The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3424: 3424: What Is Samsara? What Is the Peak of Martial Arts? (Third Update)

As Ren Feifan spoke, he unsheathed his blade once more. The technique of the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash was akin to a masterpiece of art, brimming with profound mysteries while radiating an aura of the origin.

Ye Chen watched the display with rapt attention, becoming completely immersed. With every strike Ren Feifan executed, an additional Blood Moon manifested in the sky.

One moon turned into two, continuing until nine Blood Moons hung in the heavens simultaneously. In that heartbeat, the sky and earth seemed to shatter as the infinite void emerged. With nine moons overlooking the world, the power was absolute and invincible. Nothing could withstand the Nine-layered Sword Intent of the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash.

“Did you learn it?” A sudden, thunderous shout snapped Ye Chen out of his trance. Despite being jolted awake, his mind remained flooded with the sword forms Ren Feifan had just performed, unable to push them aside.

“I have grasped a portion of it,” Ye Chen replied with total honesty. This was a technique belonging to Ren Feifan that carried the power of the origin; even a genius like Ye Chen could not master it in an instant.

“Given your current Cultivation level, you are likely unable to execute even the First Level of the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash. It is of no consequence if you haven't mastered it yet,” Ren Feifan remarked with an air of indifference.

“The movements of the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash are now carved into your memory; take your time to meditate upon them. This particular martial arts skill is exceptionally well-suited for your Ling Xiao Martial Intent.”

As he finished speaking, a violent surge of airflow erupted. Ren Feifan lightly tossed the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword toward Ye Chen, who moved quickly to catch it.

The swirling currents and the residual power of the Blood Moon rippled through the air, causing Ye Chen to feel a heavy sense of pressure!

Gazing at the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword clutched in his hand, Ye Chen’s eyes sparkled. He had indeed internalized some of the technique. Even though Ren Feifan claimed he couldn't manage the First Level Sword Intent, he felt a burning desire to test it.

“Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash!” Ye Chen gripped the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword tightly and mimicked Ren Feifan’s stance, lashing out with a strike. He felt that familiar Blood Moon energy surge from within the blade.

This power called out to the Blood Moon in the unseen realms, causing a faint, shadowy phantom of a Blood Moon to surface. However, before the strike could be completed, the unstable lunar shadow shattered abruptly.

“Cough.” Ye Chen’s internal Qi was thrown into chaos. He felt a massive weight crush down on him, nearly forcing him to spit out blood. It was true; he could not yet handle the First Level Sword Intent and had suffered a backlash instead.

“Your Cultivation still requires advancement; you must be faster,” Ren Feifan said, his expression remaining neutral as he looked at Ye Chen coolly.

“I understand. I am grateful for the guidance, Senior,” Ye Chen said, bowing with his fists clasped.

“Mm.” Ren Feifan gave a slight nod before his silhouette began to fade away. This had been nothing more than a phantom projection. Having passed the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash to Ye Chen, its purpose was fulfilled.

With Ren Feifan gone, Ye Chen let out a quiet sigh and turned to depart, only for a voice to resonate through the space once more.

“Are you not going to stay for a chat with me?”

The voice was hauntingly familiar. Ye Chen spun around quickly to find another version of himself standing there, watching him with a gentle smile.

Though their physical features were nearly identical, the difference in their attire and the aura they projected was like night and day!

In Ye Chen’s experience, aside from his inner circle, others only suspected he shared a resemblance with the Samsara Master.

“Samsara Master…” Ye Chen’s gaze intensified. This was his previous incarnation, standing before him once again.

The grand figure of the Samsara Master pulsed with the power of the origin, and dark vortexes spun within the depths of his eyes!

To look into them was to be lost in Samsara itself!

“You were once peerless, leaving behind countless myths in the Upper Realm and the Outer Realm. Why did you choose the path of reincarnation?”

“What is it that truly frightens you?”

“Is it Xuan Jiyue? Or Dishi Tian?”

Ye Chen finally voiced the questions that had been burning in his heart!

Since Ren refused to explain, perhaps this shadow left by his past self would provide answers.

However, the Samsara Master only offered a cryptic grin: “Xuan Jiyue? Dishi Tian? They were never significant enough to be in my sights.”

“They exhausted every scheme to bring about my downfall and stop me from entering Samsara. Yet they failed to realize that no one has the authority to block the path of the one who governs Samsara.”

“My decision was not made for my own sake.”

“Furthermore, my true enemies are not Xuan Jiyue or Dishi Tian.”

“Nevertheless, in this current life, if you wish to validate your Dao and return to my former peak, they will certainly be the hurdles in your way.”

Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed as he pressed further, “Are you saying you played a trick on the entire world?”

The Samsara Master remained silent, appearing lost in thought. After a long pause, he replied, “If only it were a simple deception. Perhaps there are those who have known the truth all along and are merely waiting for my return through reincarnation.”

Ye Chen sensed a deeper meaning and was about to ask more when the Samsara Master cut him off: “The time allotted for this shadow is fading. Knowing the events of the past will not change the present; in fact, it might even damage your Dao heart.”

“Brother Ren has handed over his most prized possession to you.”

“I cannot be tight-fisted either, considering I was once you.”

“On this occasion, let us discuss the Dao.”

Within a second, an ancient chessboard materialized between Ye Chen and the Samsara Master.

Holding a game piece, the Samsara Master spoke solemnly: “What is Samsara? What truly lies at the peak of martial arts?”

Time began to slip away quietly.

…

Lingwu Continent, the branch of the Demon Suppression Hall.

A magnificent palace stood tall in the heart of the Lingwu Continent!

This region had once been a contested territory for various factions, stained by endless warfare!

But now, the atmosphere was one of profound peace.

This was because the Demon Suppression Hall claimed this ground!

If you were to ask any inhabitant of the Lingwu Continent which organization held the most power today!

The answer would undoubtedly be the Demon Suppression Hall!

Had it not been for them, the cataclysm that threatened both the Lingwu Continent and the Divine Kingdom would have resulted in everyone being consumed by demons!

Without them, this era of tranquility and growth would not exist.

If the warriors of the Lingwu Continent held any faith, it was placed in the young man who led the Demon Suppression Hall!

Hall Master Ye!

Naturally, the legendary Hall Master Ye was too busy to stay at the branch hall personally.

The daily operations and establishment of the branch were handled entirely by Zining, Lin Yaqin, and their companions.

In this branch of the Demon Suppression Hall, Lin Yaqin and Zining were viewed as the embodiments of highest authority!

However, they cared little for such status.

They had come to the Lingwu Continent from the Divine Kingdom specifically to ensure the branch hall was built correctly.

This branch not only gathered many powerful experts from the Lingwu Continent but also absorbed the Slaughter Sect and various other organizations!

It was a scene of vibrant prosperity!

Lin Yaqin and Zining did not intend to stay on the Lingwu Continent forever; they frequently moved back and forth between here and the Divine Kingdom.

To them, home was simply wherever Ye Chen happened to be.

Meanwhile, just outside the gates of the branch hall.

A small girl, dressed in tattered rags, limped toward the entrance of the Demon Suppression Hall.

When she saw the three massive characters carved above the entrance, her eyes filled with tears.

This was the Demon Suppression Hall—the source of her hope.

She had always fantasized about visiting this place, but she never imagined it would happen under such dire circumstances!

The trek to get here had inflicted more suffering on her than she had ever known!

Her only motivation was the plea from Sister Zhu!

Even though they were barely acquaintances, she could not let Sister Zhu be sacrificed in that horrific Blood Sacrifice!

Staring at the heavily armed guards of the Demon Suppression Hall, Zhen’er hesitated.

In her current disheveled state, would they even allow her inside?

How could she possibly deliver her urgent message?