Hum!!!
Almost the moment Li Guanyi's palm grasped the divine bow, the archaic bronze tripod at his chest began to tremble violently. The anomaly did not stem from the bronze tripod itself but the freshly imprinted White Tiger Dharma Form on it.
It was as if seeing an old friend, as if encountering someone of the same bloodline.
Beginning to struggle violently, the bronze tripod suddenly lit up with layers of flowing light. Instead of suppressing as it usually did, it formed into a torrential breeze that hovered around the body of the White Tiger Dharma Form, causing the emerging Red Dragon to be imprinted back.
Threads of Qi began to converge within Li Guanyi's eyes.
To the eyes of the Xue family and their descendants, nothing had happened.
They only saw the young man eagerly approaching the side of the battle bow, then placing his palm upon it.
But in Li Guanyi's eyes, a certain kind of Qi began to flow on the bow. He tried to move his hand away but couldn't. The White Tiger Dharma Form on the bronze tripod climbed onto his shoulder, standing as if on a peak, roaring loudly ahead while Qi continued to gather.
Li Guanyi saw a transparent hand appearing on the battle bow.
He lifted his head.
The gathering Qi transformed into a tall man clad in archaic armor, his face unclear, and by his side, a lifelike White Tiger paced with cold eyes that seemed to peer into the mysteries of all things, behind him spread mountains and towering city walls reaching into the sky.
Two figures, two White Tiger Dharma Forms.
It was as if they were gazing at each other across the vast expanse of time.
The wind passing over the lotus pond brought the sound of flags flapping furiously from a battlefield five hundred years ago.
Five hundred years ago.
A cruel, yet brilliant and capable ruler emerged from the grasslands. He killed his own father and, following the customs of that era among the grasslands, forcibly married his stepmother and conquered the entire tribe, swiftly engulfing the grasslands.
In ten years, the eighteen grassland tribes had twisted into a single rope.
Each year, they held a grand gathering on the grasslands; they drank and ate meat like brothers, wrestled, raced horses, and gradually a single voice dominated the plains, singing praises of one ruler.
Thus, they grabbed their long spears and short bows, mounted their hardy grassland horses, and assembled a massive army of three hundred thousand to invade the Central Plains, even besieging the Great Emperor of Central Earth inside a fortress, nearly costing him his life. Upon the Great Emperor's return, he appointed the Xue Family's Divine General to resist this enemy from the grasslands.
The two sides were to decide the outcome under Heroic Pass. The Xue Family Divine General sat cross-legged inside the camp, quietly cleaning his battle bow. Beside him, a White Tiger lay on the ground. The young man's palm caressed the battle bow, feeling its excitement. He looked up at the distant Holy Mountain on the grassland and said:
"Today, we shall accomplish our greatest feat."
"The ancient generals sealed realms at eighteen. My ambition is even greater."
"I will shoot down the king of the grasslands right during their sacrifice at the Holy Mountain, ensuring those who grew up on horseback from childhood will not dare violate our Central Plains for three hundred years, safeguarding our descendants' peace and prosperity from generation to generation."
"Such martial deeds should not be buried in the dust of history; let this Divine Weapon bear witness."
"Engraving the past five hundred years and the five hundred years to come, an unmatched magnificent act."
The massive White Tiger yawned.
The young man held the battle bow five hundred years ago and said: "I think descendants who are capable of lifting this bow should also be able to see our determination. I will shoot an arrow through their so-called Holy Mountain. Those who come after, if fate allows, may go to the void of that Holy Mountain where I will leave something behind."
"His Majesty was trapped and I slew him. The fame was too great and there was a backlash. Naturally, I worried that the Xue Family lineage would perish, so I left my battle halberd here and only passed down the knowledge of archery to the Xue Family to limit ourselves, to preserve my descendants."
The young man then smiled faintly, "Lastly, please accept this greeting from the past eras."
"To the people of the future,"
"Greetings to you."
"Is the world of the future still at peace?"
Five hundred years ago, the strategists of the Divine General had entered the tent, curious:
"General, what are you saying to the war bow?"
The young man looked up and said, "Nothing much."
"Just thinking, if this war bow hadn't broken, maybe one day, someone might hear what I'm saying. It could be in ten years, maybe a hundred years, or even longer, even if I have already passed away by then."
"Just like finding the handwriting of predecessors in an old book."
"Isn't it something to make one smile delightfully?"
The strategists looked at each other, sighing, "Has the General's Divine Will indeed become eternal?"
The young man merely caressed the war bow without answering, gazing towards tomorrow's battlefield.
Outside the tent, the clashing of weapons and the fluttering flags in the grassland's strong winds made sounds that gradually faded away. The scenes in front of him, like dust and smoke, were reflected in Li Guanyi's eyes, where he heard the words left by the once World's Number One Divine General from five hundred years ago.
As if sensing something, he looked up.
Befitting an immensely large divine-like ancient White Tiger Dharma Form stood before him, with golden eyes, and longer fur on its head flowing like the dawn in the wind.
If one were to say that this form of the White Tiger Dharma Form was the incarnation of the White Tiger Star Lord from the heavens, no one could refute it.
And the White Tiger Dharma Form was struggling to stand steady on Li Guanyi's shoulder.
The body shuddered slightly, the furry front paws lifted and then pressed down, as if massaging Li Guanyi's shoulders, and finally, the tail tensed up like a tightened spring and then suddenly released, propelling the whole body to leap forward, turning into a small steel ball in mid-air, and then stretching out.
Snap.
It landed on the body of a divine weapon's unparalleled Dharma Form.
Beside the ancestor of the Xue Family, the enormous White Tiger cast down its eyes, watching the tiny White Tiger that clutched its whiskers, wrapped all four limbs around, even tucking in its tail and trembling. A look of indulgence and a sigh seemed to appear on its face. It lay down, lowered its head, and used its forehead to touch the tiny White Tiger's forehead.
Both White Tigers showed a faint flowing light on their bodies.
And the divine charm left by the ancestor of the Xue Family suddenly dispersed, transforming into a stream of light that directly flew into Li Guanyi's forehead. Li Guanyi's face turned pale instantly, and a wealth of knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind. This was the inheritance of cultivation techniques carried by the Divine Will.
"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Celestial Firmament"
"Ten Directions and Six Harmonies Unlimited Hatred"
"Heavenly Punishment" "Breaking Cloud" "Suppressing Nine Provinces"
Names flashed by, but Li Guanyi simply couldn't see any content within them.
His realm was too low to comprehend.
A summer insect cannot speak of ice.
It was like asking a primary school student to recite the solution to a high-level mathematics problem.
Whereas one might still be able to memorize mathematical solutions mechanically, these martial arts inheritances didn't even afford the opportunity to do so.
Li Guanyi grunted, forcefully maintaining his mental focus, but at this moment, amidst his turmoil, a piece of music suddenly came to mind—his aunt's zither sound—oddly soothing his overwhelmingly nauseous state.
Some text suddenly flashed 'before' Li Guanyi's eyes.
The Threefold Teachings of Entering Realm!
This he could barely manage to read.
Li Guanyi forcibly steadied his mind, enduring the dizziness and nausea, his complexion deathly pale, as he forcefully imprinted the scroll of text in his mind, not even having time to understand it before the stream of light left his body and transformed into the form of a Divine General before him.
The Divine General looked translucent, with meridians and acupoints lighting up one by one, circulating in a special trajectory.
It seemed there were dozens of enemies up ahead, the landscape elevating and transforming.
Suddenly, the Divine General stepped forward, its body roaring like a White Tiger, shouldering an enemy ahead into the air.
Then, following through, it shot an arrow.
Wrapped around the arrow was an overpowering golden wind, tearing forward.
The White Tiger roared, the enemies ahead completely torn apart.
The landscape shattered.
Dharma Form Absolute Skill— "One Arrow Cold Light"!
Then, he took out two arrows and placed them both on the bowstring. Surrounding him was the faint sound of thunder, evidently much more powerful than the previous move, an obviously formidable Absolute Skill.
Yet, at this time, even the zither music seemed unable to maintain the stability of Li Guanyi's spirit.
His realm was too low.
He was exceedingly far from that once-great World's Number One Divine General who had accomplished supreme feats.
The gap was so vast that even receiving the inheritance was a huge burden for Li Guanyi at this moment.
A voice lacking any self-will, simply serene in reply, reached his ears.
"The realm is too low."
"Small achievement in archery, only after reaching great success in entering the realm, come again for this inheritance."
All the strange phenomena shattered, and he could no longer see clearly. The many changes before the young man's eyes faded away, leaving only the immense White Tiger still passing something on to his own White Tiger Dharma Form; Li Guanyi felt a tearing pain in his forehead, took deep breaths, and his complexion visibly paled.
Li Guanyi realized clearly in his heart that he neither had the qualifications nor the strength to use this bow.
But he also felt something.
One day in the future, he might be able to draw it.
Perhaps he couldn't manage feats like an arrow piercing through a mountain range, shooting through three hundred eighty li, but relying on the Divine Weapon to shoot an arrow fifty li was not entirely impossible.
He noticed Xue Daoyong's uncertain gaze, let go of his hand, and said with regret:
"Indeed, it's heavy. I can't move it."
Old Mr. Xue's uncertain expression returned to normal, and he laughed heartily: "Hahaha, after all, it's the ancestral Divine Weapon capable of shooting an arrow three hundred eighty li. The heaviness and dominance of this bow are naturally extraordinary."
Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's just that my power isn't enough."
"Elder, may I try again after I advance in my cultivation?"
He had only received the inheritance of one arrow and one skill.
Li Guanyi was very curious about the subsequent Absolute Skills.
As for speaking out?
Revealing that he had received the Xue Family's inheritance would mean that Li Guanyi could never leave the Xue Family and Chen Country with his aunt in this lifetime.
Xue Daoyong thought it was just the youthful pride and unwillingness to lose face in front of a girl of the same age that made him stubbornly say this, feeling in his heart that this truly befit a young man; anyhow, without the White Tiger Dharma Form, he wouldn't be able to lift this bow anyway. Taking advantage of the situation, he burst out laughing:
"Hahaha, good, young man, to have courage, to feel dissatisfaction, it's a very good thing. After you advance in your cultivation, come and try again!"
"Thank you, elder."
The elder and the youth drank tea, both feeling like they had gained something significant.
Xue Shuangtao's eyes sparkled, wanting to try as well, but unfortunately the girl didn't possess the White Tiger Dharma Form.
She had no other Divine Will, struggled for quite a while, and even her face, pale as white jade, turned red without being able to lift the bow. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and feeling somewhat ashamed, she turned her back, not wanting Li Guanyi and her grandfather to see her sweaty hair clinging to her face.
Li Guanyi did not witness such a girlish expression.
Barely drinking tea, he maintained his mind with its bitterness.
And at this time, the enormous White Tiger also slowly dissipated, Li Guanyi's White Tiger Dharma Form had just existed outside by relying on the aura of the Divine Bow, and now that the Divine Weapon returned to peace, naturally like a weary bird returning to the forest, it came back and settled on the bronze tripod.
Li Guanyi paused momentarily.
As the White Tiger Dharma Form returned.
Ninety percent of the Bronze Tripod Jade Liquid.
Instantly achieved Perfection!