I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 806 - 469: The Master of the World’s Bearing (2)

Even without being a Martial Arts God, Martial Arts Consciousness is incredibly terrifying,

but such radiance leads to excessive consumption of the Divine Soul.

Players in this Little World are always few, Small Knife understands that burning oneself too hard could lead to death both in the game and in reality.

No wonder, players in this Ape Martial Mini World treat life lightly in the game, not out of disregard, but as if it was the same in reality.

Every hope in the game is a baptism, possibly leading to death in reality as well.

After rebirth, starting another life, is it believed that the previous self was already dead?

The more Small Knife comprehends, the more he knows, the more he finds himself unable to let go, unable to let go, how can he break through?

Don't mention comparing with the Master of the World; even compared to a Lord, he is not comparable.

Moreover, it's said that next to the Master of the World, there are some Ascetic Martial Artists who are too lazy to be Lords.

At their level, Heavenly and Earthly Treasures in the Little World are scarcely effective.

Instead, if one can let go, the effect of Spiritual Cultivation comprehension is better than gaining Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

How to choose is up to oneself.

It seems my departure has come.

"I am not qualified to occupy this Little World."

On this day, Small Knife sighed, gazing at this Little World with yearning, but unable to achieve it himself.

Martial Dao is only a path, not the end goal.

Impossible to be so sincere.

This world cannot be polluted, cannot exist with other paths.

Well, come back when strength is greater.

Fully acquire it, keep them intact.

It's not greed on Small Knife's part, but such a Little World is strong, yet not invincible.

Become a part of one's future Great World, retaining its essence, as Mortal Soil, even with a small chance, it might cultivate a Sixth Realm Powerhouse of Martial Arts God.

A lifespan of a million years?

Oh my, what does this mean, it's like soaring to the heavens.

Can he also obtain the corresponding Great World coordinates?

Yeah!

Naturally beneficial for the Ape Martial Mini World.

Without support like his, wanting to maintain purity and continue developing is unrealistic.

Not to mention, once a Void Breaker is born, this Little World is effectively ruined.

Undying is still gravely injured.

Specific details Small Knife doesn't quite understand, but the system prompt won't be wrong.

"It seems, I do not belong to pure martial artists, relying on external power cannot break through to the Sixth Realm, no matter how extraordinary one's external objects are." Small Knife muttered, silent once more.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed.

He still wandered the Ape Martial Mini World, simply because he was unwilling.

Personal Space performing full simulation.

Now he thought of a non-method method.

It might not work, but it was worth a try.

This time, Small Knife planned to use sixty years of a cycle to attempt it, if failed, then abandon Body Refining Martial Dao.

Focus on cultivation.

Even intending to let Body Refining cultivation devour all his Fifth Realm qi cultivation, to take one cultivation path.

Each step must be solid and firm.

Solely to increase his chance of breaking through to the Sixth Realm.

Cultivation might require at least a thousand years to attempt breaking through to the Sixth Realm.

Since he is not a genius, he has set if relying on qi cultivation, three thousand years cannot break through to the Sixth Realm, then consolidate nine Little Worlds, and rely on the system to break through.

This also seems to be the only option.

Small Knife always felt that relying on the system was not his own strength.

After being a Master of many Small Worlds for such a long time, he has already largely deduced the method for evolution into a Great World.

Which is somewhat similar to the Celestial Beings in the Five Heavens Great World, unable to escape reliance on the world, never attaining freedom.

Of course, this is mere speculation.

Now it's not the time to waste too much effort.

Not to that degree yet.

Thus, each clone wandered through its own Little World.

Finally, the Daoist Avatar in seclusion at Little Knife Peak.

The Second System and others were also inspected.

Then Small Knife in reality practiced a set of punches.

Entered the Second World once more.

In the Ape Martial Mini World, Small Knife opened his eyes.

Rubbing his aching forehead, he felt as though he lost something.

But couldn't think clearly.

Opened the window, taking a deep breath.

Looking outside, his gaze bore some confusion, but gradually turned firm.

Though it seemed like he lost memories, a voice inside told him to work hard on martial arts, defeat the Master of the World, and all of his doubts would be resolved, understood.

At this time, Small Knife looked at the bustling street outside the window, yet felt incredibly lonely.

He knew no one, had no family.

This sense of loneliness seeped into his heart, making him immensely uncomfortable, even making it feel as though surviving had no meaning.

No one would care about him.

But it seemed as long as he achieved his goal, defeated the Master of the World, he could find everything.

Ha!

I fear neither death, why fear martial arts?

Small Knife sneered, striding out.

Straight to the arena.

On this day, he fought frantically, fearlessly, as if willing to perish together.

So crazed, he defeated several opponents slightly stronger than him.

Even killed three of them.

Not deliberately, but because they were evenly matched, life and death were in a moment, holding back would be irresponsible to his own life.

Boom!

Small Knife was punched off the arena, spewing blood, pieces of his internal organs were blown out.

Clearly couldn't survive.

Then fell into unconsciousness.

After a while, someone went to check, astonishingly not dead?

Really lucky.

Thus, Small Knife was taken to the inn, and a native physician was invited.

In this world, kindness is never squandered on the injured.

The arena has arrangements.

"Swallowed something good, life is no longer in danger." The physician left directly.

Small Knife fell into unconsciousness.

Comprehension was good.

It's this kind of mindset.

Personal Space, Heavenly Dao Consciousness, constantly watching Small Knife.

Indeed, Small Knife just lost his memory, this was the only method he could think of.

This amnesia is deliberated, sealing a portion of memories.

During his coma, he logged off directly, in reality, relying on this comprehension, Small Knife began rigorous cultivation.

On the third day, Small Knife finally awakened, nearly recovered from his injuries.

He chuckled wryly.

Actually survived?

If I live, I'll keep going.

As for how the fatal wounds were healed? Couldn't be bothered to think.

Merely some Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, he didn't care.

Only cared about his memories, his family, always feeling very lonely, solitary.

Of course, recovery involved Personal Space directly injecting Spirit Liquid into his body.

Ruptured internal organs is fatal for other martial artists, but for him.

Ha, nothing but minor injuries.

Within days, the name Undying Mad Martial spread throughout the town.

Undoubtedly, this was a demon, surpassing genius, prodigy, incredibly formidable, capable of triumphing across realms.

Common consensus established, this individual's talent wasn't necessarily decisive, but his madness, fearlessness compared no other person.

Because, for martial artists, Martial Dao Will, success lies in it, ruin lies in it.

Death in the Second World, sometimes leads to collapse of will, unscathed death in reality, this chance isn't low.

But clearly, this Undying Mad Martial doesn't care at all.

The Second World disregarded, reality subsequently disregarded, otherwise such a crazy will couldn't form.

A sense of victory.

In this madman's Martial Dao Will, opponents felt, he'd surely win, he firmly believed so.

Just this Martial Dao Will suppressed their strength by thirty percent.

Facing this Undying Mad Martial, there are only options to defeat or kill him, no second choice.

In brief time, in this place, within the city below, pinnacle famous, Top Level genius, prodigy-swarming area, death rate skyrocketed.

This Undying Mad Martial repeatedly carrying mortal wounds.

Others surely died, but afterwards he lived again.

The name of demon gradually spread.

Even Guardian figures emerged naturally.

Such martial artists, world-permitted peak strength, but mostly passed Body Cultivation prime, difficult advancements ever again.

At lowest, formerly great geniuses, primarily prodigies, even Demon Level.

But now those days are over.

They no longer have a future.

Discovering the seed, protecting spontaneously.