Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Practicing Martial Arts Can Really Prolong Life

“I don’t know when you arrived in Jiuzhou, but I know for sure you didn’t arrive recently,” Ji Zhi said, pointing to his double pupils. “The most I can see is two hundred and eighty years ago. And you were already frozen in the Far North two hundred and eighty years ago.” “

Until recently, a passing cultivator accidentally stacked two warming talismans. Feeling the heat, he dropped one in panic.”

“The warming talisman continuously released heat, melting the ice and snow, and finally the ice on you.”

Ji Zhi recounted his vision of the past.

“Perhaps you arrived in Jiuzhou five hundred years ago,” Jiang Li said. Judging from the missions issued by the system, the Twelve Heavenly Kings descended into the Universal World five hundred years ago in Jiuzhou time.

He had also converted the flow of time between the Universal World and Jiuzhou worlds. Five hundred years ago in Jiuzhou corresponded to three hundred years ago in the Universal World, which matched Instructor Meng’s history.

“According to the locals, the Twelve Heavenly Kings descended three hundred years ago.”

“So much time has passed. Those devastating Heavenly Kings must have been wiped out by our mortal realm long ago.” Abu wiped his tears. Seeing his homeland so peaceful, he must have known nothing was wrong.

It was a bit ridiculous to think how nervous he had been these past few days.

At this thought, Abu relaxed completely, slumping back into his chair.

But how were those powerful Heavenly Kings defeated? Could it be that our world’s strongest beings are far more powerful than I know? Or are there some methods I’m unaware of?

It doesn’t matter. As long as I can survive, nothing else matters…

Abu drifted off, about to drift off to sleep, but then he jerked awake.

He heard what the people of the Universal World were saying.

“No, why can’t I understand anything they’re saying?”

Jiang Li sighed.

As expected, there was something seriously wrong with the Twelve Heavenly Kings; they weren’t as good as described in the history books.

“I can’t explain it right away. Wait until I get back.”

“Teleport back to Jiuzhou.”

[System prompt: After this teleport back to Jiuzhou, the free teleportation limit has been used up. If the host teleports to the Huanyu World again, it will cost 76,600 Source Points.]

[Do you want to teleport back to Jiuzhou?]

Jiang Li pondered deeply. The system prompt was clear. Over 70,000 Source Points—an astronomical number for someone in the Jindan stage. After returning to Jiuzhou, it would be difficult to return to the Huanyu World.

What should he do? Just go back like this?

Oh, I’m in the Mahayana stage, so I don’t have all the Source Points. That’s fine.

…

“Old Bai, get ready to go. I’ll show you what other worlds look like. Also, can you draw a few more remote communication talismans? Ji Zhi can’t reach me, and I can’t reach Yu Yin either.”

“Okay.” “Gather

at the Human Emperor Palace. There are locals there.”

…

Jiang Li found Yu Yin again. She was attending the morning court. Inside, the ministers were trembling with fear.

The intimidating force of the four Tribulation-Crossing Stage cultivators unleashing their full might across the universe several days ago was so overwhelming that the ministers felt a tingling sensation at the mere thought of one of them being their own empress, staring down at them.

Even those with innocent ulterior motives were terrified, let alone those who were.

Yu Yin knew there were ulterior motives against those ministers, that they were colluding.

She knew it all, but she didn’t care. While these people had their own agenda, they were also highly capable, and the Tianyuan Dynasty needed them.

Yu Yin wasn’t worried that their petty schemes would undermine her rule. As soon as she had demonstrated the power of her Tribulation-Crossing Stage status, those who had harbored these ulterior motives immediately tucked their tails between their legs, obediently fulfilling their duties as ministers.

As long as he remained in the Tribulation-Crossing Stage, these ministers would be powerless and insignificant.

After the court was dismissed, Jiang Li found Yu Yin diligently shaking the Ruyi Gourd. Opening the gourd, he poured a thick, lightning-infused liquid into a bowl.

Yu Yin picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and sighed softly with satisfaction.

“What is this?”

Jiang Li appeared, curiously asking.

“Human Emperor.” Several palace maids hurriedly bowed upon seeing Jiang Li.

“You’ve truly mastered the art of concealment.” Yu Yin silently observed Jiang Li, not knowing how long he had been watching her from his vantage point.

“This is a weakened Thunder Tribulation Syrup. I recently discovered it. It’s better than wine. Try it.”

Yu Yin poured another bowlful from the Ruyi Gourd and handed it to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took a sip, his eyes lighting up.

“Excellent stuff.”

“Hehe, I carefully concocted this for my master,” the Ruyi Gourd said proudly. It felt that as a gourd, it couldn’t just be used as a weapon; it needed to expand its capabilities.

The Thunder Tribulation Syrup was its culmination.

Thunder Tribulation brewed within the gourd, accumulating into a slurry. This slurry was then shaken, gradually weakening its power until it reached a level suitable for consumption by those in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

Only cultivators above the Tribulation Crossing Stage could consume this substance. If a cultivator at the Fusion Stage drank a bowl, they would definitely have to drink another bowl of Mengpo Soup, otherwise the underworld wouldn’t allow them to reincarnate.

Truly a drink-a-bowl-a-reward.

“Master, why are you using the bowl? Just drink from me,” the Ruyi Gourd said excitedly, revealing its true intentions.

Yu Yin, reflecting on how she usually kicked or stomped on the Ruyi Gourd, decisively refused.

“Can we go to other worlds?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Li told Yu Yin to go to the Human Emperor Palace first while he borrowed the Brahma Tower from Mount Xumi.

“Is this the local you were talking about?” Bai Hongtu had been waiting at the Human Emperor Palace, having heard from Ji Zhi and Commander Liu about what had happened.

“Hello, Sect Master Bai, hello, Queen.” With three of the five Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators surrounding him, Abu was visibly nervous.

“It’s a local from hundreds of years ago, so it’s a good time to take this little guy with you.”

“Are you going?” Jiang Li asked Ji Zhi.

“I’m too busy practicing to go.” Ji Zhi was determined to train hard and give Jiang Li a good beating.

Of course, he wasn’t going to beat up the Jiang Li of the present, but the Jiang Li of the past.

Ji Zhi figured that once he reached the peak of the Fusion Stage or the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he would be able to travel back through time five hundred years ago and teach Jiang Li a lesson.

The system had recorded the coordinates of the Universal World, and the Brahma Tower constructed a temporary passage based on the coordinates. The four of them stepped through the passage and arrived in the Universal World.

“It’s actually a world where everyone is a martial artist, with everyone from the second level of Qi Training to the peak of Great Perfection and half a step to the third level of Qi Training. It’s terrifying!” Bai Hongtu was surprised. He scanned with his spiritual sense and found that the people here were astonishingly strong, even without training.

Of course, they were still a far cry from Jiuzhou, where even mortals had the third level of Qi Training.

“The people here are so devoted to martial arts that I admire them. They’d rather live to only forty than embark on the path of martial arts!”

This was what surprised Bai Hongtu the most. The path of cultivating immortals not only allows for strength but also longevity—it’s perfect. Most people choose to cultivate immortality precisely because of the longevity they can expect, with strength as a byproduct.

But the people here are different. They’re not living up to their natural lifespan of one hundred and forty, but instead using longevity-enhancing martial arts secrets to gain the opportunity to embark on the path of martial arts.

This is a group of people devoted to the Dao, and I, Bai Hongtu, admire them.

Yu Yin rolled her eyes beautifully; she couldn’t tell whether Bai Hongtu was being truthful or sarcastic.

“How is that possible? Martial arts can prolong life, so how can you only live to forty?” Abu shouted.

Jiang Li could no longer face the term “prolong life” seriously: “Then how long can you live to, fifty?”

“A warrior can live to at least eighty!”

(End of this chapter)