Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 680

Chapter 680 Zhenwu Talisman

Inside the Zhenwu Talisman.

There was a flash of light, and Fang Xing’s figure appeared.

He looked around and sighed.

Boom!
One by one, stone pillars stood up, pushing away the gray airflow, leaving a space of about 100 square meters and about 10 meters high.

A series of stone steps emerged, with a chair at the top.

Fang Xing sat on the chair and said quietly: “Next… I don’t know how many years I will live here…”

“But my condition is already many times better than the dead ghost’s subconscious Panwu… The longer the time, the more I can comprehend the true martial arts path.”

He quietly explored the limits of his own abilities.

“Inside the Zhenwu Talisman, this space cave is my limit. I am like the God of Creation here… uh, a God of Creation of 100 square meters?”

He stretched out his hand, and a jade cup appeared, filled with golden wine.

This is the fine wine brewed by the God of Wine himself in the World of Gods. Even a Taoist master at the Fourteenth Realm can get drunk on it.

Fang Xing took a sip, and the wine glass disappeared. Then several puppets appeared and knelt down: “Master…”

“Well, the strength of these puppets can be adjusted… can they also create living people of flesh and blood?”

He nodded, then shook his head: “But this is for me. What can the person who obtains the Zhenwu Talisman gain?”

That’s right!
Now that Fang Xing has entered the Stone Talisman, he can no longer move the Stone Talisman in the outside world by his own strength.

In other words, he needs a host and becomes a golden finger-like existence.

“As long as I obtain the ‘True Martial Talisman’, I will be able to receive the best training… If he destroys the Panwu Avenue with the True Martial Way, I will naturally win.”

“And even if I fail… at worst I can just give up on him and find the next host.”

“This is the benefit of cheating. As long as I can win once, it will last forever.”

“But what use is my ‘hack’ to the host?”

Fang Xing began to think.

With his ability, it is not difficult to transform an ordinary mortal into a twelfth or even thirteenth level celestial immortal and gain endless life, but this is useless!

Because his foundation at this time is still Panwu Avenue!
Using Panwu Avenue to create a celestial master? Isn’t that sending nourishment to Panwu Avenue? Maybe
the Panwu consciousness from the outside world will be resurrected in this person’s body in the next moment, and then he will be defeated, and the ritual will fail.

“If I want to win… first I must comprehend the True Martial Dao further, or at least comprehend the general framework.”

“Then, guide the host to discover his own strength and embark on the ‘True Martial Avenue’…”

“My cheat code can’t be too strong. Things like gaining experience by killing, or signing in to get free magic, skills, treasures… or even future simulators, can all be counted.”

“But we can try to create a training space with a different flow rate of time from the outside world?”

“And then? When you reach a bottleneck in your practice, you can naturally break through? Isn’t this the proficiency system of my attribute panel?”

Fang Xing thought about it and decided: “There are only these two, no more.”

“Even for the sake of the other party, I still need to create my own martial arts. I can’t teach what I have learned without causing trouble…”

After all, everything he learned later became part of Panwu Avenue.

This is also the reason why all the Taoist masters are trapped.

One’s own avenue is already the essence of one’s own peak, so how can one find another way?
This is like asking an ordinary person to become another person, even changing their genes!

“Unless I can comprehend a more complete Zhenwu Dao and pass it on…”

Fang Xing closed his eyes and no longer cared about the time passing by in the outside world.

…

Time passes and the world changes.

What was once the seaside is now a mountainous area.

Pitch-black flowers covered the mountains, and a three-headed strange bird with a wingspan of dozens of meters flew low over.

“Chiu!”

The strange bird swooped down, and its two sharp claws drew a graceful arc, hitting a wild boar with a triangular sword-like head on the ground.

The wild boar growled softly and tried to resist, but it was too late.

Poof!
Blood splattered, and the wild boar weighing several tons was directly grabbed. The strange bird turned into a black dot and quickly disappeared.

“Damn it… these three birds are here to steal our prey again.”

There was a tremor in the grass, and several primitive men wearing animal skins and generally over two meters tall walked out.

One of the primitives, with a somewhat childish look on his face, cursed.

In their hands, they held spears sharpened with wooden sticks, axes studded with sharp bones, etc., which made them look “well-equipped” at first glance.

“Qing…what should we do? The prey we have been eyeing for a few days has been captured. Everyone in the tribe will starve.”

A group of people looked at a slightly older leader.

In those barbaric times, life of primitive people was very difficult.

There are powerful beasts everywhere that love to eat people!

The position of primitive people in the food chain is obviously at the bottom!
Only by uniting and forming small tribes can they have a chance of survival.

Even so, the tribe cannot exceed a thousand people, otherwise it will easily become a ‘buffet’ for more powerful beasts.

Qing looks to be in his twenties, which is considered old among primitive people, and he has rich hunting experience.

“Let’s go to the river… and see if we can catch a ‘bonefish’!”

Qing thought about it and made a decision: “This time, I’ll be the bait!”

He is the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and the bonefish is very clever and will definitely notice if there is something wrong with the prey.

“You… take the stone axe and be the first to go.”

“Shang…you are responsible for stabbing with the spear. Be careful not to pierce the bone scales. You can only choose the place below the opponent’s fish lips, where the three white lines converge…”

“Mang…”

Qing looked at the young primitive man who spoke first: “You are responsible for vigilance…pay attention to the movements of other ferocious beasts.”

“good.”

Mang gritted his teeth and agreed.

A moment later, at the riverbank.

A big fish more than two meters long, covered with white spines and scales all over its body, rolled over and came to the shore.

Faced with an ambush, it did not flee back into the river, but rolled over instead.

Combined with the bone spurs, it looks like a spinning hedgehog.

In Shang’s haste, the wooden spear did not hit the vital point at all, but broke with a snap.

“ah!”

Amid the screams, Qing, who was the bait, was the closest and had several bloody holes on his body.

But the bony fish flapped its wings twice and then stopped moving.

Mang ran over quickly and found that Qing, who was pressed under the bony fish, had already stabbed a bone dagger under the fish’s lip, exactly where the three white lines converged.

“green……”

Mang quickly looked at Qing.

“Ahem… I have heard the call of the gods. There is a high probability that I will not survive.”

Blood oozed from the corners of Qing’s mouth, but he had a relieved smile on his face: “This is nature…”

His hands dropped down, completely lifeless.

“Okay, Mang… Hurry up and separate the fish meat and bones and take them back… The smell of blood will quickly attract ferocious beasts.”

Shang, who was standing next to him, kicked Mang.

Mang started to work woodenly, but his eyes kept glancing at Qing’s body beside him.

“Being buried in the wilderness is our fate… But at least, I don’t want Qing to be eaten by ferocious beasts…”

He put down a large piece of fish, walked to the side, picked up a stone and put it on Qing.

Soon, a small pile of stones appeared on Qing’s body.

“It’s no use…”

He said: “The beasts have extremely sharp noses. This stone can’t stop them…”

Mang didn’t say anything, but just mechanically repeated the work at hand.

Whoosh…

He was breathing heavily. After all, he was only thirteen years old, the youngest among the warriors in the tribe.

Mang picked up another pebble as big as an ostrich egg. He was startled and looked at the bottom of the boulder: “What is this?”

He picked up a piece of stone, which was green all over and about the size of a baby’s fist.

And on the surface of the stone, there are strange lines.

“It’s quite pretty… Maybe it’s an ornament left behind by a warrior.”

He glanced at it and shook his head.

Mang didn’t care and casually stuffed the stone talisman into his arms, and the group returned to the tribe.

His tribe was located in a valley, and their main residences were leather tents and thatched conical roofs.

“I’m back!”

When the group came back, the primitive people on the watchtower immediately shouted excitedly.

A group of well-built and muscular women came out to greet them. When they saw the fish meat in Mang’s hands and the fish bones on their backs, they all showed a hint of joy on their faces.

“Qing…is dead.”

Shang spoke in a low voice.

“The gods want to take away everyone’s soul. There is nothing we can do about it…”

An old grandmother who looked to be in her forties spoke up: “Warriors…you go and rest, we will cook the fish.”

Primitive people took life and death lightly, and even regarded burial in the wilderness as a natural cycle.

But Mang was still somewhat puzzled when he saw all this.

He returned to his cabin, fell down on the hay and fell asleep.

He didn’t notice at all that the stone talisman in his arms was flickering with a faint light.

…

“Hmm? Where am I?”

Mang woke up and found himself in a gray space.

On the throne in front, the celestial maidens with different postures, some slim and some plump, stepped back, and a human figure appeared.

The air was filled with incense, and the long table was filled with all kinds of delicious food he had never seen before. Just the smell made him drool uncontrollably.

Snap!
Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only the stone steps and the palace supported by stone pillars.

He sat on the throne, looking at the boy in animal skins below.

“Who are you? A god?”

Mang looked at the god above and felt a terrible oppression, which was more terrible than the most powerful beast he had ever seen!
He felt that the other party should be the image of the god in the sky that was passed down by word of mouth in the tribe: “Where is Qing’s heroic spirit?”

“God? I am not…”

Fang Xing smiled. He knew everything about the young man the first time he saw him. “What year is it now? Has the outside world developed to this extent?”

(End of this chapter)