Chapter 706: Chapter 700: Burning Martial Twenty-Eighth Rank [Cosmic Divine Body]!
The invisible, intangible tracks of destiny gradually converged at Zhu Ding’s fingertips, taking shape as a spear.
This "Spear of Destiny" was four meters long, with a diameter of about thirty centimeters, seemingly coated with a baked blue layer that concealed the twisting golden patterns within. The tip of the spear did not gleam coldly, but rather gave a sense of roundness.
Ma Ran focused his gaze on the "Spear of Destiny," directly seeing through the coating, as if he could observe the destiny threads of all living beings in the cosmos.
Through his Bright Star Gaze, Ma Ran perceived the essence of this Power of Destiny, and with the assistance of his Starlight Brain, he began to gradually understand this intangible, formless power, comprehending its method of application.
At this moment, Ma Ran felt a peculiar sensation.
This was a complex sentiment he had never experienced when probing the "Power" of Lan Xi or the "Reincarnation" mystery of Chi Xiao.
The Power of Destiny, upon contact with Ma Ran, unconsciously emitted an emotion—both joyous and resistant.
Extremely familiar.
Intensely repulsive.
Conflicting emotions melded together, paradoxical in nature.
Enveloping himself in a Time Stop Territory, Ma Ran pondered deeply and realized that the affection from the Power of Destiny was not exclusively towards him.
In fact, this favorable concept extended to "cultivators standing at the peak of the ’Burning Martial’ sequence."
Yet the fondness and zeal of the Power of Destiny had nothing to do with the precursor of "Burning Martial," the "Black Rock Inner Qi Martial Arts System."
No, the term "fondness" was too mild; "obsession" was more appropriate.
As thoughts sparked swiftly in his mind, Ma Ran discerned a certain possibility.
"I’ve been recognized by the Cosmic Will twice, even more than these ’Supreme Rulers’ of the Divine Court, hence destiny favors and cherishes me."
"But during my second acknowledgment, I refused the olive branch extended by the Cosmic Will, and even prepared myself mentally for pursuit, which is the root cause of destiny’s aversion towards me."
So-called destiny is merely the chaotic thoughts woven unconsciously by the Cosmic Will. An individual’s destiny is but an insignificant "thought" within it.
A slash of blade light flickered at the bottom of Ma Ran’s eyes, as he fully activated the Sword Master medal, severing a part of this "thought."
Precisely speaking, it was "extreme aversion."
Thus...
The Power of Destiny’s perception of Ma Ran was reduced to mere familiarity.
No!
Calling it "familiarity" doesn’t quite fit, it seems too understated.
If the intangible, formless Power of Destiny were a person, then to Ma Ran, it felt exceptionally affectionate, almost excessively so.
After severing the aversive emotion...
It changed.
The fervor of destiny was so intense that even Ma Ran found it a bit unsettling.
It made Ma Ran involuntarily think of someone eagerly catering to a goddess, attending to her needs, and wishing to serve her all meals at her convenience.
Ma Ran looked expressionless at the "Spear of Destiny" detaching from Zhu Ding’s hand, piercing towards himself.
In that process, Ma Ran activated the Multiplication Ability of the Prophet medal, "Burning Shadow" enveloped his body, while Bright Star Gaze was in full drive.
He saw his own destiny track.
Not just a single path, but countless possibilities, yet all leading to the same result—destiny kneeling beneath Ma Ran, humbly beseeching his favor.
Destiny wished for Ma Ran to grasp and command it.
"Alright."
Ma Ran’s eyes appeared indifferent as he watched the "Spear of Destiny" penetrate his body.
Pfft!
In an instant, the "Spear of Destiny" vanished without a trace.
At the same time, Ma Ran’s body exhibited countless cracks.
Crackling!
A heavy scent of blood began to permeate the air.
During this process, Ma Ran offered no resistance, nor did he employ any defensive measures.
He was merely shrouded in hazy shadow flames.
In an instant, Ma Ran’s body shattered, disintegrating into countless fleshly clumps, which then elongated into transparent filaments, soon pulverizing, gradually dissipating into the vacuum.
It seemed as though he had perished completely.
Both soul and body vanished without a trace.
As a cautious Supreme Ruler, Zhu Ding habitually confirmed a being’s survival by checking for the existence of a True Spirit Seal.
However, Ma Ran’s circumstance was unique; from the start, He had found no True Spirit Seal of Ma Ran.
Therefore, after some examination, Zhu Ding shook his head: "Boring."
Just as He was about to turn to leave, suddenly his pupils contracted, spinning around abruptly.
In an instant, a white-haired youth in a black high-collared trench coat appeared before Zhu Ding.
The youth held a Tang Blade, eyes calm, ethereal in aura, yet carrying an air of compelling authority.
Who else could it be but Ma Ran?
"You’ve actually escaped the judgment of destiny!"
Zhu Ding slightly narrowed his eyes, a slight tremor in his heart, looking at Ma Ran as if observing some rare creature: "In your destiny track, there was no conclusion of ’survival.’"
"To have deviated from destiny’s predetermined path..."
"I’ve acknowledged your effort and skill!"
He sized up Ma Ran: "Time Reverse Flow?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhu Ding himself shook his head, denying the thought: "No, that’s not it."
Upon saying so, He placed a finger on his brow, with mysterious purple brilliance flickering between his fingers.
Destiny and the Power of Time share a certain similarity in meaning.
Being the Supreme of Time, Zhu Ding could also glimpse some future scenes.
Moments later, Zhu Ding opened his eyes and mechanistically recited as if reading from a formula book: "Extraordinary Sequence, code-named ’Burning Martial.’"
"When cultivated to the ’Twenty-Eighth Rank,’ and anchored by the five major Starlight Organs, stabilizing one’s spatial coordinates with the liver, kidneys, brain, eyes, and heart, the ’Star System Body’ is constructed."
"Thereafter, unfettered by genes, constantly changing, in a single thought, transforming into any entity, blurring the boundaries between living and non-living beings completely."
"A being cultivated to this realm can adapt to all extreme environments of the Endless Plane."
"Crushing vacuum, breaking wormholes, creating temporary spatial passages, traversing freely, are trifles; even if the soul is annihilated, it can be reconstituted, nearly immortal."
At this point, Zhu Ding pondered momentarily, leisurely saying: "This physique, in my view, is more aptly termed the ’Cosmic Divine Body’ than the ’Star Body.’"
"It’s clearer, and more fitting."
"Even if the soul is fragmented, it can be resurrected on the spot."
"If you have the opportunity to procreate, even your offspring may inherit parts of the ’Immortal Trait.’"
"Tsk, ’Burning Martial’..."
Zhu Ding lavished without reservation in his praise: "It’s truly an Extraordinary Path that’s difficult for gods to find adjectives for."
"Reportedly, it was deduced as a cultivation sequence based on the ’Black Rock Inner Qi Martial Arts.’"
"In reality, I see not a shred of the Black Rock Inner Qi Civilization’s shadow. From start to finish, ’Burning Martial’ is entirely your own creation!"
"Prophet Ma Ran, you’re far from being just an ordinary Earth human."
"Tell me, what exactly are you?"
Ma Ran was at a loss for words.
The "audience quality" of these "Supreme Rulers" was simply too high!
He didn’t even need to put in the effort to act out, and they would use their abilities to peek at the script and setups, filling in the exciting parts in their minds...
With such an audience, how could he not rapidly become stronger?
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