Longevity Martial Arts: Starting from Inner Core Skill

Chapter 662: Chapter 7 Peeking from Within the River of Time (10,000+ Words)

The primary beings of Heavenly Saint Star and the Human Race of Source Star were the same, belonging to the Human Race, but there were some differences in their internal organs.

Apart from that, Heavenly Saint Star was different from many other worlds.

Compared to the various cultivation methods of other worlds, they had only one main type of Cultivation Method, the Star Cultivation Method, which involved drawing on the power of stars to strengthen oneself.

The Heavenly Saint Palace strictly required compliance, and no force could resist; after all, the Three Saints were inherently domineering and powerful.

All other forces on Heavenly Saint Star, whether overtly or covertly, were subordinate to the Heavenly Saint Palace and had to regularly pay tribute.

And weaker forces had to collect tributes from even weaker ones.

Layer upon layer of exploitation, coupled with extremely domineering actions, made life increasingly difficult further down the hierarchy.

The upper echelons exploited cultivation resources, while the lower ones exploited everything.

Grain, land, everything was subject to exploitation.

The Fierce Sun Sect was somewhat more conscientious, so within the territories controlled by the Fierce Sun Sect, both cultivators and common folk managed to get by reasonably well.

However, sects like the Fierce Sun Sect were ultimately in the minority.

In most places on Heavenly Saint Star, life was arduous and full of suffering.

Cultivators fared slightly better, but for ordinary people, mere survival was considered a stroke of luck.

This was particularly true given that Heavenly Saint Star also had nations, and these nations frequently waged war against each other.

Once anything happened, there would be no food to eat.

This kind of situation was almost the norm.

After all, cultivators on Heavenly Saint Star would not cultivate crops with their abilities to ensure the nation was well-supplied with food, unlike cultivators from Source Star.

Yin Yue Dynasty.

This was a typical small dynasty on Heavenly Saint Star, the strongest of whom were only at the Fourth Realm, with the Third Realm representing the pinnacle of their combat power.

The nearby nations possessed roughly the same level of strength.

The overall situation was similar to when Source Star was under the oppression of Destiny Dynasty.

Xia Yang spent a month, braving the elements, and finally arrived here.

“Yin Yue Dynasty… Let’s start from here!”

This was his decision after much thought and consideration.

The more downtrodden the layer, the more suffering it bore. Coming here aligned with the True Saint’s doctrine of “saving those who suffer hardship,” and it also wouldn’t attract significant attention.

Rising up in a minor dynasty and even possibly absorbing an entire region wouldn’t draw the attention of the top forces.

And he needed only to disseminate the light of the True Saint.

By the time that happened, the incarnation of the True Saint would arrive, unstoppable by anyone.

The Yin Yue Dynasty had lasted for five hundred years, but now, as the old ancestor Yin Yue’s life neared its end, continual turmoil plagued the entire dynasty.

Other dynasties were waiting eagerly for an opportunity.

The greatest enemy was the Long Shan Dynasty, with a million soldiers amassed at the border, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.

The first scene Xia Yang witnessed upon entering the dynasty was that of soldiers looting grain; the peasants wanted to defend it, but they were no match for the soldiers and were directly knocked to the ground.

“Husband, what’s happened to you? Without the grain, and you gone, how will I survive?”

A woman clung to the man who tried to protect the grain, weeping uncontrollably.

The villagers beside her showed signs of discomfort, but they were ordinary people, what could they do?

Moreover, they had their own crises.

Their own grain was gone!

The man vomited blood, wanting to say something, but he was unable to speak and was on the brink of death.

But then, a voice rang out.

“May I have a look?”

The woman looked up and saw a boy in his teens.

Desperate for any help, not knowing what else to do, she stepped aside.

Xia Yang approached the injured man and placed his hand on the man’s chest.

Energy surged, and in a short while, the bleeding man’s breathing stabilized. Were it not for the blood at the corner of his mouth, he would have appeared uninjured.

Seeing this, the woman was overcome with joy.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing!” Xia Yang said with a gentle expression, unconcerned.

During his travels, he had broken through to the Second Realm. A simple internal injury like this was trivial, easily healed by any cultivator of the Second Realm.

Of course, on Heavenly Saint Star, probably no cultivator would bother to heal an ordinary person, even though it would be effortless.

A cultivator of the Second Realm, who could live for two hundred years, considered themselves a cut above the rest.

“Are you a Cultivator, sir?” someone braved up and approached; it was the head of the village.

To an ordinary cultivator, no matter how amiable they seemed, one must not be negligent.

“Good sir, yes, I’m just passing through and happened upon soldiers seizing grain.”

“Alas, we’ve gotten used to it. The Long Shan Dynasty has armed its borders, and the higher-ups are getting anxious, but even without that…”

Clearly, even without this, such incidents occurred frequently.

“We would have offered you hospitality, but now the village has no surplus grain left either,” the village head sighed, a profound sense of helplessness in his voice.

“Good sir, food is not an issue, but may I take a bit of your time?”

The village head was startled. Could it be that a cultivator needed his help?

But even without knowing what it was about, he dared not refuse.

“Of course, may I ask what matter brings you here, sir?”

“Don’t be nervous, I merely wish to introduce you to the True Saint of saving from suffering, Lifeless True Saint!”

Xia Yang laid bare his motive after the cautious probing.

This village was just too fitting for his requirements.

“The True Saint? Is it the Saint people have been worshiping recently?”

“No, no, no, not the so-called Saint but the truly great Lifeless True Saint who is beyond birth and death, who pities the torment of all beings and bestows his power…”

The village head’s question gave Xia Yang an excellent opportunity to introduce his god.

After a while, Xia Yang finished the introduction.

The village head and the surrounding villagers were somewhat bewildered but also grasped the basic idea that the Lifeless True Saint had appeared in the world to alleviate suffering.