Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chapter 611: Chapter 362 Red Jiao

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In a certain place in the Earthly Abyss.

“Dark Soul Lotus…”

Chen Mu took out a pristine Dark Soul Lotus which had a total of seven petals, all deep, silent, and pitch-black. After examining it carefully, he suddenly and gently plucked off one petal and placed it into his mouth.

His state of mind had already reached the level where there was “no return in the questioning of the Dao,” but the level of state of mind and the strength of the soul heart were two different concepts. The level of state of mind only determined the lower limit of the soul heart’s strength; as for the upper limit, there was no consensus.

At least Chen Mu was very clear that his soul heart’s strength still fell short of those peerless experts who had achieved the Unity of Heaven and Man.

Those who could enter the Blood Exchange Realm and step into the third stage of Artistic Conception, when it comes to the level of state of mind, none would be inferior to him. Moreover, at that level, they had been immersed for dozens or even hundreds of years, with a Martial Arts will so strong it was unshakable.

Although he too had reached the “no return in the questioning of the Dao” Realm, in terms of soul heart strength he could match anyone within the Blood Exchange Realm, being slightly less than those who achieved Unity of Heaven and Man was quite normal, and this Dark Soul Lotus just happened to help him improve a bit.

The lotus petal melted as soon as it entered his mouth.

Immediately, it transformed into a cool sense of purpose that quietly rose, surging into the Heavenly Spirit located in his head.

In an instant, Chen Mu felt as though his consciousness was soaked in a cool pond, bringing bursts of comfort and pleasure, and it seemed like his consciousness gradually became more lucid, and his thoughts clearer.

Not long after.

Chen Mu regained his senses once more.

He sensed his own body; there was no significant change, but his perception ability seemed to be a bit clearer, which was undoubtedly a manifestation of the soul heart’s strength having been enhanced.

The strength of the soul heart was elusive, and difficult to measure accurately, but he had a method of assessment.

Whoosh!

With a thought from Chen Mu, he deployed the Qiankun Domain, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of feet all around him were enveloped by his Qiankun Domain, where all the myriad laws of the wasteland were under his control.

“Indeed, it has improved somewhat.”

Chen Mu sensed the range his Qiankun Domain could encompass and couldn’t help but nod slightly.

Previously his Qiankun Domain could cover an area of about thirty-six or thirty-seven feet, but now, if he exerted his full strength, he could nearly reach a range of forty feet. This was undoubtedly an improvement, even if it might not seem very significant relative to his current level. But one must know that for ordinary people who have reached his level, trying to improve even a little bit is very difficult.

Just like Qin Mengjun, once she had completely consolidated her realm and thoroughly completed the Blood Exchange, she was almost on the same level as Yin Heng. After that, unless she had another epiphany and achieved the third step of Artistic Conception, it might be difficult for her to make any progress for decades.

And Chen Mu’s current strength was not inferior to Qin Mengjun’s.

This whole Seven-Leaf Soul Lotus, even if its effects diminished the further one went, after completely digesting it, could improve his soul heart’s strength by two or three tenths, and then the Power of Heaven and Earth that his Qiankun Domain could manipulate would also be strengthened by the same proportion.

“Amass a thick reserve for a thin release.”

Chen Mu clenched his fist and murmured to himself.

The Marrow Cleansing Realm, for many, was the end point, but for him, it was a realm that emphasized foundation even more. He wanted to condense the Qiankun Martial Body to an unprecedented extreme at this level, and then go on to strike the Eighth Realm of Body Tempering Martial Arts.

In this process, whether it was the enhancement of the soul heart’s strength or the gradual improvement of the Martial Body, it was all an accumulation for him. By the time of the Blood Exchange, it would be like transforming into a butterfly or a dragon leaping from the abyss.

Whoosh.

Chen Mu continued to stride forward, soon disappearing from his original spot.

The faint aura that he displayed while deploying the Qiankun Domain had attracted the attention of many in the silent Earthly Abyss, but after sensing that oppressive feeling, those ill-intentioned gazes quickly retreated.

Chen Mu did not pay attention to the varying strengths of the auras coming from all directions. Now, he had no great interest in hunting Ancient Demons or Demon Kings; only the rare Spiritual Objects that existed in the Earthly Abyss could grab his attention.

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The fourth layer of the Earthly Abyss.

Somewhere.

Within a few miles, the ground was crisscrossed with cracks, from which hot waves radiated, and even approaching would instantly bake any ordinary person into a charred corpse.

Deep in those cracks, there was visibly flowing lava, gurgling and bubbling.

In such a harsh environment, only Grandmasters who had cultivated their Martial Bodies could move freely; even Martial Artists at the Five Organ and Viscera Realm would not be able to withstand the roasting if they came here.

And right there, among that surging lava, a figure moved forward, wearing plain clothes, a black cloth turban, and walking shoes. He stepped over the fierce lava as if on flat ground, with the rising heat wave lifting the edges of his garment, yet it couldn’t burn his clothes, strangely enough.

Even.

The simple walking shoes that almost stepped on the lava were not charred, nor did they change color, as if he was merely walking on flat ground.

The figure was Chen Mu.

He walked forward as if nothing was amiss, step by step, until he reached the deepest parts of the cracks, where he saw a ball of blazing golden light floating in the middle, continuously inhaling and exhaling the heat waves from the lava.

“A Separation Fire Bead?”

Chen Mu’s eyebrows slightly moved.

It sounded like a material for Refining Spirit Weapons, but in reality, it was a treasure for practitioners of the Separating Fire to solidify their Martial Bodies, and Chen Mu, who practiced Qiankun and mastered the Eight Phases, could also make use of such Spiritual Objects.

However, he was more interested in finding the “Southern Bright Flame” to Refine a Spirit Weapon that matched his Qiankun Spirit Weapon.

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