"Could it be that the Martial God Palace is truly the great trend of destiny?" When they saw the cultivation systems and actions of these chaotic beings, the two women were utterly stunned.
They were actually practicing martial arts!
Yes.
They were cultivating bloodline-free martial arts and soul arts.
They sat cross-legged, meditating to visualize themselves, cultivating soul arts in a tranquil posture to strengthen their souls. They also stood in place, punching and kicking, exercising their muscles and bones, cultivating martial arts to strengthen their physiques.
One active, one still...
There were no intricate rules, no flashy techniques, none of the dazzling flair of profound laws or regulations.
Their punches and steps flowed like water, yet somehow possessed a profound, inherent sense of the Grand Dao, a primal, unrefined quality.
"Isn't this precisely the system of the Martial God Palace?" they murmured softly.
They were called Valkyries in the Martial God Palace precisely because they cultivated these two paths.
Sheila exclaimed in surprise, "How could they be cultivating soul arts and martial arts? Isn't that too much? Are they not just simply trying to keep fit? Doing some exercises to loosen their muscles and bones?"
Sheila was somewhat disbelieving.
Mu Yuling, however, stammered, "How could that be? They were just discussing among themselves. They were born gods, with ancient and modern wisdom. They were collectively discussing and researching their own race's cultivation system, deducing a corner of the future, when they suddenly started punching and kicking. How could that be just for relaxation?"
Beyond their shock, they looked on, growing even more astonished.
They saw those beings exchanging ideas even as they threw punches.
"Alas, we were born in an untimely era. The Grand Dao gates of the cosmic tenth order have not fully closed, and the rules are not yet complete. Our cultivation of this path... is flawed!"
"Yes, it's flawed, making it difficult to cultivate to the peak."
"Only when the Old Era completely ends will our power truly strengthen, and our path fully open."
The two women dared not approach, observing from a distance, feeling increasingly awestruck.
They understood the meaning somewhat, yet not entirely. However, they grasped that it wasn't yet their time to truly cultivate, and their path of cultivation had not genuinely opened.
Suddenly, Mu Yuling startled, shivering slightly, and exclaimed, "Ah! We should have realized this earlier! Soul arts, martial arts, perhaps they truly are the system of the new era!"
"Huh?" Sheila hadn't quite grasped it.
"Just think about it, and you'll see! There have already been foreshadowing elements for a long time! The universe's own foreshadowing!"
"Besides bloodline cultivation techniques, what other cultivation systems do we have? It's the two fundamental cosmic cultivation methods that don't require bloodlines: soul arts and martial arts! So, if the bloodline system is closed in the future, what else could be cultivated? Of course, it would be the foundational techniques that have no bloodline requirements!"
Hearing this, Sheila also slapped her forehead, somewhat excited. "You're right! Without bloodlines, all that's left are soul arts and martial arts. Strengthening oneself, cultivating one's own physique and soul, perhaps that is the true foundation..."
"Cultivating external rules, the laws of the universe—these are all external things!"
"External things can eventually be taken away or disappear one day, but cultivating oneself can be eternal! This is the most authentic power!"
Mu Yuling quickly chimed in:
"And previously, these two paths could only be cultivated up to the eighth-order deity level. This is a common understanding of the universe—that the first eight realms involve strengthening the body to accommodate the cosmic rules, and only then does one begin to cultivate the external rules of heaven and earth... This is a norm we've all grown accustomed to, but is it truly normal?"
"From another perspective, we... are not normal. Upon closer thought, it's actually a bit unsettling, as if we've been on the wrong path."
The two continued their discussion.
"The eighth order was the limit for both soul and martial arts in the Old Era, naturally. But what about the new era? Perhaps the eighth order isn't the true limit of biological training at all, but rather that the incomplete cosmic rules of the Old Era restricted the upper limits of martial arts and soul arts!"
"Perfect, it's too perfect!"
"It's absolutely logical. All the laws of the era progress slowly and systematically."
The more they reasoned, the more their thoughts raced.
The development of any universe is subtly governed by rules.
No process ever arises out of nothing.
There must have been clues beforehand, with the universe already foreshadowing the next era, gradually maturing, and waiting for its birth...
It never appears abruptly.
If it appeared abruptly, then geniuses and prodigies wouldn't have been able to deduce the universe's grand trends and glimpse a corner of the future through subtle clues.
"We should have thought of this earlier."
"Yes, soul arts, martial arts!"
They laughed excitedly, their joy incomparable. They were so happy they embraced each other.
"But it's truly so unexpected! Hahaha, who would have thought that these chaotic beings, so powerful, magnificent, and born divine, would have a future of cultivating such unadorned martial arts, training their fists, feet, muscles, and bones? We thought it would be more spectacular and flashy, with all sorts of terrifying Daoist techniques and methods."
"Heh? You're thinking too much. Flashiness doesn't necessarily mean power."
"How can one speak of ultimate beings when relying on external paths and forces?"
"Those who rely on external forces will eventually decline when those forces disappear with the passing of an era, and the external powers they believed in dissipate. This is true even for saints who control cosmic rules..."
"The so-called 'borrowing from nature,' 'leveraging the mighty power of heaven and earth,' or 'prying open cosmic rules' are all self-aggrandizing jokes."
"Only one's own strength is truly eternal!"
"It will not change with any era..."
"Promiscuous men might deceive themselves, but only the mighty muscles one has painstakingly trained will not deceive oneself, giving us a powerful sense of security!"
Mu Yuling raised her arm. This slender and beautiful ancient-style woman's back suddenly bulged.
*Rip.*
Her ancient-style long dress slowly ripped open at the back, revealing a red athletic compression top worn underneath. Her back was broad and powerful like that of a muscular boxing giant, her bronze-toned, robust muscles exuded a sense of power and athleticism. Her bronze-colored legs were exceptionally thick, with "devilish" muscles bulging and intertwining from calves to thighs, appearing incredibly strong.
Their ideas continuously clashed and converged, and the more they spoke, the more excited they became, as this perfectly aligned with the philosophy of their Martial God Palace.
Strength lies within oneself.
Rules are external things, unorthodox paths.
Reflecting on it now, the entire vast era of the universe seemed to confirm this very point.
"If this is the case... then the truth of the future is likely this: those who attained the tenth and ninth orders will all fall, becoming ordinary eighth-order deities. And with the sealing of the Age of Dharma Decline and the complete establishment of cosmic rules, another true path for eighth-order deities will fully open. Martial arts and soul arts will lead to unprecedented ninth and tenth orders..."
"...and even a possible eleventh order."
They exchanged glances, their minds completely shaken and increasingly agitated, as they looked towards His Majesty Messiah in the distance.
The Martial God Palace.
Perhaps its establishment was not accidental, but rather a predestined calculation from the unseen.
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