an eighth Realm mighty figure was killed due to a mistake in his own martial technique.
Once again, Zen was reminded of how dangerous his path to immortality was.
At that moment, the Senior spoke again.
"You seem to have all the suitable requirements to practice the [Flaming Punch Technique]."
"Unfortunately, you were unable to practice the [Flaming Punch Technique] from the beginning of the first Realm. You can't draw the maximum potential of this martial technique. But... That's right... Think of this as a request from this old Senior. Inherit Wuji's legacy."
Before even Zen knew it, a scroll was already in his hand.
Surprised, Zen raised his head.
However, Zen was unable to find the cave where the old Senior was reclusing there.
Only the green forest and the land destroyed by the fight between Zen and Zhai Yanshi could be found there.
Zen bowed and clenched his fists as a sign of respect for the Senior.
"This junior, Zen, vows to safeguard the legacy of Senior's disciple!"
***
Zen's Zombie Body did not have the Lapiz Blue Body constitution or the other rarest water element constitution.
He even had a false spiritual root.
However, there was something strange about this Zombie's body.
As proof, Zen could even cultivate at a faster speed than even Zhongmei.
Coupled with his cultivation art and meditation technique, Zen was barely qualified to draw out the hidden potential of the [Flaming Punch Technique].
His body was heating up due to the circulation of blood energy, but the [Water Flowing Crystal Technique] and [Storm Azure Fluidance Serpent art] were there to control the heat.
Zen entered the state of [Burn Up]!
Like a lamp illuminating the darkness of the night, Zen's figure shone brightly with flames as he darted at high speed.
Even so, Zen knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand the weight falling from the massive airship even in the state of Burn Up.
Zen's brain thought at high speed.
Combined with the heat of his body at this time, he almost burned his brain.
However, it was worth it because he managed to calculate the distance and speed of the fall from the ship.
According to Zen's estimate, the ship will fall on top of a large three-floor building in the middle of the town.
With the knowledge he gained from all the books in the library, Zen knew that the surrounding buildings and grounds were the estate area of the Mayor of Frincaal .
Zen stood on the roof of the Mansion.
His entire body still burned as he stretched out his hands upwards.
Zen mobilized his magic energy.
Quickly, he transformed the magic energy he exhaled into wind elemental magic energy.
Pushing the magic energy, he formed a wind cushion on it.
He failed on the first attempt.
His control was lacking, and the bearing soon disintegrated shortly after it was formed.
Zen tried again... failed.
Tried again... failed.
Again... failed.
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
After trying dozens of times, almost a hundred times, Zen managed to form 8 layers of 20-meter-wide air cushions that were almost compressed quite strongly.
At this moment, the fire in Zen's body had been extinguished.
The remnants of Burn Up on his body made his skin red.
His clothes had long since burned to ashes, leaving his pants in tatters.
While Zen was trying hard to strengthen the wind cushion, the ship falling on top of the wind cushion.
The first layer of wind cushioning curves when it holds the weight of the ship falling.
The bearing lasted less than a second before shattering and disintegrating.
The sh fell into the second layer.
The second layer of wind cushions warped rapidly.
About almost a second later, the second layer of wind cushions was shattered.
The ship quickly fell and destroyed layer after layer of wind cushions.
Until finally, after 12 seconds from the first collision of the ship and the first wind cushion, the flying ship that had lost much of the falling force destroyed the last wind cushion.
The ship fell freely over Zen.
Zen stretched out his hand and caught the ship directly.
The weight of the ship almost grinded Zen instantly, but he re-entered the Burn Up state.
The bright red flame was rekindled.
"KHHHHHH!!"
Zen gritted his teeth as he endured the pain of his bones being crushed by the weight of the ship's fall.
The roof of the mansion below even cracked to form a spider web because it was unable to bear the weight.
When Zen's arm was about to come off his body, by the time his bones had torn off his skin, Zen managed to withstand the fall of the ship and knock it to the side.
At that moment, the roof had succumbed to the load it had received in these few seconds.
The roof shattered and drowned Zen along with the debris.