The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 42: Chapter 40: Martial God

To this day, the Starfire Federation has yet to determine the cause of the birth of the Cosmic Divine Spirit.

This remains one of the deepest secrets of the vast Star Sea.

Chu Tianyi leaned back in his chair, gazing at the overhead image of the Thunderbolt Divine Tree on the table, his expression relaxed.

At that moment.

Footsteps echoed outside the meeting room, and someone pushed the door open.

The person entering was a woman.

She wore a dark blue jacket, with short brown hair, and her eyes only showed the whites, without pupils, giving her the appearance of a blind person.

However, her movements were not hindered in the slightest. After stepping into the room, she approached the head of the conference table, leaning her body forward and resting her hands on the tabletop, her voice carrying a hint of mystery.

“Everyone, thank you for waiting.”

As her voice fell.

Chu Tianyi’s voice sounded.

“No need for formalities, just get to the point.”

His gaze swept over the others present: “We have all gathered on the Mining Star, and we are competitors.”

“Why has the Dusk Society invited us here?”

Dusk Society.

One of the True God Sects registered in the Starfire Federation.

It worships a very mysterious Cosmic Divine Spirit, the Pursuing Star’s Eye—Nisela.

“Mr. Chu, don’t be hasty.”

The woman smiled slightly, her voice pleasant: “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Roland, and I am a Gospel Level member within the Society.”

“I have invited everyone here for one reason only.”

Her expression turned solemn, and she said in a deep voice: “The Dusk Society has no intention of participating in this competition concerning the Star God.”

“I am here because the Crown Sect has shown interest in the Star God and is preparing to participate.”

“So, the rumors are true.”

On the other side of the conference table, a sturdy figure adjusted his beret, his tone showing interest: “There is indeed a conflict between the Crown Sect and the Dusk Society.”

“They have offended my master once.”

Roland nodded slightly, not avoiding the issue: “Precisely because of that, among those present here, if any of your young members can successfully thwart the Crown Sect’s team, the Society will reward you generously afterward.”

“Moreover.”

“Our dispatched teams will also do their utmost to assist you in this competition.”

“Just this?”

The sturdy man who spoke earlier raised his eyebrows slightly: “Casual competition is fine, but if we target them deliberately, the Crown Sect won’t easily let it go afterwards.”

“Furthermore…”

“Our fees are not low, you can’t expect us to work for free.”

“Certainly not.”

Roland straightened up, raised her hands, and clapped lightly.

As the sound entered the room, an attendant with eyes covered by a specially-made black cloth entered.

He carried a lavishly decorated treasure chest, placing it on the table in front of Roland.

Roland extended her hand, lightly touching it.

The sides of the chest simultaneously fell open, revealing what was inside.

It was a crystal about the size of a fist, with nearly millions of facets at a glance, each reflecting different scenes of destruction.

“This is a [Meteor Core].”

“I assume everyone here knows its value.”

“Whoever can eliminate the Crown Sect’s team, will own it!”

“And this is just one of the grand rewards.”

“We don’t care who ultimately connects with this newly emerged Star God, as long as it’s not the Crown Sect!”

Her words ended, and a click of the tongue sounded.

It was Chu Tianyi.

He looked at Roland, his tone somewhat thoughtful: “It seems the enmity between the Dusk Society and the Crown Sect is deeper than the rumors suggest.”

The sound echoed in the room.

…

Base.

Gravity Cultivation Chamber.

“Divine Martial Furnace?”

Qin Jin repeated softly.

“That’s correct.”

Su Chaotang nodded, speaking in a deep voice: “The path of Martial Arts is long.”

“We cannot, like Spiritualists, awaken talents and immediately have considerable combat power.”

“Nor can we, like Esoteric Practitioners, have a Cosmic Divine Spirit to rely on for assistance.”

“Martial Arts Families can only rely on themselves.”

His voice was long and resonant as he looked at Qin Jin, asking: “Qin Jin, do you know the history of the development of Martial Arts Families?”

Hearing this, Qin Jin shook his head.

The curriculum at Mine Star School obviously did not include these topics.

Su Chaotang wasn’t surprised, his tone profound: “Nearly ten thousand years ago, when the Federation set out from the Ancestral Star to advance into the Star Sea, those who could enter the Innate were indubitably Celestial Prides, and Grandmasters were few and far between!”

“One after another, the martial predecessors experimented with their own bodies, fearless of life and death, to explore and forge higher paths of evolution!”

“Martial Arts Fifth Realm, Martial Saint.”

“Martial Arts Sixth Realm, Celestial Being.”

“Martial Arts Seventh Realm, Transcendence.”

“Martial Arts Eighth Realm, Martial God.”

He articulated each word clearly and powerfully, with a tone of determination.

Qin Jin listened intently.

On the Mining Star, the information he had access to was limited, and the Interstellar Network did not disclose such details; he only knew that the Fourth Realm was the Grandmaster Realm.

The names of higher realms were unfamiliar to him.

But now, the mysterious veil was gradually being lifted for him.

Su Chaotang looked at him.

“The first Martial Arts Families had only themselves to depend on; they needed to explore the path ahead on their own.”

“But for our generation, living ten thousand years later.”

“Besides ourselves, we also have the legacy left by countless predecessors who help us!”

“The Divine Martial Furnace was borne out of this.”

“Thirteen hundred years ago, the Federation’s three Martial God predecessors worked together to capture a Fixed Star, using supreme power to remodel it into a supreme furnace located deep within the Star Sea.”

“Using a Fixed Star as the furnace!”

“Thereafter…”

“By engraving the Divine Intent, they transmitted the Divine Martial Furnace Map ever since.”

“After that, future Martial Arts Families could use the Divine Martial Furnace to Condense Intent, establishing a firmer foundation, saving more time.”

“The only aim of these three Martial God predecessors was one.”

Su Chaotang’s voice was respectful: “They hoped future Martial Arts Families could lay a more solid foundation, spending less time in the early stages of Martial Arts, so they have a greater chance to climb the High Realm of Martial Arts!”

“Only then…”

“Can future Martial Arts Families have the opportunity to go further.”

“They entrusted the hope of realizing an existence above the Martial God to the future.”

Qin Jin exhaled a deep breath, asking softly.

“So, the current limit for Martial Arts Families is the Eighth Realm, Martial God?”

“That’s right.”

Su Chaotang nodded.

“Capturing Fixed Stars, attracting stars, gathering stars and the moon.”

“To grow step by step with a mortal body, to ultimately achieve this, the evolution of Martial Arts is truly splendid.”

The thought flashed in his mind.

Qin Jin suddenly thought of Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi once mentioned the expectations of Mr. Chi Chenzhou, the principal of Wuyuan Academy.

He was a Seventh Realm Martial Artist who created an observation list, hoping to pass on the flame and allow the young to forge the future.

How similar it is to these three Martial Gods.

Qin Jin looked at Su Chaotang: “Teacher Su, how can I obtain the Visualization Image?”

“The base has it ready.”

“When you leave today, you can take it directly.”

“However, do not attempt to visualize the Divine Martial Furnace until your Spiritual Index reaches 40 points, as it has its thresholds.”

Qin Jin nodded.

Earlier.

Su Chaotang’s eyes squinted, suddenly asking: “Are you prepared?”

“Of course…”

Before Qin Jin could finish his words.

The figure of the Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist disappeared from before him.