Chapter 1406 - 773: Final Disaster - , Cosmos Breath! (Part 3)

Chapter 1406: Chapter 773: Final Disaster Chapter, Cosmos Breath! (Part 3)

"Senior!"

Meng Chuan nodded without speaking, and also quietly bowed toward that human silhouette, then took out a huge armful of fresh flowers from the Magic Mirror and offered them up, waving his hand to drive off the mosquitoes drawn over by the flower clusters.

Chen Tie, that new principal of Ping’an Middle School, his sparring old partner also died in battle outside the city...

Visiting one teacher and old friend after another, he stayed all the way until late at night before leaving.

Outside the gate, Meng Chuan lifted his head and looked at the sky.

Tonight’s moon was especially bright and pure.

On the panel in his mind, the [Earth Demon Blessed Land]’s demon-gathering effect was glowing red and burning hot.

As if reminding him that he hadn’t cultivated for far too long...

His sight and intent spread out; within a radius of twelve hundred zhang, his will suddenly extended.

Blue-white stars filled the night sky, flickering in and out with his gentle breathing.

Under the firmament, within the city, a huge number of unfinished shells were scattered like stars.

Walls and tiles exposing the rebar, clanging sounds ringing without end.

Hundreds and thousands of shirtless workers were rolling up their sleeves and giving it their all; in the distance, there were Martial Arts Family members coordinating and manipulating a dark yellow qi flow to erect key buildings.

Everyone was striving and struggling.

"Hu..."

Meng Chuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air; it wasn’t fatigue—his body had long since healed as good as new—but the taut, at-a-loss nerves finally relaxed a bit at this moment.

"Time to practice Martial Arts..."

Wù yǐ wǎng zhī bù jiàn, zhī lái zhě yóu kě zhuī.

"That pack of beasts, and that mangy old bird Mo Jue..."

...

Mist seethed, ripples spread across the water.

Splaaash—

Water splashed in all directions as that burly, broad-chested, towering and robust twelve-foot-tall figure burst up from the Star Soup.

As his muscles stretched, his tendons and bones thundered and exploded in waves.

The saying "one day without training and your hands and feet grow sluggish, two days without training and you lose half of it," and all those earnest truths, seemed to simply not exist in Meng Chuan’s case.

Fist practice, smooth and dripping with zest; soaking in the bath, comfortable and thoroughly relaxed.

Meng Chuan’s mood settled; he once again found his usual feeling.

He opened his Inner World.

Like a skinny dog, the newly bred Dragon Demon bolted out, romping and rushing in circles around him in excitement.

Its bull nose would bare at him from time to time, just like a dog throwing a tantrum, displeased that he’d locked it up for so long.

Meng Chuan patted the dog’s head, then casually tossed the Earth Dragon brothers’ True Spirit into the dog’s mouth.

Only then was the Dragon Demon satisfied; its long whiskers happily twitched back and forth as it paddled, its claws cradling those two big, round little treasures, rolling them into a black strawberry tower and digesting with all its might.

Before long, a faint snoring sound arose; the Dragon Demon’s body swelled visibly like a balloon being blown up, gradually restoring its former glory.

The Elephant God was the same, except that it was born disinclined to move; after its mysterious pass opened, it moved house, slumbering in one corner of the Inner World’s night sky.

Look—that particularly large star glowing red is it.

The mostly shattered [Ferocity] was still with the Yang Family.

Since Linzhou had also been specially targeted by the Ancestral Dragon forces, the Yang Family suffered no small damage.

Thankfully Yang Yuelian was in Shanghai and escaped disaster; her grandfather, Grandmaster Yang Zhaoxing, was also fine, though he carried minor injuries.

In his letter, Yang Zhaoxing told him that only by the end of the month could Ferocity be repaired and mailed back.

In the letter, the old Grandmaster Yang also marveled at just what sort of opponent Meng Chuan had encountered, to actually beat a fifth-grade Divine Armor into such a wrecked state...

Meng Chuan could only feel helpless.

"Screee!"

A sharp cry ripped through the night sky, a black shadow circling down; razor talons settled onto his palm, transforming into a long-shaft killing weapon.

Eagle Shadow had already charged out together with the Dragon Demon, romped about for a while, and only now descended.

Meng Chuan took out a tube of oil paste for maintaining Divine Weapons; this too had been a gift from Grandmaster Yang before. He carefully smeared it over every inch of Fumo’s "skin."

From the root of the halberd haft to the Halberd Blade of the trident, even the moon-blade spearhead that could sever hair at a touch had dimmed its edge, letting Meng Chuan’s large hand, slick with ghee, rub back and forth over it.

Nurturing the weapon, storing up strength.

...

Dawn was about to break.

After a short nap, Meng Chuan dressed neatly and headed for the research institute.

Several days of clear weather had finally, in early September, dispelled the haze shrouding San Qin.

Even the congealed reek of blood and gunpowder had faded quite a bit—to a level where low-level Martial Artists and ordinary people couldn’t smell it at all—a case of truly clear skies and fresh air.

The Blessed Land’s update today was still not ready for use.

National specialists were busy on the sixth floor.

Using the merits he’d earned on 8.26, plus two thousand additional special battle credits beyond a Third Grade [Rong Carpet], he exchanged them for a Fourth Grade [Emerald-Pattern Spirit-Nurturing Stele].

It wasn’t that he wanted to hold some sort of memorial and bring back a "stele"—no matter how much he missed the fallen, he wouldn’t go that far; rather, he had another major purpose.

Once this stele is set into the ground and takes root, it can generate thick moss and wooden resonance, birthing more Wood Attribute spiritual aura than the Rong Carpet, and at the same time it can soothe the mood, relax the Heart Spirit, and help the soul enter stillness.

Meng Chuan set up a stance in one corner of the hall; passing figures greeted him upon seeing him, then each went to their respective "workstations" to do their own tasks.

Eyes closed, standing in posture, the recovered Meng Chuan was particularly focused and intent.

All the way until twelve noon.

Buzz~

Meng Chuan’s movements were slow and steady, neither hurried nor sluggish, yet the sound of his tendons and bones all chiming together had already begun to boom.

Buzzz——!

His brow center orifice swelled, his mysterious pass shone brilliantly; a buzzing howl reverberated through his mind.

At a certain moment, Meng Chuan suddenly opened his eyes; his brain felt exceptionally cool, his thoughts more active than ever before.

His eyelids twitched; he instantly felt as if his intelligence had risen again.

Stretching out his hand, sunlight quietly spilled into his palm; he seemed able to analyze every structure that existed within this light.

The brain domain had opened; his body was passively drawing in the Cosmic Energy contained in the "light"!

This subtle, wondrous little sensation!

Experiencing it for the first time, Meng Chuan almost subconsciously hummed aloud; fortunately his self-control was too strong, his expression stiffened into a board as he forcibly held it back.

This research institute was full of his subordinates; he did not allow himself to make strange noises—he had to maintain the dignity of a director!

"..."

He snuck a look around; seemingly no one had noticed this odd scene. Meng Chuan lightly coughed twice and turned his Introspection inward.

With the brain domain opened, his body was passively absorbing Cosmic Energy.

Although this process was extremely faint and slow, it was nonetheless continuous and unbroken.

Even if he simply stood with his hands collected, the thirty-six thousand pores of his body were also opening and closing, breathing in all the energy they could obtain.

Not only restoring his body, but also raising his strength by a tiny bit.

Inner World.

As Meng Chuan’s intent shifted, he immediately sensed a trace of nearly imperceptible energy "turning into Martial for him," forming a minute amount of Qi Blood that flowed into the Sun of Day.

Passive grinding!

This was the Celestial Posture, the Taiyi Three Talents Celestial Posture!

It wasn’t just passive absorption of energy.

The true meaning of standing in the Celestial Posture lay more in that, when one’s intent was dispersed, one’s connection with the outer Heaven and Earth was pushed one step further;

Expanding the brain domain, mutating the Martial Arts Family practitioners’ brains to enhance Comprehension; inner and outer Heaven and Earth reflecting one another, expanding the upper limit of a person’s macro scale.

The former concerned the bottleneck for a Grandmaster breaking into Fifth Grade, the perception of the "Dao," Celestial-Human Communication.

The latter was the "invisible limitation" upon Qi Blood.

Although the Celestial Posture did not open meridians or store blood, the size of the Inner World was under its control; only a greater Heaven and Earth could accommodate an even more colossal Sun of Day.

Especially for Meng Chuan, the size of his Qi Blood Gathering Yang had already somewhat exceeded the standard.

If it continued to swell without expanding the Inner World, the Sun of Day would injure the starry sky above, affecting the volatilization of Gang Qi; sinking downward, it would also compress the five viscera, thereby making qi regulation and qi absorption go awry.

...

Pile Skill—only the old donkey grinding the mill, practice makes perfect.

Man and Earth Postures had been livered into Limit Breaking; though the Celestial Posture was complex, with his massive experience and astonishing wisdom assisting him, a mere three hours was enough for him to easily get started.

Casting a glance at the panel, Meng Chuan felt rather expectant.

[Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Celestial Posture (1%) awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit-Breaking Traits: Heavenly Gang Spiritual Body (High-Level)]

"Tsk tsk... not bad."

He didn’t yet know what use it had, but just hearing the trait’s name, Meng Chuan felt it sounded damn impressive.

Considering the Limit-Breaking Traits obtained from the previous Man and Earth Postures, there hadn’t been a single dud.

Thinking back to the opening of his brain domain, that marvelous feeling of his body absorbing Cosmic Energy...

"Could it be that the body mutates into some kind of spiritual body, able to greedily draw in Cosmic Energy?"