I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan checked the time, no rush, it was still early. He extended his hand, listening to Zhang Xuewen’s heartbeat, his Yang Energy spread out, merging with the Yang Energy he had previously blessed Zhang Xuewen with, feeling it quietly.

This was an opportunity that came no more than once a month.

God of War Yuedi plus Grandma’s offerings, plus Explosive Great Sun, plus Xin Dao, and finally, with Zhang Xuewen daring to risk his life, who knows what kind of monster would be created, not even Wen Yan was sure.

Zhang Xuewen... oh no, now it’s Tuoba Martial God, his Six-Tailed Values would start growing from zero, expanding continuously, the closer it got to the last second of the month, the stronger he would become.

According to past experiences, at least on this day, his strengthening did not follow the principle of becoming more difficult as it progressed further.

His ascension wasn’t like leveling up in a game, where it requires less experience early on to level up quickly, and more experience later on to level up slowly.

His upgrade was more like ascending proportionally with the passage of time, from level one to two, and from level five to six, there wasn’t much difference time-wise.

It’s just that the higher his professional realm, the stronger he inherently was, the higher the ultimate limit would be.

Within a month, for the remaining twenty-nine days, he still needed to practice diligently, needed Martial Training, for this reason, if he didn’t want to improve, lying flat for twenty-nine days a month was not a big deal.

If you want to improve, don’t think about lying flat.

At this moment, the Yang Energy on Tuoba Martial God began to grow, actually quite normal, at least until dawn, it shouldn’t be particularly impressive.

The real focus was that his other attribute values also began to expand, such as recovery power, which now clearly had started to exceed normal human levels.

The injuries he suffered on his body, recovery speed from now on, would gradually accelerate.

According to the last experience, after a dozen hours, what could break his defense might only take a few seconds to recover.

Wen Yan always thought that others focused too much on the massive Yang Energy of Tuoba Martial God.

Tuoba Martial God himself also focused too much on the perception of power.

Even if one only focused on this terrifying recovery power, it would be far better than focusing on power.

This terrifying recovery that climbs continuously along with power can accomplish many things.

For example, right now, Wen Yan could feel that as Tuoba Martial God’s body recovered, what he had extended at the cost of crippling himself during the past two days of Blood Lock was already starting to recover.

Wen Yan thought, perhaps it could be seen as the meridians being severed, and at this moment, those shattered meridians were self-repairing.

This efficiency was far higher than during Wen Yan’s pioneering.

Wen Yan dared not play in such a manner himself because he didn’t possess such recovery power; he only dared to surpass his limits, exploding with power instantly to determine which path was viable, and which was not.

Therefore, the exploration of the torso, especially the most important organs or the core heart, was truly not something he could explore.

Tuoba Martial God himself also couldn’t play it that way, because playing like that normally could easily kill himself.

But with the help of Wen Yan, Tuoba Martial God could play like this now, wouldn’t die, and each month, there would be an opportunity for guarantee.

Wen Yan felt that despite being unconscious, the Yang Energy in Tuoba Martial God naturally circulated, within the organs, centered around the heart, forming a system that was extremely complex.

It was like the most brilliant fireworks blooming according to a predetermined trajectory in his senses.

It was an ultimate beauty containing natural harmony.

Beautiful things aren’t necessarily correct, but correct things are definitely beautiful.

That feeling was like a child from the Mainland, during a night so quiet you could hear a pin drop, without light pollution, seeing the ocean for the first time.

The starry sky and the sea merged into one, the Milky Way flowed, seemingly like a large river plunging into the sea, indistinguishable from the ocean.

In that instant, Wen Yan felt an inexplicable emotion, a sense of tranquility, and all thoughts became much clearer and calmer.

It was only then that he realized the phrase, ”Drunk and unaware of the sky in the water, the boatful of clear dreams pressing on the Milky Way,” was realistic.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, and a scene in his mind as brilliant as that moment seemed to unfold.

With just that one glance, he could never forget it, the beauty of harmony, the beauty of life, was like it was imprinted in his heart.

He didn’t actually know each route’s specific position within the torso, nor did he know how he would correspond if it were himself.

After all, everyone is somewhat different, and the path he is taking now is just the most suitable for him.

Those new cyclical system routes, positions, widths, sizes, all had to be a hundred percent in harmony with oneself to be the best.

He originally prepared himself for the possibility that if Tuoba Martial God was willing, they would spend three months solely constructing the heart position’s route.

But now, he realizes his perspective was too small, that he doesn’t really need specific routes and precise positions.

Upon seeing Tuoba Martial God’s broken body, beginning to repair from the inside out, naturally triggering those fireworks, he no longer needed ”precise positions and routes.”

Wen Yan finally understood, why the saying of enlightenment existed all along.

There was even the extreme phrase, ”Enlightened in the morning, ascend at noon,” as a way of exaggerating.