Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2029 Past and Future Latitude and Longitude Lines

Chen Fei's figure passed through the outer perimeter of the All-Heavens Martial Arts Arena, but did not enter the noisy and deafening spectator area. Instead, he traversed the maze-like interior of the arena and finally arrived at a relatively quiet area.

The light here is soft, and the air is filled with a faint, calming aroma of tea.

In the center of the area, several orbs of light of varying sizes, emitting a hazy white glow, floated. These orbs were the exchange core inside the martial arts arena, connecting to a vast resource pool where all the worlds gathered.

Chen Fei's gaze was calm as he reached out and gently touched one of the orbs of light.

"Buzz!"

The scene before him rippled and shifted like water, and a familiar sense of spatial transformation washed over him. The next moment, he found himself in a strange void.

Beneath your feet lie endless, slowly flowing nebulae; above you shines a brilliant yet gentle Milky Way. In the center of this void, an ancient, simple pavilion floats silently.

To one side of the pavilion lies a bottomless abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and perception.

Inside the pavilion, the stone table and benches remain the same. The old man, dressed in a simple gray robe, sits upright in one of them, with wisps of white steam rising from the teapot in front of him, carrying a refreshing fragrance that can cleanse the mind.

"coming."

The old man looked up at Chen Fei, a smile spreading across his face. He reached for another teacup and poured Chen Fei a cup of tea. "Sit down."

The atmosphere was peaceful and natural, just like when Chen Fei last visited.

Chen Fei didn't stand on ceremony. He walked into the pavilion, sat down opposite the old man, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Senior, I have come here to inquire about the exchange."

"Please speak, young hero." The old man picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"This junior wishes to exchange for a Time-related spiritual material that can enable my future true form to cultivate to the peak of the fifteenth rank." Chen Fei looked directly at the old man. "I wonder what is required to exchange for such an item in the martial arts arena?"

"Time-based...future true form..." The old man put down his teacup. "Yes."

Without the old man making any move, a transparent light screen unfolded out of thin air above the stone table. On the light screen, the names, images, and brief descriptions of several items were clearly listed.

Chen Fei stared intently at it.

The core of the hourglass of time (fragment): contains a trace of the contradictory Daoist rhythm of the passage of time and its freezing.

Crystallized Shadow of the Future: Collected from the remnants of a possible future that are about to collapse in a tributary of the river of time, containing a complete but ending fragment of the future.

Eternal Moment Petal: A wondrous flower that grows in the space between time and nothingness, each petal representing a frozen moment.

Past and Future Longitude and Latitude Lines (a strand): Extracted from the regular longitude and latitude lines on the surface of a medium-sized world's river of time, containing the solidity of the "past" and the changes of the "future".

There are four types in total, each of which is a rare treasure within the fifteenth level. For cultivators who need time-related spiritual materials to break through, they are all highly sought-after items.

"These methods can all help your future true form break through to the peak of the fifteenth rank. Of course, the effects and focuses are slightly different, and the prices are also different."

Chen Fei's gaze swept over the exchange prices, and then he sensed the amount of Source Points stored in the mark on the back of his hand. A wry smile appeared on his face.

However, Chen Fei did not show much disappointment on his face, as he had been mentally prepared for this.

After all, the Source Points he had accumulated were acquired in the Martial Arts Arena when he was in the mid-stage of the fifteenth rank. Now that he had broken through to the peak of the fifteenth rank and was aiming for the most top-tier resources, these Source Points were naturally insufficient.

Moreover, in order to bring the beings of the Xuan Yu Realm to the Primordial Continent, he also spent a considerable amount of Origin Points to exchange for Realm-Breaking Jade Essence in the Martial Arts Arena. With this trade-off, naturally, not much remained.

If resources are scarce, then earn them. In this martial arts arena of countless worlds, the most direct way to earn Source Points is through duels.

“Senior,” Chen Fei raised his head, “this junior would also like to ask, in the current Martial Arts Arena of the Myriad Realms, how many Origin Points can one obtain for winning a match at the peak of the fifteenth rank?”

The old man seemed to have anticipated Chen Fei's question, and his expression remained unchanged. "At the peak of the fifteenth rank, winning a match will earn you nine Origin Points."

Nine source points, compared to the three source points in the middle of the fifteenth level, is a significant increase.

"Then," Chen Fei continued, "if you force your opponent to spend Source Points to concede, how many additional Source Points can you gain?"

Using one's source point to concede defeat is a special mechanism in the rules of the training grounds that protects prodigies.

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled faintly, "Forcing your opponent to admit defeat will earn you an additional four Source Points."

A complete and utter victory; if the opponent is still a prodigy, theoretically, one could obtain a maximum of thirteen Origin Points.

Looking at the exchange prices of those time-related spiritual materials on the light screen, and comparing them with the Source Points gained from the victory, Chen Fei suddenly felt that this goal was not so far out of reach.

“Senior, I have another request,” Chen Fei said.

"Young hero, please speak."

"This junior wishes to completely conceal all information about myself within this martial arts arena, so that no one can track or deduce my true identity and whereabouts on the Primordial Continent."

Back in the Xuan Yu Realm, Chen Fei didn't need to consider so many things. But now that he's in Tianhai City, once he starts a high-intensity, high-win-rate duel, it will inevitably attract attention.

Chen Fei did not want to be targeted by some powerful individuals or forces with ulterior motives before he had sufficient strength.

The old man's smile remained unchanged upon hearing Chen Fei's request. "Hidden information? That's simple. It only requires one source point to do completely."

A source point?

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow slightly; this price was much lower than he had expected.

"Protecting the young prodigies who have not yet grown up is what the Martial Arts Arena of the Myriad Realms wants to do."

The old man's voice was calm, yet it carried an indescribable confidence and domineering air: "Unless the opponent's strength surpasses the rules behind the Martial Arts Arena of All Realms, no one can track down your information."

“Alright!” Chen Fei said without hesitation, “This junior chooses to spend one source point to hide all information.”

As Chen Fei confirmed it, the mark on the back of his hand warmed slightly, indicating that a source point had been deducted. At the same time, a subtle feeling rose in Chen Fei's heart.

"Thank you, senior!" Chen Fei stood up and cupped his hands in thanks to the old man.

"Young hero, you're too kind!" the old man said with a smile.

Chen Fei nodded, said no more, and his figure gradually faded away, disappearing from Lin Yuan Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, only the old man remained.

He stared silently at the spot where Chen Fei had disappeared, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if he were calculating something, or perhaps simply reminiscing.

After a moment, he looked away, poured himself another cup of tea, picked it up, sniffed it gently, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Outside the pavilion, the void and abyss remained silent, while nebulae continued to swirl and turn.

The Martial Arts Arena of All Realms, Exchange Area.

As the light and shadow shifted, Chen Fei's figure solidified once more.

Chen Fei didn't stop. After determining the direction, he walked straight towards the duel area.

The battle area was much larger, with alternating light and shadow, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and an intense fighting spirit.

More orbs of light float here, each representing a duel request or matchmaking entry. A massive void light screen scrolls continuously above the area, displaying information on ongoing or upcoming duels of various levels.

Chen Fei arrived in front of a huge dark golden sphere, reached out his hand, and touched the dark golden sphere.

Although Chen Fei has not yet raised his physique to the peak of the fifteenth level, his Yuan power and divine soul have already reached the limit of the fifteenth level, and he has also cultivated the Divine Forbidden Heavenly Prison to the Great Perfection.

Such strength, while not invincible at the peak of the fifteenth rank, is definitely not something that ordinary peak or extreme fifteenth-rank demonic cultivators can contend with.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the light shimmered on the sphere, and the light and shadow before Chen Fei's eyes changed again, bringing a strong sense of teleportation.

When Chen Fei regained his footing, he found himself on a massive, greyish-white stone platform of life and death. The platform was surrounded by endless void, and a hazy halo above illuminated it.

Behind him, a series of puppets appeared as if following him, standing silently, their dark gold and silver-white bodies shimmering with a cold luster under the halo.

Almost at the same time Chen Fei appeared, blurry empty stands began to rapidly appear in the endless void surrounding the Arena of Life and Death.

On the stands, countless figures appeared, including cultivators, demonic cultivators, and all sorts of strange alien creatures. Their gazes were filled with curiosity, indifference, and curiosity and bloodlust.

The duel between the peak fifteenth-level cultivators is the strongest level of competition within the fifteenth-level plane of this martial arts arena of all realms. Each match attracts a large number of fifteenth-level cultivators and demonic cultivators to watch and place bets.

For them, watching the battles of top experts of the same level is not only a way to seek excitement, but also an excellent opportunity to learn and verify their own path.

At this moment, when all the spectators' eyes fell on Chen Fei, they couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt and scrutiny.

Because Chen Fei had requested that all information be concealed, at this moment, all they could vaguely see in their vision and perception was Chen Fei's general appearance and figure, as well as the obviously extraordinary array puppet behind him.

All detailed information about Chen Fei, including his race, origin, past achievements, and cultivation system, is shrouded in an invisible fog and cannot be ascertained.

"Another cowardly fellow."

"Look at that puppet... it looks like an array cultivator? An array cultivator dares to fight in the peak 15th-tier arena?"

"Interesting. Place your bets and see how many moves this cultivator can last."

Various thoughts and whispers mingled in the stands, with most expressing skepticism towards Chen Fei, the anonymous array cultivator.

"Buzz!"

The void opposite the arena of life and death distorted, and then a figure suddenly stepped out.

This was a demonic cultivator who was nearly ten feet tall and had an extremely robust and powerful physique. He wore a dark red heavy armor that seemed to be sewn together from the leather of countless living beings. His eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were naturally turned down, giving him an aura of violence and ferocity.

His body was enveloped in an intense, overwhelming aura of bloodlust, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

The demonic cultivator Fu Yukun immediately locked onto Chen Fei opposite him, but then his attention was drawn to the standing array puppet behind Chen Fei.

"Array puppets?"

Fu Yukun narrowed his bloodshot eyes. From the special spiritual aura emanating from the puppet and the faint array fluctuations, he immediately determined that this was an array puppet belonging to an array cultivator.

"Hey, array cultivator!"

Fu Yukun grinned, revealing a set of sharp, yellow teeth. "That's rare, but..."

His gaze returned to Chen Fei, sweeping over him without restraint, his nostrils twitching slightly as if he were sniffing something.

Array cultivators rarely appear in the martial arts arena of the myriad realms, especially at the peak of the fifteenth rank.

Because array cultivators are inherently at a disadvantage in direct confrontations. Their strength lies in pre-planning and using arrays to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, rather than in the immediate burst of power in close combat.

In the training ground, a limited arena where life and death are inevitable and little preparation is possible, the strength of array cultivators will be greatly reduced.

Having array puppets only slightly compensates for this deficiency, allowing them to instantly cast some arrays, but it cannot completely reverse the disadvantage in direct combat.

Moreover, Fu Yukun did not sense any bloody aura or battle aura that a victor at the peak of the fifteenth level should possess from Chen Fei.

This indicates that the array cultivator in front of us has not yet achieved victory at the peak of the fifteenth level.

Fu Yukun had already achieved five consecutive victories, and was riding high on his momentum and brimming with confidence. In his eyes, this opponent was practically a sixth victory delivered right to his doorstep, along with a decent amount of Origin Points.

"Boom!"

A deep, resonant bell, like the beating of a war drum, exploded above the massive arena of life and death, signaling the official start of the duel and the confirmation of the arena's rules.

Before the bell had even finished ringing, a cruel smile appeared on Fu Yukun's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

He suddenly grabbed at the air in front of him with his right hand, and a colossal hammer, pitch black in color, with a head the size of a millstone and engraved with countless distorted and howling vengeful spirits, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The moment the giant hammer appeared, it emitted a low, mournful sound, like the wailing of ten thousand souls, and a terrifying aura of violence, ferocity, and destructive intent soared into the sky.

At the same time, Fu Yukun's internal energy circulated wildly, and a powerful, solid aura with a special and profound charm rose from the depths of his body.

Behind him, a faint, illusory image of a Dao Foundation, constantly swirling with dark black light, even appeared.

This is the nearly completed Xuan Yuan Dao Foundation.

Although it is not yet fully formed, it already possesses some of the power of the Profound Origin Dao Foundation. Fu Yukun's ability to achieve five consecutive victories is largely due to this soon-to-be-completed Profound Origin Dao Foundation.

"Die!" Fu Yukun's eyes turned bloodshot and he slammed his foot down on the death stage.

With a deafening crash, the seemingly solid ground of the life-or-death arena cracked in a spiderweb pattern as he stepped on it. Using the terrifying recoil, he instantly lunged at Chen Fei.

The giant hammer of vengeful spirit in his hand, carrying a terrifying power capable of crushing everything, was aimed at Chen Fei's head and smashed down fiercely.

When facing a formation cultivator, one should immediately move away to create distance and avoid being enveloped and trapped by the opponent's formation.

Alternatively, one could rely on absolute speed and explosive power to quickly close the distance and kill the array cultivator before the array could be deployed.

Fu Yukun chose the latter!

Because his soon-to-be-completed Profound Origin Dao Foundation is biased towards movement techniques and explosive power, his dash speed and instantaneous burst power are among the best in his class.

Many of his past opponents were killed with a single blow before they could even see his figure clearly.

In Fu Yukun's view, the array cultivator in front of him had no chance of reacting.

As for that seemingly extraordinary array puppet... with its master dead, the puppet is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

Even before the giant hammer arrived, its terrifying pressure enveloped Chen Fei, and the vengeful ghosts wrapped around the hammer emitted sharp howls, directly attacking his soul.

Faced with this attack, Chen Fei didn't even lift his eyelids. He just stood there quietly, as if what was rushing towards him was not a terrifying demonic hammer that could shatter planes, but a gentle breeze.

"clang!"

The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire arena of life and death, as well as the surrounding void stands.

Before Chen Fei knew it, the array puppet had appeared in front of him. At the same time, its right arm was raised, and a diamond-shaped magic shield with a thick, earthy yellow halo and complex array patterns appeared at the front of the arm.

The pitch-black, vengeful hammer slammed solidly into the seemingly thin, earthen-yellow magic shield, but the expected scene of the shield shattering and the person dying did not occur.

That magic shield, like the foundation of a sacred mountain rooted deep in the earth, stood firm and unmoving. The earthy yellow halo flowing across the shield's surface flickered rapidly, breaking down, dissolving, and channeling the terrifying force from the giant hammer into the void layer by layer.

Even more surprisingly, a vast and strange force, carrying the force of the earth's recoil, surged upwards through the giant hammer, violently impacting Fu Yukun's arms and body.

"Ok?"

Fu Yukun's expression suddenly changed. Almost at the same time that the array puppet blocked the giant hammer, a phantom of a series of complex array patterns and Daoist radiance suddenly rose from the depths of the array puppet's body.

As soon as this massive phantom appeared, it completely enveloped an area spanning thousands of miles.

Upon seeing the interconnected array that instantly rose up, Fu Yukun frantically channeled his inner energy into his legs, preparing to retreat rapidly.

However, at that very moment, the immense force of the backlash emanating from the earthen-yellow magic shield surged up at just the right time.

This force wasn't meant to harm the enemy, but rather it carried a peculiar stickiness and sluggishness, like an invisible quagmire, interfering with Fu Yukun's movement and the burst of power.

In that brief pause, the dazzling, interconnected array of phantom images solidified completely, enveloping Fu Yukun, Chen Fei, and the array puppets.

"Damn it!"

Fu Yukun sensed the chilling power of the interconnected array surrounding him, and his expression instantly turned ashen. He knew he had made a fatal mistake.

But Fu Yukun did not despair. Although the formation was complete, it was not necessarily unbreakable. He also had absolute confidence in his own attack power.

Fu Yukun roared, and the illusory image of the Xuan Yuan Dao Foundation that was about to be completed in his body reappeared. He poured all his power into the vengeful soul giant hammer in his hand.

The vengeful phantoms on the giant hammer emitted a piercing shriek, and the hammer itself swelled, radiating a destructive black and red light.

Fu Yukun slammed the giant hammer into a section of the array wall beside him with all his might. This blow, delivered in his rage, was even more powerful than his previous surprise attack.

However, the hammer struck, but it didn't feel like it hit anything solid.

The seemingly close array wall appeared to extend and fold infinitely the instant his hammer approached.

In Fu Yukun's vision, the array wall was still there, but his hammer seemed to have smashed into a boundless, star-studded void labyrinth. (End of Chapter)