Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 513 - 443 Seventh-layered Lotus + - 444 Great Flame Kun

Chapter 513: Chapter 443 Seventh-layered Lotus + Chapter 444 Great Flame Kun

"This place is not bad."

Zhou Ping’an’s form transformed into thin wisps of cloud and mist, and within a breath, he had already dashed several miles away.

Before him, the water shimmered, and a fine rain drifted down.

The sandy shore was flat and smooth, with two long sets of footprints extending into the water.

He knew these were traces left by the town’s people when they went fishing in the early morning.

Such a thing would have been impossible before.

Back when Uncle Yu Changsheng guarded this area, not to mention fishing, even approaching the water’s edge would result in a scolding and hurried retreat.

No one knew when a giant fish capable of devouring a person might leap out.

That wouldn’t be fishing; that would be feeding the fish.

That night, after the battle known as "Crocodile Killer," Zhou Ping’an mobilized the soldiers from three counties to thoroughly cleanse the Eastern Bank of the Li River, sending a large number of troops to patrol and eradicate threats.

Just half a month later, it was nearly impossible to find a single fish demon or shrimp demon in this area.

The roughly fifty thousand water demons had essentially been consumed by the town’s soldiers and civilians, transforming into nourishment for their cultivation and labor.

This was precisely why Zhou Ping’an’s fame had skyrocketed so quickly.

To be a qualified superior was indeed difficult, if looking for peace, prosperity, and an endless stream of minor annoyances occasionally interrupted by unexpected problems causing much headache and distress.

But if considered easy, it truly was simple, as long as the superior accomplished acts that reassured the people and stood united with them against external threats.

The citizens would genuinely come to regard him as family.

...

He felt extremely odd in his body.

That sense of extreme solidity and weight seeped into his soul, and with each movement, he felt as if he wielded the strength of hundreds of thousands of Jin, at which he barely dared to use too much force, careful not to inadvertently damage anything.

However, when transmuting into clouds, mist, or raindrops, it hardly had any effect.

Under those circumstances, the spirit and will played a more significant role than the body.

When he landed on the sandy ground, Zhou Ping’an’s body sank immediately, soon covering his ankles and then his knees...

"If I don’t control it, looking at how much I’m sinking, my real weight must have already exceeded a ton!"

"I’ll need to be careful in the future. If a normal woman shared a bed with me, wouldn’t she just turn into a pancake if I rolled over..."

Thinking about such a scenario sent shivers down Zhou Ping’an’s spine.

He thought it absurd that he might need to be cautious not to upset his own qi to offset gravity even while sleeping; the first thing to do upon returning was to build a bed of stone or strong steel and reinforce the floor, or else life would become unbearable...

Or perhaps, should he first sleep on the ground?

Thinking this, Zhou Ping’an felt strange, reflecting on how his predecessors who reached this level of physical cultivation coped with such inconveniences.

But then, upon revisiting his thoughts, he found them amusing.

At such a level, whether seclusive hermits in caves or significant demons and monsters, or perhaps Imperial Court generals and patriarchs of great families, who would concern themselves with how much they weighed?

Now, in terms of physical prowess alone, he probably was already on the threshold of True Physical Martial Art.

Although unclear about the exact indicators of reaching the True Martial Realm levels in body refinement, his own robust physique could, based on combat power alone, match a neophyte of the True Martial Realm, like the Old Crocodile.

If the Southern Scale Demon Chief were to arrive now,

Zhou Ping’an wouldn’t even need a sword; he could confront his True Martial Void Form Sea Dragon with nothing but punches, trading blows for dozens or even hundreds of exchanges.

He wouldn’t be injured at all.

"In this way, except for a minor lack of finesse in maneuvering, my combat power is not at all incomparable to that of a Qi Cultivation True Martial."

Zhou Ping’an slowly waved his sword amidst the rain along the riverbank.

Around him, rain droplets kept their distance, waves did not stir, and the sword’s arc created a circle of calm.

It was only after about half an hour

that he gradually felt

his body return under his control

True Qi circulated, supporting the weight, and becoming an instinct of flesh and blood.

When he stepped on the sand again, his feet no longer sank.

Instead, it was as if the lightness reflected without affecting a single grain of sand...

"That’s not too bad."

It was only then that Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath.

He bent down and pressed a palm onto the ground.

Boom...

Around him in a ten-square area, the ground neatly sank three to four Zhang deep, the soil condensed and burst, the rebounding force growing stronger the deeper it went until when he lifted his hand, a giant pit had formed on the surface.

He floated above the deep pit, his expression thoughtful.

"Tenfold increase in basic strength, using merely the power of the flesh without invoking True Qi, to burst the air and shake the earth to achieve such an effect, the world indeed seems much more fragile to me now."

"Having connected the final piece of the celestial bone, transforming all the Starry Bones into one entity, obtaining such a significant evolution... what then is the next phase of the cultivation techniques of the Subduing Demon Sect, and to what extent will it strengthen the body?"

Each time Zhou Ping’an thought about this question, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

But then, on reflection,

with such a dominatingly powerful Body Refining Technique and a such a formidable Body Refining Sect, yet obliterated overnight, forced to covertly pass on their teachings and not even able to show themselves openly in daylight,

how formidable must their enemies be?

With this thought, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but feel his heart race.