Star Sky Professional

Inside the True Martial Talisman.

A flash of light revealed the figure of Fang Xing.

He glanced around and sighed.

Rumble!

Stone pillars rose up, parting the gray airflow to create a space of about a hundred square meters and ten meters high.

Stone steps appeared tier by tier, with a seat at the topmost position.

Fang Xing sat on the seat and murmured, "Next... I don't know how many years I'll stay here..."

"But my state is far better than the subconscious Panwu state of a dead ghost by countless times... The longer I stay, the more I can comprehend the True Martial Dao."

He silently explored the limits of his own abilities.

"Inside the True Martial Talisman, this expanse of Cave Mansion is my limit. Here I am like a Creator God... um, a Creator God of a mere hundred square meters?"

He stretched his hand forward, and a jade cup appeared, filled with golden wine.

This is divine wine personally brewed by the Wine God in the All Gods World, powerful enough to make even a Fourteenth Realm Dao Lord intoxicated.

Fang Xing took a gentle sip, and the wine cup disappeared, followed by the appearance of several puppets, kneeling: "Master..."

"Hmm, the power of these puppets can be adjusted... Can I even create flesh and blood beings?"

He nodded, then shook his head: "But for me personally, what can the owner of the True Martial Talisman gain?"

No mistake!

Now that Fang Xing entered the Stone Talisman, he could no longer move the Stone Talisman externally with his own power.

In other words, he needed a host and had become similar to a Golden Finger.

"As long as one obtains the 'True Martial Talisman', they can receive the best cultivation... If they shatter the Dao of Panwu with the True Martial Dao, then naturally I win."

"Even if they fail... I can just abandon them and find another host."

"This is the advantage of having hacks; if I can win once, it's eternity."

"But what use is this 'hack' to the host?"

Fang Xing began to contemplate.

With his abilities, transforming an ordinary mortal into a Twelfth Realm, or even Thirteen Realms Heavenly Immortal Dharma Master, gaining endless longevity is not difficult, but it's useless!

Because his foundation right now is still the Dao of Panwu!

Creating a Heavenly Immortal Dharma Master with the Dao of Panwu? Wouldn't that be feeding the Dao of Panwu?

In the next instant, the consciousness of Panwu might revive in this body outside, and then he'd be defeated, with the ritual failing.

"To win... I must first improve my comprehension of the True Martial Dao, at least grasp the general framework."

"Then, guide the host to discover their own power and embark on the 'True Martial Dao'..."

"This Golden Finger of mine can't be too strong, offering experience for every kill, or giving techniques, strength, treasures, and even future simulators; all these should be left out."

"But perhaps I can create a training space with a different time flow from the outside?"

"And then? Cultivate to a bottleneck and naturally break through? Isn't this just my attribute panel's proficiency system?"

Fang Xing thought it over and set a plan: "Just these two things, nothing more."

"In fact, for the sake of the other party, I still need to create martial arts, I can't teach what I've learned, teaching it will only cause trouble..."

After all, everything he's learned has become part of the Dao of Panwu.

This is also the reason all Daoists are trapped.

Their own Dao is already the essence and peak of themselves, how can they forge a new path?

It is as absurd as turning an ordinary person into another, even changing their genes!

"Unless, I can comprehend a more complete True Martial Dao and then pass it on..."

Fang Xing closed his eyes, ignoring the passage of time outside.

...

The stars shifted, the seas changed over time.

What was once a beach is now a mountainous terrain.

Dark flowers covered the mountains, a three-headed monstrous bird with a wingspan of tens of meters flew low across the sky.

"Chirp!"

The monstrous bird swooped down, its talons tracing beautiful arcs, striking a wild boar with a trident-shaped head on the ground.

The wild boar growled low, trying to resist but it was too late.

Puff!

Blood splattered as the several-ton wild boar was lifted up, the monstrous bird turned into a black dot and swiftly disappeared.

"Damn it... this three-headed bird has come to steal our prey again."

There was a rustle in the grass as several primitive people, over two meters tall and clad in animal skins, emerged.

One of the more youthful-looking primitive ones cursed.

In their hands were spears sharpened from wooden sticks and axes embedded with sharp bone fragments, appearing somewhat 'well-equipped'.

"Qing... what should we do? The prey we've been tracking for days was taken, and the people in the tribe are going to starve."

A group of people looked at a slightly older leader.

Life in this Wilderness era was harsh for primitive people.

Powerful fierce beasts were everywhere, eager to eat them!

And the primitives' place in the food chain was evidently at the lower end!

They only managed a slim chance of survival by banding together into small tribes.

Even so, tribes couldn't exceed a thousand people, or they'd easily become a 'buffet' for more powerful fierce beasts.

Qing appeared to be in his mid-twenties, considered elderly among primitives, with rich hunting experience.

"Let's go by the river... and see if we can catch a 'Bone Spur Fish'!"

Qing thought for a moment and made a decision: "This time, I'll be the bait!"

He is the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and the bone-spur fish is very cunning. If anything is wrong with the prey, it will surely notice.

"Qi... you hold the stone axe, prepare to go first."

"Shang... you're responsible for stabbing with the spear, but be careful not to hit the bone scales. You can only aim at the spot under the fish's lips where the three white lines converge..."

"Mang..."

Qing looked at the young primitive who spoke first: "You are responsible for keeping watch... be alert to the movements of other fierce beasts."

"Alright."

Mang gritted his teeth and agreed.

A moment later, by the riverside.

A fish over two meters long, covered entirely with forest-white bone spurs and scales, rolled over to the shore.

Faced with the ambush, it didn't flee back into the river; instead, it rolled over.

Paired with its bone spurs, it resembled a spinning hedgehog.

Shang, in a rush, didn't manage to hit the vital spot with his wooden spear, and instead, it snapped with a crack.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the bait, Qing, who was the closest, ended up with several bloody holes on his body.

Yet after a few flaps, the bone-spur fish surprisingly stopped moving.

Mang ran over swiftly, only to find Qing, who was pinned under the bone-spur fish, had already thrust a bone dagger into the spot under its lips where the three white lines converged, not a bit more or less.

"Qing..."

Mang quickly looked towards Qing.

"Cough cough... I've already heard the call of the gods; the chances of surviving are slim."

Qing's lips were bloodstained, but his face showed a relieved smile: "This is nature..."

His hand fell down, completely losing the breath of life.

"Alright, Mang... quickly disassemble the fish meat and bone and bring them back... the smell of blood will soon attract fierce beasts."

The nearby Shang kicked Mang.

Mang began his work numbly, but his gaze occasionally swept over Qing's corpse.

"Perishing in the wilderness is our destiny... but at least, I don't want Qing to be eaten by fierce beasts..."

He put down a large piece of fish meat, went beside Qing, and placed a stone on his body.

Soon, a small pile of stones appeared on Qing's corpse.

"This won't work..."

Qi spoke: "The noses of fierce beasts are extremely sensitive; these stones won't block them..."

Mang didn't speak; he merely continued his task mechanically.

Pant, pant...

Breathing heavily, as he was only thirteen, the youngest among the warriors in the tribe.

Mang picked up a stone about the size of an ostrich egg and suddenly froze, looking at the bottom of the rock: "What's this?"

He picked up a stone fragment; it was entirely cyan, about the size of a baby's fist.

And on the surface of the stone fragment, there were strange patterns.

"Looks nice... probably an ornament left by one of the warriors."

Qi glanced and shook his head.

Mang didn't care either, casually tucking the stone talisman into his chest, and the group returned to the tribe.

His tribe was located in a valley, with most dwellings made of leather tents and thatch-covered cone-shaped roofs.

"They're back!"

As the group returned, the primitive man on the watchtower immediately shouted excitedly.

A group of physically fit and strong women came out to greet them, and seeing the fish meat in Mang's hand and the fish bones on their backs, a slight smile appeared on their faces.

"Qing... is dead."

Shang spoke, his voice low.

"The heavens will claim everyone's soul, there's nothing we can do..."

An old grandmother, looking about forty, spoke: "Warriors... go rest. We'll handle the fish meat."

Primitive people took life and death lightly, even seeing perishing in the wilderness as a natural cycle.

But Mang, watching all this, was still somewhat confused.

He returned to his small house, fell onto the straw, and fell asleep.

Completely unaware that the stone talisman in his chest was glowing faintly.

...

"Hmm? Where... where is this?"

Mang awoke, finding himself in a gray, misty space.

In front of him, beyond the thrones, heavenly maidens of various forms departed, revealing a figure.

Incense filled the air, and the long table was laden with foods he had never seen before. Just the scent made his mouth involuntarily water.

Snap!

Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only the stone steps and a palace supported by stone pillars.

He sat on the throne, gazing at the boy in animal skin below.

"Who are you? A god?"

Mang looked at the god above, feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression, more terrifying than the most dreadful fierce beast he had ever seen!

He thought this must be the image of the god revered in the tribe, high above in the heavens: "Where is Qing's spirit?"

"A god? I am not..."

Fang Xing smiled. Just upon seeing this boy, he understood everything about him: "What year is it now? Has the outside world developed to this extent?"