Chapter 2

In the vast and boundless land of Ancient Mystic Continent, numerous races coexisted, making it a place where myriad races stood side by side.

Due to the multitude of races, the Ancient Mystic Continent was always in a state of constant warfare. It was said that in ancient times, every ten thousand years, a race would rise to dominate the continent, ruling over all.

Each ten-thousand-year period was called an era, and these eras continued to change.

It was not until the human race rose to prominence and a balance was achieved among the powerful races that the continent's wars gradually decreased.

The long years of warfare forged many powerful races on the continent and pushed the cultivation system of true qi to its peak.

In ancient times, the races that once ruled the continent rose to prominence due to the emergence of extraordinary geniuses within their ranks, becoming the dominant force for ten thousand years.

The Holy Body of Battle, according to legend, was a shocking constitution from ancient times.

Anyone who possessed this constitution would become a world-shaking powerhouse, dominating the universe and being invincible.

As for the disappearance of the Holy Body of Battle, the Mystic Mirror did not clearly state it, only mentioning that the Holy Body of Battle encountered a great change in the world and could no longer appear.

"The Holy Body of Battle is hard to manifest, but it is not impossible. The heavens have the number nine, and there is always a way out in the most desperate situations..."

Kun Mo's dry lips moved as he recalled the secrets of the Holy Body of Battle and the nameless incantation as described by the Mystic Mirror.

"All things that are born will die, and this cycle is called the Way of Heaven..."

"In the midst of death, a spark of life can emerge. Even a single vine that gains life has the power to shake the world..."

This nameless incantation was very obscure, but fortunately, after becoming a cripple in his previous life, Kun Mo had read extensively in search of a way to restore his body, allowing him to understand its meaning.

According to the Mystic Mirror, the method to activate the Holy Body of Battle was to cultivate this nameless incantation.

After returning to Burnt Town, Kun Mo carefully pondered this nameless incantation and discovered that its cultivation was divided into nine levels.

In the most desperate situation, one must gain a spark of life, and after experiencing nine deaths, one can fully activate the Holy Body of Battle, allowing this unparalleled constitution to reappear in the world.

"The first level requires all one hundred meridians to be severed, and at the brink of death, the incantation must be activated to gain a spark of life. If successful, one can break through and be reborn..."

This incantation flashed in Kun Mo's mind, and he hesitated. The first level of the nameless incantation was the simplest to cultivate, but it was already as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

One must sever all one hundred meridians and be on the brink of death to activate the first level of the incantation.

Even severing just the heart meridian would result in almost certain death. Moreover, maintaining consciousness and activating the incantation at the brink of death could only be done by someone with a mind as firm as a rock.

In his previous life, when Kun Mo fell into this cave, he was fortunate that his heart meridian was not damaged; otherwise, he would have died after three days and three nights, and no one could have saved him.

Now, according to the nameless incantation, Kun Mo needed to sever the meridians in his body that were still intact to cultivate the first level of the incantation.

"All one hundred meridians must be severed, even the heart meridian...?"

Kun Mo sighed softly. After experiencing the vicissitudes of his previous life, he had long become indifferent to life and death, but he still had some doubts about this nameless incantation.

With his extensive knowledge from his previous life, he knew that severing all one hundred meridians could only be cured by extremely rare treasures or peak experts above the Martial King level; otherwise, it was almost certain death.

"But the legend says that the Mystic Mirror has never been wrong from ancient times to the present..." Kun Mo muttered to himself, knowing that life and death were just a matter of a single thought.

Drip...

Another drop of water landed on his cheek, the cold sensation clearing his mind. At this moment, a ray of moonlight shone through, revealing a clear night sky with the moon hanging high and stars twinkling, foretelling a sunny day tomorrow.

Kun Mo came to his senses and scolded himself, "Kun Mo, Kun Mo! Do you want the tragedy of your previous life to repeat? After being a mediocre person for decades, have you even lost your heart?"

Scenes from his past flashed before his eyes: the family upheaval, the burning town of Burnt, the tearful farewell of the beautiful woman, and the beloved one who passed away in his arms...

"If I am to live a mediocre life, I might as well die here and now!"

Kun Mo's eyes filled with determination. He gathered the remaining true qi in his dantian and severed all the meridians in his body that were still intact.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the ground, Kun Mo bled from all seven orifices. His already scarred body spurted more blood. His eyes turned white, and due to the severed heart meridian and massive blood loss, he was in a state of unconsciousness.

"…The Way of Heaven has flaws, taking from the surplus to make up for the deficiency. The sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes; this is the law that all things must follow..."

"…In the midst of death, there is boundless vitality. To defy the heavens, one must find a spark of life in the midst of death, to break through and be reborn..."

This incantation kept swirling in his mind, like the sound of a bell, putting Kun Mo into a strange state. His breathing slowed until it stopped, and his chest ceased to rise and fall.

In this state, he was on the brink of death. In a few more breaths, his life would be completely extinguished, and there would be no hope of salvation.

Suddenly, a loud rumble sounded within Kun Mo's body, as if a door had been slammed open. His body swelled like a balloon, and a surging power spread throughout, washing over his limbs and organs, repairing his flesh, bones, and dantian.

After a moment, the youth's chest began to rise and fall, and a strong heartbeat could be heard. With each breath, a faint current of air flowed from the rocks, grass, and water droplets, slowly entering the youth's body.

Then, a faint glow emanated from Kun Mo's body, and the dantian, which had been restored, generated true qi. Following his breathing, the true qi naturally circulated throughout his body, forming a complete cycle.

Gradually, the air current in the cave became more intense, eventually filling the entire cave like a thin mist.

Lying on the cold ground, Kun Mo felt no cold, but rather as if he were bathed in a warm sea, a feeling like that of a newborn baby.

The true qi in his body grew more abundant, and Kun Mo remained unconscious, his body instinctively absorbing the air current in the cave, making the glow emanating from his body brighter.

At the same time, the air current swirling in the cave gradually thinned and was completely absorbed into the youth's body.

Time passed silently. The moonlight shining through the cave ceiling gradually faded, and sunlight began to filter in. The sun rose and set, and night fell again, with the silver glow of the moon shining once more.

Crack!

On the cold ground, Kun Mo absorbed the last bit of air current in the cave. His body made a light sound, and clots of dried blood fell off, revealing smooth skin.

The muscles and tissues glowed with the luster of true qi, emitting a faint purple light.

Purple true qi!

After a moment, Kun Mo opened his eyes. His deep, ink-black eyes were like deep pools, with a slight tinge of purple.

Looking up at the cave ceiling, Kun Mo was momentarily stunned, then he sat up abruptly, stretching his arms, and the sound of his bones cracking was like beautiful music.

"All my meridians have been restored, and even my injuries have healed." Kun Mo muttered to himself, feeling the true qi flowing through his meridians and assessing its strength.

The true qi cultivation system of the Ancient Mystic Continent, developed from ancient times, was already extremely complete.

From the lowest to the highest, there were five major realms: Martial Disciple, Martial Warrior, Martial Master, Great Martial Master, and Innate Martial Master. Each major realm was further divided into 1 to 9 segments to distinguish strength. Anyone who reached the Great Martial Master realm was considered a powerhouse on the continent.

Of course, Kun Mo, who had experienced two lifetimes, knew that there were higher realms beyond these five.

However, for the vast majority of martial artists on the continent, the Innate Martial Master realm was the highest goal they could aspire to in their lifetime.

At this moment, the strength of the true qi in Kun Mo's body was at the ninth segment of the Martial Disciple realm. Activating the first level of the Holy Body of Battle had not broken through the long-standing barrier to reach the Martial Warrior realm.

However, the feeling of his body being filled with true qi was something he had not experienced in a long time. Joy welled up in his heart.

With a movement, Kun Mo sprang up, his body full of vitality. He crossed his fists and began to practice a basic fist technique of the Qin family.

For a moment, the cave was filled with the sound of his fists, and the youth moved with the flow, becoming more and more exhilarated. The joy in his heart gradually settled as he practiced the technique.

"Shatter Stone, Break Rain!"

With a distant punch, he shattered a water droplet falling from the cave ceiling, the fine droplets splashing. This was the final move of the basic fist technique.

Slowly retracting his fist, Kun Mo felt the true qi in his meridians surge, flowing to a certain part of his body. This was a sign of true qi overflowing and about to break through, indicating that his current realm could break through at any time, lacking only a catalyst.

Such a sign had eluded Kun Mo for eight years after he was six years old, and he never thought it would appear now.

"Ha ha..."

Kun Mo shook his head and laughed softly. If he were still a young man, he would be overjoyed, but the experiences of his two lifetimes and the changes in the world had left his heart as calm as a well, free from extreme emotions.

Standing in the cave, Kun Mo pondered for a long time, then walked to the edge of the water pool, washing the blood and dirt from his face and body, looking at his reflection in the water.

It was the image of a handsome young man, with sword-like eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth, exuding a youthful vigor. Only his deep, gem-like eyes, shimmering with a captivating light, betrayed his depth.

Habitually touching his neck, where a jade pendant, a relic from his mother, used to hang, he found it empty.

"I'm sure the Grand Elder and the Deputy Clan Leader will be very disappointed to see me unharmed," Kun Mo said to himself.

After tidying up, Kun Mo leaped out of the cave, moving like an ape, and quickly climbed out, heading into the distance.

...

At the same time.

In the distance, about ten thousand meters away from the cave, a row of torches appeared on a mountain path, and a group of people was quickly approaching.