Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 817 Chapter 331: Zhao Feng Penetrates the Secrets of Heaven and Earth! (2)

"Does the State Preceptor imply that Immortals in the Mortal World possess Immortal cultivation?"

"But if they were to take the Spiritual Root Pill, wouldn't they be rejected by Shenzhou's Qi Fortune? How could they then enter Shenzhou?" Zhao Feng inquired, a look of confusion on his face.

"Does His Highness not understand the concept of breeding?"

Guiguzi responded with a self-deprecating smile.

"Breeding?" Zhao Feng appeared somewhat bewildered by the term.

Though he had navigated the brutal battlefields for years, dispatching countless foes, and experiencing the brutal realities of mortal warfare, Zhao Feng's understanding of Immortals and Gods remained superficial. Apart from Guiguzi, he had yet to encounter a true Immortal or God.

"Immortals and Gods require Spiritual Charm to bypass the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, and they can also transmute flesh and blood into elixirs to prolong their lives."

"While the benefits are minimal for mere mortals, when they achieve Immortal cultivation and ascend to the Immortal Realm, their Spiritual Charm becomes more potent, yielding greater advantages."

"Consequently,"

"Immortals and Gods deliberately procreate individuals with Spirit Roots, nurturing their cultivation extensively. Upon reaching the Immortal Realm, these Immortals who have forgone the Spiritual Root Pill become sustenance – essentially, blood food."

"This is the practice of breeding."

"Such methods are prevalent in the Mortal World, just as they are in the Immortal Realm."

"However, Immortals and Gods hold Shenzhou in high regard, naturally prohibiting cultivators from entering its borders, thereby obstructing Shenzhou's cultivation path."

"Yet, beyond Shenzhou's domain, Immortal Divine Sects must exist."

"Shenzhou's esteemed status means it possesses Qi Fortune, which they covet even more than Spiritual Charm, making it fundamentally stronger."

"For instance, Penglai serves as a mere observation point for the Immortals and Gods overseeing Shenzhou."

"But it is far from being a crucial nexus."

"Once we have dealt with Penglai, we must remain vigilant against the Immortals and Gods' subsequent maneuvers targeting Shenzhou."

Guiguzi surmised, a hint of speculation coloring his words.

"Understood."

Zhao Feng acknowledged, his gaze distant in contemplation.

Then.

Noticing Guiguzi's tense demeanor, Zhao Feng continued, "State Preceptor, let us not succumb to excessive pessimism. We shall confront each challenge as it arises, meeting force with force."

"For the present moment, their immortal and divine influence cannot reach this far."

"Should they dare to encroach, I shall not hesitate to strike them down."

Zhao Feng declared with a grim smile. Despite his apprehension regarding the Immortals and Gods, he harbored no fear.

Previously, Zhao Feng ventured onto the battlefield with meager strength, yet even then, he remained undaunted.

Now possessing power on par with Guiguzi, Zhao Feng's resolve was even firmer.

"Seeing the Crown Prince so resolute brings me great relief."

"Indeed, the Crown Prince is correct; we shall face each challenge as it arises."

"Although my strength might be unremarkable in the Immortal Realm, now that Shenzhou's Qi Fortune no longer imposes restrictions, within this Mortal World, I am confident no one can match my might."

Witnessing Zhao Feng's unwavering confidence, Guiguzi also let out a chuckle.

"Very well, State Preceptor."

"Let us resume our search for this purported Penglai Immortal Island."

Zhao Feng proposed with a grin.

"Agreed." Guiguzi concurred.

The two figures tore through the void, their pursuit continuing across the expansive ocean.

Time marched onward.

Eventually.

After another full day had elapsed.

"To think there are humans present in this location?"

Gazing down at the island beneath them, a flicker of astonishment crossed Guiguzi's features.

Below.

Structures and settlements were visible.

However, when contrasted with Shenzhou's Great Qin, these appeared to be in a nascent, undeveloped stage.

Zhao Feng lowered his gaze.

His Divine Thought extended outwards.

Instantly, he identified the inhabitants.

"Wo people."

Zhao Feng stated coldly, a distinct expression of contempt crossing his face.

"Wo people?"

Guiguzi looked at Zhao Feng, perplexed.

"A mere band of undeveloped barbarians."

"Now that we have located this place, after pacifying the Baiyue, I shall decree the construction of ships to obliterate this nation." Zhao Feng declared with chilling finality.

Across two lifetimes.

His ingrained detestation for the Wo people was etched deeply into his very soul, a persistent phantom in his memory.

This world.

Without Zhao Feng's intervention, it might yet witness a calamity mirroring his past life's experiences.

Shenzhou's fall, followed by the invasion of Wo pirates.

"Wait."

"There couldn't be such a parallel history; the world I inhabited in my previous life lacked cultivation, possessing only technology."

"Yet all of history appears unchanged; without my intervention, Emperor Qin Shi Huang would perish, Great Qin would fracture, and subsequently, Liu Bang would establish the Han Dynasty, progressing step by step until foreign tribes marauded Shenzhou."

"Could this unfolding of events have been set in motion long ago?"

"When foreign tribes ravage Shenzhou, the Qi Fortune of Shenzhou shatters; with the collapse of Shenzhou's Qi Fortune, the spiritual energy of nature withers, heralding the Age of Dharma Decline."

"Was this entire sequence of events predetermined from the outset?"

"Given the existence of Shenzhou and its inhabitants, is the destiny of us Huaxia people already irrevocably sealed?"

"My arrival shattered this predestination."

"Was the world I once inhabited truly another dimension, or perhaps merely a future iteration of this very world?"

At this juncture.

Upon observing the Wo people, Zhao Feng engaged in profound contemplation.

He immediately considered this specific possibility.

The reason being, the entire situation felt unnervingly eerie.

Everything within Shenzhou seemed preordained, as if meticulously arranged beforehand.

Fate itself appeared to be sealed.

Yet, Zhao Feng had managed to break free from this destined trajectory.

Subsequently, Immortals and Gods unleashed a meteor, seemingly to rectify this deviation in destiny.

All of this might very well represent merely the commencement.

"My presence disrupted the fated downfall of Great Qin, and my appearance has even bolstered the Qi Fortune of the Human Dao across Shenzhou."

"The celestial meteor shower was but a single component."

"The demise of Qin was the pivotal element."

"The decline of Shenzhou's Qi Fortune was the root cause."

"Could this align with what is referred to as the grand trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, as spoken of in the Primordial Texts?"

"Are the so-called Immortals and Gods merely acting as agents of this grand trend, and upon its completion, will they too reap rewards from it?"

Zhao Feng pondered these questions with deep thought.

By integrating his understanding from a previous existence with his present observations, Zhao Feng was progressively peeling back the enigmatic layers shrouding the heavens and the earth.

However.

It all still bore the semblance of mere conjecture on Zhao Feng's part.

"I must rapidly enhance my strength."

"This realm is exceedingly peculiar, and power serves as the absolute foundation."

"Otherwise, should Shenzhou's Qi Fortune truly collapse, and Shenzhou find itself drawn into the Immortal Realm, my current might would be woefully inadequate to confront such a crisis."

"The Heavenly Court, the Buddhist Sect, the demons, and that most formidable entity who coerced all cultivators into ingesting the Spiritual Root Pill, which they themselves concocted."

"The entity orchestrating the Spiritual Root Pill must harbor some clandestine agenda," Zhao Feng contemplated internally.

At this very moment.

Zhao Feng's thoughts coalesced into clarity.

Strength.

He required even greater might as his ultimate reliance; only then.

Could he confront the future menace posed by the Immortals and Gods.

Even the threat of vast armies invading Shenzhou.

It wasn't solely about his personal prowess; Great Qin needed to commence forging a true Martial Arts Great Qin to prepare for the unforeseen future.

If Shenzhou were to fall, the ensuing tragedy would not rest solely upon Zhao Feng's shoulders, but would encompass the fate of billions of souls across Shenzhou.

"These four islands, connected, harbor a substantial populace, numbering in the millions."

"However, among these millions, not a single cultivator practicing Immortal Cultivation can be found."

Following Guiguzi's survey via Divine Thought, he articulated his findings.

"Previously, Xu Fu indicated that Penglai lies in proximity to this land, Japan."

"Now that we have pinpointed Japan's location, locating that Penglai will be significantly simpler," Zhao Feng declared with a smile, a sharp intensity gleaming in his eyes.

Following this declaration.

A sinister black flame materialized within Zhao Feng's grasp.

"What is the Crown Prince contemplating doing?" Guiguzi inquired, a note of surprise in his voice.

"It is evident that this Japan serves as a vassal state to Penglai; all these Wo people are naught but blood sacrifices."

"If I were to eliminate a portion of these blood sacrifices, would they not detect such an action?"

"Moreover, these Wo people, lacking true civilization, are akin to beasts; there is no necessity for restraint."

Zhao Feng let out a cold, sneering laugh.

With a sweep of his hand.

True Yuan was infused into the power.

The Netherworld Flame erupted outwards.

It instantly transformed into a colossal black Fire Lotus, stretching a thousand feet into the sky.

Throughout the entirety of his journey.

Zhao Feng had exercised considerable restraint with the Netherworld Flame, reserving its use for battles against formidable enemies of his people, never unleashing its full destructive potential, and only employing it on the Northern Frontier against those Foreign Tribes.

This flame was exceptionally malevolent, possessing the ability to annihilate souls, extinguishing both physical forms and spiritual essence.

But now.

Upon this land of Japan, concerning these Wo people, Zhao Feng felt absolutely no compulsion to hold back.

Guiguzi, observing the unfolding scene, remained silent.

He fully grasped the concept of sacrificing the few for the benefit of the many—these Wo people were merely insignificant ants, and he was not one to adhere to rigid principles in such a situation.