Chapter Forty-Three: Transformed Force

At this moment, Chen Xian could clearly feel that he had mastered a strange and miraculous power.

"So this is the celestial and human divine intent!"

Martial arts cultivation boils down to nothing more than essence, qi, spirit, intent, and momentum.

Comprehending the divine intent marks the beginning of refining the spirit.

The visualization and meditation techniques recorded in the Dragon and Tiger Elixir Canon could now finally be practiced.

"No wonder..."

Experiencing the newly born divine intent, Chen Xian felt a wave of profound understanding welling up within his heart.

Even as a newly born divine intent, it brought a qualitative change to his perceptive abilities.

Focusing his hearing and listening intently,

the sound of blood flowing like rushing water within his body was endless. His heartbeat sounded like morning bells and evening drums, or perhaps like a thunderclap exploding.

The twitching of his tendons, the peristalsis of his internal organs, the vibration of his bones—

everything was exceptionally clear.

Raising his gaze to look out, heaven and earth seemed to have slowed down immensely. Everything before his eyes appeared to be jumping frame by frame.

With each breath, a wisp of hot steam rose. As it drifted across his field of vision, Chen Xian felt it move with such agonizing slowness that he believed if he so wished, he could circle around the mist several times before it even rose above the top of his head.

"No,"

"It's not that heaven, earth, and all things have slowed down; it's that I have sped up."

Chen Xian suddenly realized the truth.

Due to the birth of the divine intent, his perception had become incomparably acute, and his thinking had grown far more agile, thereby drastically increasing his reaction speed.

This was the true reason why he felt heaven, earth, and all things had slowed down.

"That being said, any movement made by a martial artist below the Transformation Realm looks like slow motion in my eyes."

Thinking of this, Chen Xian could not help feeling a sense of awe.

"No wonder only Transformation Realm martial artists can establish their own sects and schools of thought, and why they are considered masters in the martial arts world. No wonder the imperial government of Great Xuan regards Transformation Realm martial artists with such high importance, granting them greater authority and support."

"No wonder Transformation Realm martial artists can evade sniper bullets fired from modern firearms,

and even emerge completely unscathed amidst a crisscrossing barrage of gunfire."

"A single martial artist at the Transformation Realm can match a hundred foes, a single man can become an army!"

"Firearms are nothing much in the eyes of a Transformation Realm martial artist."

Looking at it this way, Chen Xian felt a sense of relief.

If the Transformation Realm was already this powerful, what kind of magnificent scenery awaited at the Realm of Seeing Divinity?

Thinking up to this point, Chen Xian's curiosity about the Realm of Seeing Divinity grew even more intense.

The celestial and human divine intent is the unity of the internal and the external; it can not only influence the interior of the human body but also affect the external world.

Internal human intent pierces through all the spiritual realms within the body, while external heavenly intent peers into the profound mysteries of heaven and earth.

A martial artist who has reached the Realm of Seeing Divinity must be far more terrifying than he could ever imagine.

Having comprehended the divine intent, stepping into the Transformation Realm was merely a matter of a natural progression when conditions are ripe.

A day and a night of bitter tempering, of throwing punches without pause through the alternation of sun and moon, had undoubtedly propelled Chen Xian into a breakthrough, making him a true Transformation Realm martial artist.

Although his divine intent was still merely in its infancy, the internal force within his body had already undergone a transformation.

With a single thought, the divine intent merged into his punches. The hard and soft forces intertwined, and the rigid and pliable energies were no longer distinct and separate, but instead moved according to his will, perfectly blending hardness and softness.

His internal force coursed smoothly through his entire body, allowing Chen Xian to clearly sense every subtle movement around him.

"It's not just perception. My vision, hearing, sense of smell, sense of touch... all of them have been enhanced to an astonishing degree."

"Within a thirty-meter radius, every single droplet of melting snow, every falling snowflake, every blade of grass, every earthworm beneath the soil... I can even hear their heartbeats, their crawling..."

"My mind is now complete, smooth, and unobstructed, and my lingering obsession has fused into the divine intent."

"In a single morning, the shackles have fallen away, and today I have finally attained true freedom."

Chen Xian's mood was exceptionally buoyant, and an indescribable sense of agility welled up in his heart.

At this moment, having comprehended the divine intent, the obsession brought upon him by that persistent three-year dream was thoroughly absorbed into the divine intent.

From now on, practicing martial arts to grow stronger and tempering his physique would be driven by his own will, rather than the obsession of a youth.

He was himself, and that youth was that youth. The youth was not him,

and the youth's obsession was no longer his obsession.

In an instant, Chen Xian's mind seemed to shine with a brilliant light, casting off a heavy layer of shackles.

As of today, the dream that had plagued him for three full years and all the lingering obsessions embedded in his heart had been completely erased with the birth of the divine intent.

"My divine intent shall be named 'Embracing the Mountain'."

"That particular stance..."

Chen Xian recalled the formless, rule-breaking boxing routines he had unleashed during his state of enlightenment over the past day and night.

Pondering in his heart, Chen Xian quickly made a decision.

On this vast, cold mountain peak, he began to practice his martial arts. This time, the boxing form he executed was neither the White Crane Fist nor the Dragon and Tiger Fist, but an entirely brand-new set of moves.

The essence of the White Crane Fist lies in agility, lightness, and ethereal grace,

whereas the Dragon and Tiger Fist is fierce, domineering, and harmonizes wind and clouds, possessing both the ferocious tyranny of a green dragon probing its claws and the savage deadliness of a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

As the boxing stances shifted, his five fingers would sometimes close tightly like a fist, and other times spread open like a seal.

The next moment, the transitions between punches and palms intertwined, resembling a massive seal floating and sinking within Chen Xian's palms.

A majestic, heavy, and desolate aura emanated from Chen Xian's body.

At this split second, the entire heaven and earth seemed to grow tranquil.

At the summit of the mountain,

Chen Xian's footsteps rose and fell erratically, his breathing long and steady. As he exhaled and inhaled, it carried the momentum of winds sweeping away clouds.

Hoo...

Ha...

His arms curved and encircled the air in the shape of embracing a mountain. In an instant, it felt as though a towering, majestic sacred mountain was being held in his arms, and an irresistible, overwhelming momentum swept outward.

At this moment, Chen Xian truly seemed to possess the power to embrace mountains.

Chen Xian rehearsed the moves over and over again, executing the boxing routine repeatedly.

Within his mind, the memories of that day and night continuously surfaced.

Suddenly, Chen Xian's punch momentum shifted. His right arm swung in a wide arc and struck horizontally, a palm seal descending from the heavens with immense weight and terrifying force.

"Crack, crack..."

At the mountain peak, the air exploded like beating drums. The fist force raged, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

As the fist seal landed, Chen Xian transitioned from motion to stillness, drawing back his fists and standing tall.

"This set of boxing forms shall be called the Mountain-Embracing Seal."

"This is the boxing technique that suits me best."

At the summit, the biting cold wind raged, howling past Chen Xian and making his clothes snap loudly in the gale.

"A Transformation Realm martial artist's internal force reaches every part of their body. They can achieve a state where not even a feather can land and not even a fly can settle upon them. Wherever the mind moves, the force arrives. Every single part of the body exerts force, to the point where even a single hair can become as hard as a steel needle."

"If placed on an ancient battlefield, such a person would truly be a peerless general capable of cutting through tens of thousands of enemy troops with swords and spears unable to touch their body."

"Even if a mob of ordinary fighters swarms a Transformation Realm martial artist, it would likely be of little use. After all, their force permeates the whole body; others get injured upon the slightest touch and die upon contact."

"Unless an army of hundreds of thousands or millions is deployed to ruthlessly exhaust a Transformation Realm martial artist to death, for even though the Transformation Realm is strong, there is a limit to their stamina."

Chen Xian murmured to himself.

In ancient times, Transformation Realm martial artists were also renowned and celebrated figures.

"Pity that ancient productivity was too backward, making it difficult to sustain a large number of martial artists."

"Otherwise, one would only need to raise an army of martial artists to sweep across the eight wildernesses. There would have been no room for anyone else to make their mark."