Chapter 503: Chapter 478: Saint Soldier’s Formula and Soul Sky Thorn
The Soldier’s Tomb was vast.
As they headed north, Lu Yan continuously left behind Martial Arts Avatars, and some of these Avatars, under the protection of weapons like the Ox Axe, had even left the Soldier’s Tomb, scattering in all different directions.
If any powerhouse from the Three Emperors Alliance were to come, he would be aware immediately and could escape beforehand.
"Hm? Immortal Clan?"
In the area they had previously entered, they saw a large number of Immortal Clan figures.
Clearly, these Immortal Clan members were also targeting him.
However, this Immortal Clan seemed very wary of the Soldier’s Tomb and, for the time being, did not attack.
Lu Yan’s Martial Arts Avatar hid in the shadows, watching the Immortal Clan from afar.
After communicating with the Dao Book’s Artifact Spirit, Little Phoenix, Lu Yan knew that the distance his Martial Arts Avatar could travel from his body had increased dramatically, likely no less than a hundred thousand miles.
According to Little Phoenix, if she could devour some more corpses of those at the Immortal Realm to recover, then eventually the Martial Arts Avatar would have no distance limitations.
It could travel as far as desired.
This was something Lu Yan looked forward to.
Eventually, they stopped at the northern side of the Soldier’s Tomb.
Guided by the Ox Axe, they found a hidden underground cave in which to temporarily take refuge.
Lu Yan took out several Thunder Fire Magic Elixirs to refine, recovering his Cultivation Level.
Meanwhile, Shen Yinuo continued to refine the Flaming Nine-Color Lotus, striving for a breakthrough in her Cultivation Level.
Mr. World also took out some Magic Elixirs to refine.
Mr. World’s Formations were infinitely variable, involving various attributes, but the rules he comprehended belonged to the Rule of Gold, so the Magic Elixirs he refined were of the gold attribute, which didn’t conflict with Lu Yan’s.
The gold attribute Magic Elixirs they had obtained earlier were all given to Mr. World.
A few hours later, Lu Yan had already recovered to his peak state.
Then, he took out all the Sumi Mustard Seed Bags he had obtained before and began to inventory them.
The first Sumi Mustard Seed Bag belonged to Yuwen Feng.
At the peak of his era, Yuwen Feng was at the Immortal Ninth Layer, so his collection was naturally vast, with numerous Magic Elixirs.
But what interested Lu Yan most was not these, but Yuwen Feng’s cultivation of the Saint Soldier’s Formula.
After going through the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag, Lu Yan found a delicate iron box and upon opening it, discovered a Jade Talisman.
On the Jade Talisman, mysterious patterns wove about, as if alive.
"Is this a Jade Talisman for recording information?"
Lu Yan picked up the Jade Talisman, infused it with soul power, and immediately, a stream of information emerged and was absorbed by his soul, imprinting in his mind.
Lu Yan was overjoyed.
This was actually the Saint Soldier’s Formula.
Immortal Skills were completely different from Martial Arts, and naturally, the methods of recording and inheritance were different as well.
Immortal Skills had no Divine Intent Diagram, only cultivation methods and rule transformations.
But the Saint Soldier’s Formula, being a body refining Immortal Skill, did not involve rules, only cultivation methods, and could also be considered a special type of technique.
By cultivating the Saint Soldier’s Formula, one could absorb the Atmosphere of Arms from weapons and meld it into the body, transforming the physique until the body became as robust as a Divine weapon.
With every move and gesture like a weapon striking, any part of the body could turn into a tool for killing, with limitless power.
The Saint Soldier’s Formula was divided into eighteen levels.
This was completely different from the common Immortal Skill.
Immortal Skills were based on the combination of rule changes and were not divided into many levels; the more complex the combination of changes, the stronger the power.
And the Saint Soldier’s Formula was more similar to Divine-level Martial Arts.
The Saint Soldier’s Formula stated that if one could cultivate to the eighteenth level, the body would be comparable to a Supreme Treasure, immortal and indestructible, incredibly powerful, capable of rivaling beings at the third step of creation by bodily strength alone.
"That powerful?"
Lu Yan’s heart began to throb.
Wasn’t this tailor-made for him?
As long as he could get a foothold in cultivation and gather a Martial Arts Avatar, then hunt for Immortal Corpses, wouldn’t he be able to improve rapidly to the eighteenth level and become one of the top powerhouses in the Origin Great World?
But Lu Yan felt that it probably wouldn’t be so simple.
If it were that simple, the Immortal Ancestors would have been able to cultivate a large number of beings at the third step of creation and sweep across the world; this world would have become the world of the Immortal Clan long ago.
"Probably, the difficulty of advancement is tremendous, and even the Dao Book may not be able to advance any further in the end."
Lu Yan speculated.
After all, the Dao Book was just a Supreme Treasure; it was not realistic to expect to create new Supreme Treasures just from some Immortal Corpses.
But there was no need to talk about reaching the highest level; even just reaching the seventh or eighth level, he thought, would significantly enhance his strength.
"To start the cultivation, one needs to absorb a vast amount of the Atmosphere of Arms from Immortal Treasures, thankfully, I have no shortage of Immortal Treasures..."
Lu Yan nodded in agreement, carefully digesting the content of the Saint Soldier’s Formula, but soon after, his expression darkened.
This Saint Soldier’s Formula turned out to be incomplete, with a total of eighteen levels, but here there were only ten.
No wonder such a supreme technique could be carried by Yuwen Feng.
"Well, even if there are only ten levels, for now, that’s enough for me," Lu Yan thought, grasping the cultivation method thoroughly.
However, he didn’t start the cultivation immediately but continued to check the remaining Sumi Mustard Seed Bags.
Two hours later, he had finished checking all the Sumi Mustard Seed Bags, and in his hand, there was another Jade Talisman.
This Jade Talisman recorded a Primordial Spirit attack technique called Soul Sky Thorn.
This was obtained from a Sumi Mustard Seed Bag belonging to a disciple of the Three Emperors Alliance.
Once successfully cultivated, it could condense the soul into a sharp spike to attack the enemy’s Primordial Spirit, with astonishing power.
Additionally, it had another feature, the ability to lock onto the opponent’s Primordial Spirit, so even if the opponent’s Primordial Spirit hid inside the body, it could be located and had nowhere to hide.
After seeing this, Lu Yan immediately decided to cultivate this first.
His soul was extremely powerful, far exceeding that of ordinary people, but his previous attack, the Big Tree Phantom Image, was crude and direct; despite the great power of his soul, it was not really being utilized to its full potential.
Moreover, once the opponent was prepared, it would be impossible to hit them, a major flaw.
The method of soul attack seemed tailor-made for him.
"The forces of the Origin Continent are truly extraordinary, possessing all manner of strange and wonderful techniques; such things are simply not to be found in Da Wu or the Desolate Land,"
Lu Yan reflected.
Given the chance, he must make a trip to the Origin Continent to seek out these mysterious techniques.
After imprinting the method for cultivating the Soul Sky Thorn in his mind, Lu Yan immediately began his cultivation.
Two days later.
With just a thought from Lu Yan, a phantom image of a big tree emerged in the void. It rapidly contracted until it formed a black, gleaming spike, a foot long, which then flew swiftly towards the distance with a whoosh.
"I’ve mastered it."
Lu Yan revealed a look of joy.
"Only two days to master a Primordial Spirit attack technique, truly monstrous. More and more, I believe you must be The Tao Soul Fetus; otherwise, it would be impossible to master it so quickly."
The voice of the Dao Book’s artifact spirit, Little Phoenix, echoed in his mind.
"Is it difficult to practice the Primordial Spirit attack technique?"
Lu Yan asked.
"Of course it’s difficult. Even those with passable talent need hundreds to thousands of years to even grasp the basics. If one’s spiritual talent isn’t sufficient, they might not master it in a lifetime."
Little Phoenix said.
"Ha ha, I truly am a peerless genius. I have always said that I am destined for greatness later in life."
Lu Yan grinned.
Suddenly, he felt that he was starting to resemble Mr. World.
Could it be that "one takes on the color of one’s company"?
He quickly restrained his smile.
"In the realm of the spirit, you truly are a peerless genius."
Little Phoenix’s comment made Lu Yan feel somewhat elated.
Taking a deep breath and calming his emotions, Lu Yan began to comprehend the Saint Soldier’s Formula.
Very soon, his sense of elation vanished without a trace.
For he had practiced for several days in a row without even touching the surface.
Holding an Immortal Treasure, he tried to follow the Saint Soldier’s Formula to absorb The Atmosphere of Arms into his body to temper his flesh, but there was no reaction at all.
Disbelieving, Lu Yan continued to cultivate for another half month and finally managed to draw a trace of The Atmosphere of Arms into his body to temper his physique.
Although there was progress, it was extremely slow; he had no idea how long it would take to complete the first layer.
"It seems that in terms of body cultivation, my talent is indeed average."
Lu Yan said with a wry smile.
The martial arts practiced before entering the Immortal Realm inherently cultivated the physical body and only touched upon the soul to a slight extent.
"Hmm? Those from the Immortal Clan have entered the burial ground of the soldiers."
Something stirred in Lu Yan’s mind.
Through his Martial Arts Avatar, he could clearly ’see’ more than a dozen elite members of the Immortal Clan entering the burial ground.
Leading them was a gigantic nine-headed bird, which summoned an incomplete black cauldron that emitted a mighty aura, using it to evade the attacks of the terrain.
However, they couldn’t lock onto Lu Yan and his group’s location and could only search chaotically within the burial ground.
"Good, material delivered to the door should not be refused. Since I will need a lot of Immortal Corpses for the latter stages of the Saint Soldier’s Formula, then... I shall send you on your way."
Lu Yan stood, grasped the Thunder Sword in hand, and proceeded outside.
Shen Yinuo and Mr. World, naturally noticed Lu Yan’s actions. After inquiring, they wanted to join him.
It took some convincing from Lu Yan to persuade them to stay behind.
Like a streak of light, Lu Yan moved swiftly through the burial ground, rapidly approaching the Immortal Clan.
Before long, he appeared on the side of the Immortal Clan, concealing his aura and quietly drawing closer.
"Who?"
The leading nine-headed falcon, with its extremely keen Spiritual Perception, swept its nine pairs of eyes in all directions and abruptly shouted coldly.
Having been discovered, Lu Yan no longer hid himself. He unleashed his Purple Electric Thunder Knife, becoming one with the weapon, and charged into battle.
The leader of the nine-headed falcons reacted swiftly, its several heads spitting out black beams that intertwined and surged toward Lu Yan.
Lu Yan swung his sword, clashing with the black beams.
"Break for me."
Lu Yan shouted lowly, his sword light surged, and he forcefully split the black beams.
Swoosh!
From the side, an Immortal of the Fourth Layer charged at Lu Yan.
Lu Yan didn’t dodge or evade. With a twist of his sword light, all the Immortals could see was a flash before the Fourth Layer Immortal was cleaved in two, with not even his Primordial Spirit escaping, turning to ash within the thunderous sword light.
"A common Immortal of the Fourth Layer is only so much."
A thought struck Lu Yan.
During his previous fight with Zhang Shi, they faced off head-on, but Lu Yan could never get the better of him.
Now it seemed, he wasn’t weak, but rather, Zhang Shi was too powerful, a vast chasm existing between him and a common Immortal of the Fourth Layer.
"Purple Electric, Triple Slash."
Lu Yan unleashed another move of the Purple Electric Thunder Knife. Fusing man with knife, the sword light flickered thrice in succession.
Puff puff puff!
Three more Immortals were cut down.
One of them was of the Fourth Layer, and the other two were of the Third Layer.
All who had entered this place were elites of the Desolate Immortal Clan.
"You... are courting death."
The leading nine-headed falcon roared in anger, its heads glowing as it shot out nine blood-red beams at Lu Yan.
