Chapter 839 - The Path of a Martial Progenitor

    Chapter 839 - The Path of a Martial Progenitor


    Once the drop of blood entered Qin Nan's throat, it exploded into an overwhelming force.

    The force was extremely pure, with great benefits. In the blink of an eye, it had merged with Qin Nan's limbs and bones, causing a series of cracking noises while they were being strengthened.

    Besides, Lin Xiao was one of the Demonic Qilin. His primal blood contained the special traits of the tribe, which brought unbelievable changes after merging with Qin Nan's body.

    "Divine Battle Martial Sacred Realm, what are you waiting for?"

    Qin Nan suddenly uttered a blasting roar.

    Previously, he had already achieved a cultivation of the half-Divine Battle Martial Sacred Realm. In other words, his comprehension was already there, but he was lacking a tremendous force to support him.


    It was as if Qin Nan's body possessed some kind of intelligence, as it sucked away the tremendous force.

    The sacred force inside his body glowed brightly as it expanded forward, and finally hit the limit.

    Ten thousand streams of sacred force!


    A series of howls could be heard from the sky, as illusionary phantoms appeared from all directions trying to murder Qin Nan.

    Trying to achieve his own unique realm was unforgivable!

    "Trying to stop me?"

    Qin Nan waved his hand and summoned the golden seal that unleashed a brilliant golden glow.

    The figures halted their movements, not daring to take another step forward.

    "Still want more?"

    Qin Nan's right hand exploded into the Heaven-Shattering Saber, from which an icy aura leaked out. Despite the form of the phantoms, the aura could still lock onto them.


    Following this, the illusionary phantoms chose to withdraw and disperse among the Heavens and Earth.

    With two ultimate artifacts protecting him, how would they stand a chance?

    At that instant, Qin Nan's body experienced a shocking change.

    A unique aura that surpassed the existence of the Heavens and Earth filled his body, allowing him to break free from the constraints of the world.

    Apart from that, the three streams of the force of the Divine God of Battle rapidly expanded, and became five streams.

    "The Divine Battle Martial Sacred Realm feels incredibly different." Qin Nan's eyes flickered with astonishment. He could sense the rumbling force inside his body. He could now slay a second-layer Martial Progenitor with brute force, let alone a first-layer Martial Progenitor.

    If Qin Nan chose to take the Tribulation instead, he would most likely rank up to the fourth or fifth-layer Martial Progenitor Realm immediately.

    "But, this is not the end yet."

    Qin Nan withdrew his thoughts and switched his focus onto the sacred force and force of the Divine God of Battle in his body.

    Now that he had achieved the Divine Battle Martial Sacred Realm, as long as he had sufficient power, he could easily become a Martial Progenitor.

    However, Qin Nan was unwilling to become an ordinary Martial Progenitor.

    What was the point of repeating the same routine over and over?

    "Martial Progenitor, as the name suggests, is about the origin of Martial Arts!"

    "Once I've fully mastered the Monarch Arts I've learned, and merged the will of the Monarch Arts with my own will, and the sacred force, it will produce something known as the Martial Seed!"


    Qin Nan's eyes emitted a flicker.

    His body was different from the others. Even those who had achieved their respective unique Martial Sacred Realm were incomparable to him.

    The reason being that not only did he possess the sacred force, he also had five streams of the force of the Divine God of Battle!

    The force of the Divine God of Battle was significantly stronger than the sacred force, which was why Qin Nan was able to take on the top three geniuses on his own when they purposely suppressed their cultivations.

    But that was exactly the problem that he was facing now. Since the force of the Divine God of Battle was too powerful, it was impossible for it to merge with the sacred force to produce a Martial Seed.

    A Martial Seed without the force of the Divine God of Battle, wouldn't it be the same as the ones the others had?

    "Which means that when I rank up to the Martial Progenitor Realm, I have to fully utilize the potential of the force of the Divine God of Battle and the sacred force!" Qin Nan frowned.

    He began to have various thoughts in his mind.

    For example, should he find some way to merge the two types of force?

    Or should he use the sacred force as the foundation, and the force of the Divine God of Battle as the main power, to produce a completely different Martial Seed?

    Countless thoughts popped up in his mind.

    That being said, Qin Nan was not in a rush. He began to derive the best solution from the ideas.

    At this moment, the usefulness of his Martial Skill Talent was thoroughly displayed. Even though it involved profound calculations, it was not a problem for Qin Nan, as he was able to analyze the details with ease.

    Other cultivators would most likely have a headache.

    "No, no, none of these work!"

    A few hours later, Qin Nan opened his eyes and shook his head.

    The ideas were not enough to fully utilize his potential.

    Then, what should he do?

    "The Martial Progenitor Realm begins by producing a Martial Seed, which will continuously absorb the Qi of the Heavens and Earth before sprouting and growing into a Martial Tree. Each zhang is equivalent to a layer of the Martial Progenitor Realm..."

    Qin Nan murmured.

    He revisited the principles of the Martial Progenitor Realm, and after muttering them over a hundred times, he suddenly came to a realization. If he were planning to walk a completely different path, the key would be the force of the Divine God of Battle in his body.

    "What does everyone's Martial Progenitor Realm look like?

    "Everyone has their own Martial Tree, which can only reach thirteen zhang at most. I believe that's what Shi Qingfan, Chen Zilai, and Sorceress Qian Qian have achieved."

    "That would be the regular path of Martial Progenitor Realm!"

    "If I were to choose..."

    Qin Nan repeated the words over and over again as if he had been put under a curse.

    Days began to pass.

    The sun and moon took turns replacing each other's shifts, as the day and night rotated rapidly.

    While many things were taking place in the Dragon Emperor Clan each day, apart from a few, most people entirely forgot about Qin Nan's existence.

    As if he had been abandoned in a little corner.

    However, on a particular night!

    Qin Nan's eyes suddenly sprang open with a great look of excitement.

    Those who worked hard would be rewarded in the end!

    After spending days deriving a solution, Qin Nan had realized something important!


    Everyone only had a single Martial Tree!

    What if he were able to produce a second, third, or fifth Martial Tree?

    If he somehow achieved that, it would completely topple the rules of cultivation. Imagine in a battle, when both sides were third-layer Martial Progenitor Realm, which meant his opponent had a three-zhang tall Martial Tree, but Qin Nan had two-or even five-Martial Trees, who would win in the end?

    The outcome was obvious!

    Most importantly, the others might have had similar thoughts before.

    But, only he had a unique characteristic!

    A single stream of the force of Divine God of Battle was incredibly powerful, easily surpassing the sacred force!

    Meanwhile, ten thousand streams of sacred force would produce a Martial Seed!

    So why couldn't he use his force of the Divine God of Battle to produce a second Martial Seed?

    "That will be it!"

    Qin Nan's eyes burned passionately.

    He would have a second Martial Tree, or a third, or a fourth, or a fifth...

    If it was possible, he would go for a hundred, or a thousand!

    When that happened, he could shake the Heavens and Earth by himself!
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