Chapter 2178 Oh My G.o.d! Direct Disciple! (2)

"However, it will be difficult for me to advance to the heaven stage," w.a.n.g Teng said with a bitter smile.

He glanced at the attributes board. The attributes changed again.

Origin Of Life: 150000

Origin Of Soul: 150000

Spirit: 200000/300000 (cosmos realm)

His Origin Of Life and Origin Of Soul had increased to 150,000 points, and the limit of his Spirit attribute had increased to 300,000 points. w.a.n.g Teng almost wanted to vomit out the Origin of a Universe he just absorbed.

He still had to continue raising his spiritual attribute by another hundred thousand points, which seemed incredibly challenging.

"Since it's the path you've chosen, you'll have to grit your teeth and complete it even if it's tough," The middle-aged man with white hair said calmly, observing w.a.n.g Teng's expression. A faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth but quickly vanished.

Kid, I didn't give you three Origin of a Universe for nothing.

"I understand, master," w.a.n.g Teng sighed and nodded, accepting his fate.

"Alright, now give it your all and throw another punch," the middle-aged man with white hair said.

w.a.n.g Teng immediately became focused again, moved to an open s.p.a.ce, and threw a punch. With a resounding boom, the void collapsed directly, and a terrifying force burst out, causing formidable fluctuations that directly shattered the surrounding s.p.a.ce.

The previous punch had only collapsed the s.p.a.ce within one meter of his fist, but this punch could collapse the s.p.a.ce within three meters.

"Not bad, Sixth Realm Power!" the middle-aged man with white hair commented.

"Sixth Realm Power? Didn't you say that the limit of the cosmos stage is the Tenth Realm?" w.a.n.g Teng asked in confusion.

"You've overlooked several other factors: techniques, innate talent, and even your domain!" The middle-aged man with white hair explained.

"I see. The techniques I practice, my innate talents, and even my domain are still unable to fully unleash my power to the Tenth Realm Power," w.a.n.g Teng nodded thoughtfully.

"You already have the foundation of the Tenth Realm Power, but to fully bring it out, you need various 'skills' and 'enlightenment.' That's the difference between a martial warrior and a brute," The middle-aged man with white hair explained.

w.a.n.g Teng nodded.

"What scripture are you practicing? What level is it?" The white-haired middle-aged man asked again.

"It's a scripture I created myself." w.a.n.g Teng didn't hide the truth.

"A self-created scripture!" The middle-aged man with white hair raised his eyebrows. His surprise at w.a.n.g Teng was growing, and the calmness in his deep gaze had been disrupted multiple times by w.a.n.g Teng's revelations.

A cosmos-stage martial warriors created his scripture?

And dared to cultivate it?

The middle-aged man with white hair felt that, despite his age, he was encountering an oddity for the first time, expanding his knowledge.

"Let me see your self-created scripture," he reluctantly said.

At this point, he wanted to ma.s.sage his forehead, but to maintain an image of a superior being in front of w.a.n.g Teng, he resisted the urge.

w.a.n.g Teng, seeing his expression, felt a bit uneasy for some reason. He then silently recited his self-created technique, the Chaos Constellation Scripture.

Anyway, aside from him, no one else could cultivate this technique.

As w.a.n.g Teng silently recited the technique, the middle-aged man with white hair was initially planning to correct and refine it. In his view, a self-created scripture by a cosmos-stage martial warrior would likely be full of errors and problems, even if it could be cultivated.

However, as w.a.n.g Teng continued, the middle-aged man became increasingly shocked. A trace of disbelief appeared in his deep eyes.

If the previous two instances of surprise were like small ripples, this time it was as if a ma.s.sive stone had been thrown into a calm lake, creating a tumult that disturbed the fish below.

When w.a.n.g Teng finished recounting the final word of the Chaos Constellation Scripture, the middle-aged man with white hair fell into contemplation. After a long while, he closed his eyes and seemingly cast w.a.n.g Teng aside.

w.a.n.g Teng: ???

What was going on?

His master, who just seemed ready to correct his scripture, was now ignoring him.

w.a.n.g Teng had no choice but to sit cross-legged in front of the other party and wait quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man with white hair opens his eyes, staring at w.a.n.g Teng without saying a word.

"Master, is there something wrong?" w.a.n.g Teng asked cautiously, feeling a bit startled.

"Marvelous!" The middle-aged man with white hair suddenly exclaimed.

w.a.n.g Teng:

"Did you truly create this scripture yourself?" The middle-aged man with white hair asked.

"Yes." w.a.n.g Teng nodded.

"Only to the cosmos stage?" The white-haired middle-aged man asked again.

w.a.n.g Teng nodded again, saying, "The next part of the scripture hasn't been deduced yet. It requires a lot of preparation, and I'm still only at the cosmos stage."

"That's right, you're only at the cosmos stage!" The white-haired middle-aged man exclaimed.

If it weren't for the undeniable reality and his extensive experience, he would never have believed that such a profound scripture was created by a cosmos-stage martial warrior.

The middle-aged man with white hair was extremely curious. He sighed in his heart, realizing that this disciple had completely shattered his preconceptions about scriptures built up over many years. However, he couldn't resist asking, "How did you create this technique?"

w.a.n.g Teng's expression became somewhat strange. Was this master feeling discouraged by him?

At the same time, he heaved a sigh of relief. He thought that there was something wrong with the scripture. It looked like that wasn't the case.

Without hiding anything, he straightforwardly recounted the original intention and the process of creating the scripture.

The middle-aged man with white hair was surprisingly intrigued, nodding from time to time. He looked at w.a.n.g Teng and said, "You have quite the luck!"

"So-so!" w.a.n.g Teng chuckled.

"But to create such a technique, your thoughts are truly extraordinary. Even eternal-stage martial warriors might not dare to think like this." The middle-aged man with white hair shook his head.

"You're too kind," w.a.n.g Teng replied.

"I can't teach you much about this scripture. We can only discuss it, and I'll share some of my insights with you. I hope it helps you in creating a heaven-stage scripture in the future. However, the actual creation process will depend on you. Otherwise, you may be easily influenced by my path," The middle-aged man with white hair said.

"That is more than enough!" w.a.n.g Teng exclaimed in joy. "Master, your insights as a powerful martial warrior are beyond what ordinary martial warriors can compare. They will surely be of great help to me."

The middle-aged man with white hair nodded slowly and continued, "Your scripture is based on multiple original forces, merging them to form the Chaos Force. The process emphasizes balance. I'll take the example of the five-element Forces"

w.a.n.g Teng became serious, his gaze constantly flickering. He nodded from time to time, interjecting with questions or sharing his own viewpoints. The two of them mutually verified and exchanged thoughts.

If anyone who knew the middle-aged man with white hair saw this, they would likely be astonished to see w.a.n.g Teng engaged in such deep discussions with him.

Time flew by, and they discussed for ten days and nights, completely forgetting about time. It wasn't until the middle-aged man with white hair slowly stopped that w.a.n.g Teng closed his eyes to digest what he had gained.

Three days later, w.a.n.g Teng slowly opened his eyes. The radiance in his eyes was restrained, and he stood up, respectfully bowing to the middle-aged man with white hair, "Thank you, Master!"

"It's time for you to leave." The middle-aged man with white hair waved his hand, and a token flew toward w.a.n.g Teng.

w.a.n.g Teng instinctively caught the token and couldn't help but be surprised. When he looked up, he found that the surroundings had instantly changed, just like when he arrived, without any warning when leaving.

"Holding this token, you are now my direct disciple. When the day comes for us to meet again, it will be the unveiling of your ident.i.ty."

"If anyone from the Stellar Academies asks, show them the token, and they will understand."

A voice slowly reached w.a.n.g Teng's ears, fading away as he left the mountain and eventually dissipated in the air.

w.a.n.g Teng looked around and realized he was back at the peak of the Spiritual Hollow Mountain.

The president of the Seventh Stellar Academy and the two-G.o.d stage martial warriors from the Seventh Stellar Academy were standing not far away. They stared at w.a.n.g Teng in surprise.

Outside Spiritual Hollow Mountain, the students stared wide-eyed at the scene.

In their eyes, w.a.n.g Teng had only disappeared for a moment, then returned to the peak of Spiritual Hollow Mountain.

"President! Instructors!" w.a.n.g Teng hurriedly greeted the president and the two terrifying presences.

The president of the Seventh Stellar Academy suddenly saw the token in w.a.n.g Teng's hand. His expression changed slightly as he grabbed w.a.n.g Teng's shoulder and disappeared on the spot.

"Follow me!"

The two-G.o.d stage martial warriors exchanged glances with one another before following him. They disappeared from the top of the Spiritual Hollow Mountain.