Yi Yun, who was in the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, had now completely immersed himself in his own world.
Yi Yun did not hear any of the comments coming from General Yan or the Jing state young masters.
All he felt was the one foot area around his body that was his own territory. The ability to have complete control over this small space made Yi Yun obsessed!
Ever since coming to this alternate world, as Yi Yun’s knowledge of the martial world grew deeper, the greater his interest in the exploration of martial arts became.
Martial arts was like a beautiful treasure vault. Within it, there were numerous mysteries and truths waiting for a warrior to explore them.
And every time he sought after a higher goal, he would gain a deeper understanding, which delighted him.
Yi Yun still remembered the time when he flew across the endless mountains and canyons with Lin Xintong. It was intoxicating.
And there was also the thrill his strength gave him while battling fierce beasts in the Desolate Human Valley.
Also, with power, he could obtain stature, position, respect and happiness for his family and friends. By settling vengeances quickly, he could be in charge of the world, and could mete out justice to the good and wicked.
All of this gave Yi Yun a thirst. An endless thirst to climb higher, to explore the high levels of martial arts.
Human life is so short and passes so quickly.
By obtaining the Purple Crystal Origins, a bizarre item that might have caused the Purple Clouds’ Birth in the vast wilderness, it allowed Yi Yun to lead a heaven-defying and satisfying life, creating his own legend. He was not to covet a moment’s pleasure. Even though he could have a harem, but after a few hundred years, the outcome would be him turning back to soil.
Vegetables and rice took a year to grow, but they still ended up in the stomachs of mortals. But a black iron stone had to experience thousands of years of polish. Their brightness allowed them to last for millions of years…
Yi Yun knew that he was still in the polishing stage. He had to have the patience, perseverance and courage to accomplish all of it.
By entering the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, Yi Yun had reached the threshold of the Minute Subtlety’s large success stage. It also reinforced his wish to practice martial arts.
Seconds changed to minutes and after thirty minutes, only when Yi Yun was completely drained did he gradually leave that mysterious feeling.
Upon exiting the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, all Yi Yun saw were the Jing state young masters and the sons of the vast wilderness watching at him as if he was a monster.
Their eyes were filled with awe, envy, jealousy and worship…
“Brother Yi, you’re awesome…” The sons of the vast wilderness said it from the bottom of their hearts.
Yi Yun said, “I’m only better at movement techniques, as for other aspects, I’m not that good.”
Yi Yun was saying the truth. His Minute Subtlety was thanks to his perceptivity. This realm was unreachable by many people his own age.
As for other aspects, Yi Yun was good at them, but he was not at an abnormal level.
The Jing state young masters’ eyes dodged Yi Yun. Song Zijun was at his limit with sixteen levels of difficulty, and could only last thirty minutes. But Yi Yun had managed to last with flair in seventeen levels of difficulty for thirty minutes.
This strength made their faces swollen.
“Is anyone else challenging?” Yan Menglong’s question was met with total silence. What a joke! Who could win against Yi Yun?
Yi Yun, who was in the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, had now completely immersed himself in his own world.Yi Yun did not hear any of the comments coming from General Yan or the Jing state young masters.All he felt was the one foot area around his body that was his own territory. The ability to have complete control over this small space made Yi Yun obsessed!Ever since coming to this alternate world, as Yi Yun’s knowledge of the martial world grew deeper, the greater his interest in the exploration of martial arts became.Martial arts was like a beautiful treasure vault. Within it, there were numerous mysteries and truths waiting for a warrior to explore them.And every time he sought after a higher goal, he would gain a deeper understanding, which delighted him.Yi Yun still remembered the time when he flew across the endless mountains and canyons with Lin Xintong. It was intoxicating.And there was also the thrill his strength gave him while battling fierce beasts in the Desolate Human Valley.Also, with power, he could obtain stature, position, respect and happiness for his family and friends. By settling vengeances quickly, he could be in charge of the world, and could mete out justice to the good and wicked.All of this gave Yi Yun a thirst. An endless thirst to climb higher, to explore the high levels of martial arts.Human life is so short and passes so quickly.By obtaining the Purple Crystal Origins, a bizarre item that might have caused the Purple Clouds’ Birth in the vast wilderness, it allowed Yi Yun to lead a heaven-defying and satisfying life, creating his own legend. He was not to covet a moment’s pleasure. Even though he could have a harem, but after a few hundred years, the outcome would be him turning back to soil.Vegetables and rice took a year to grow, but they still ended up in the stomachs of mortals. But a black iron stone had to experience thousands of years of polish. Their brightness allowed them to last for millions of years…Yi Yun knew that he was still in the polishing stage. He had to have the patience, perseverance and courage to accomplish all of it.By entering the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, Yi Yun had reached the threshold of the Minute Subtlety’s large success stage. It also reinforced his wish to practice martial arts.Seconds changed to minutes and after thirty minutes, only when Yi Yun was completely drained did he gradually leave that mysterious feeling.Upon exiting the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, all Yi Yun saw were the Jing state young masters and the sons of the vast wilderness watching at him as if he was a monster.Their eyes were filled with awe, envy, jealousy and worship…“Brother Yi, you’re awesome…” The sons of the vast wilderness said it from the bottom of their hearts.Yi Yun said, “I’m only better at movement techniques, as for other aspects, I’m not that good.”
Yi Yun was saying the truth. His Minute Subtlety was thanks to his perceptivity. This realm was unreachable by many people his own age.
As for other aspects, Yi Yun was good at them, but he was not at an abnormal level.
The Jing state young masters’ eyes dodged Yi Yun. Song Zijun was at his limit with sixteen levels of difficulty, and could only last thirty minutes. But Yi Yun had managed to last with flair in seventeen levels of difficulty for thirty minutes.
This strength made their faces swollen.
“Is anyone else challenging?” Yan Menglong’s question was met with total silence. What a joke! Who could win against Yi Yun?
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