5 million merit points.
It only lasted for 20 years before it was completely exhausted.
Although he wasted a little bit, Zhao Gongming's body refinement efficiency was hundreds of times higher than normal people.
Looking at the invisible physical millstone, driven by the virtue, crushing the flesh inch by inch, he felt a little painful at the same time.
Another 30 years passed quickly.
As for how much merit he had spent in this process, Zhao Gongming was too lazy to calculate it.
Zhao Gongming was like an old monk as he sat cross-legged on the futon. His originally plump body had withered once again.
In this cycle, the second cycle of the Xuan Art finally came to an end.
In the sealed cave abode, with Zhao Gongming's body as the center, ripples spread out.
The entire cave abode was filled with immortal light. It seemed that there were immortals singing melodious music.
With the second transformation of the mystic technique, one's physical body would transform into an immortal. At this point, even if one did not use Dharmic powers and divine arts, they could only rely on the strength of their physical body to fly in the sky and escape from the ground to fight against Golden Immortals.
His two Mortal Gates had been opened, and his two Chakras had been reversed. His physical strength could now be endless.
As this strange sign appeared in Luofu Cave, Zhao Gongming finally took a new step in body refinement.
The second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was completed.
In less than a hundred years, he had completed the second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. Such a speed was probably unprecedented in the Untainted Land.
Of course, such a fast speed was built on the basis of a huge amount of merit consumption.
Without the massive amount of merit, he could only absorb spiritual energy from the outside world like Yang Jian and the others and slowly cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
After reaching the second cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Zhao Gongming's physical strength had once again increased by a large margin.
"It's not enough. It's still not enough. I have to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to the fourth circulation at the very least.”
Zhao Gongming was not someone who could be easily satisfied. As a person of the later generations, his desire for power surpassed any living being in the Primordial World.
He knew very well that the laws of the Primordial World were cruel. The strong preyed on the weak. If one did not become a Saint, they could only be ants.
Zhao Gongming threw away the joy in his heart and closed his eyes again, continuing to cultivate.
When Zhao Gongming started to attack the third cycle of the Xuan cultivation, the outside world was also surging with undercurrents.
In the Ancient Heavenly Court, East Emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun were refining the Wu-killing Sword with hundreds of millions of human souls.
There were many records of this Wu-killing Sword in the prehistoric myths.
However, in some records, the Wu-killing Sword was linked to the Xuanyuan Sword. In these records, it was mentioned that the Witchcraft Tribulation ended, the Demon Emperor died, and the Primordial Heaven Supreme took the Wu-killing Sword.
Later, the Human Tribe rose and the Human Emperor appeared. When the Human Emperor Xuanyuan was born, the Clan of Enlightenment took the copper from Mount Shouyang and forged the Xuanyuan Sword together with the Wu-killing Sword.
Regardless of whether this record was true or not, this sword that was refined from hundreds of millions of human souls had a heavenly omen as soon as it was born.
The Heavenly Tribulation descended from the heavens and struck the Ancient Heavenly Court for ten consecutive days. The palace where the Wu-Slaughtering Sword was forged was completely destroyed, and thousands of demon soldiers and generals were reduced to dust.
Donghuang Taiyi and the other four Sage-to-be of the Demon Clan practiced to resist the Heavenly Thunder. At the cost of injuring Emperor Jun and Fuxi, they helped the Wu-killing Sword to survive the Heavenly Tribulation.
This was a spiritual treasure refined by human power. It was also the only Connate spiritual treasure refined by living beings in the history of the Primordial World.
Unlike other spiritual treasures that had all kinds of magical functions, this Wu-Slaying Sword only had one attribute, and that was sharpness.
As a sword specially used to deal with Ancestral Sorcerers, it only needed to be sharp enough to pierce through the Ancestral Sorcerer's body.
As descendants of Pangu, the Sorcerer Tribe was born from the blood in Pangu's heart. They did not cultivate their primordial spirits, only their physical bodies.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery walked out of the Pangu Divine Hall. As soon as they woke up, their physical strength was comparable to that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
During the Witchcraft and Demon Tribulation, these twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had even polished their bodies to a terrifying level that was enough to resist a Quasi-Saint.
It was also because of these twelve terrifying Ancestors of Sorcery that the Demon Tribe had been pressed to the ground by the Wu Tribe. They had even broken through the Heavenly Court twice in a row.
If it were not for Hongjun's appearance and the forced suspension of the war between the two races, the Demon Race would have been exterminated during the second Witch and Demon War.
It had been thousands of years since the second war between the demons and witches. The demons had only crafted the Wu-Slaying Sword to counter the invincible Ancestor of Sorcery.
The birth of the Wu-killing Sword was a strange sign from the heavens. The millions of surviving humans sensed it and cried out.
The third battle between the Liches and Demons was approaching with the emergence of the Wu-Slaying Sword.
The changes in the outside world naturally did not affect Zhao Gongming, who was in Luofu Cave.
The cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art continued.
Merit kept flowing into Zhao Gongming's body, pushing the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Two hundred years, a whole two hundred years.
Zhao Gongming's body went from full to withered, and then from withered to full again.
Zhao Gongming's physical body had almost completed an extreme sublimation under the huge physical millstone.
Every inch of his crushed and refined flesh was flowing with a mysterious luster. The power hidden within it emitted a wonderful melody.
The third cycle of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art had once again reached its peak after his physical body had ascended to immortality. Whether it was the strength, toughness, or power of his physical body, they had all increased explosively from the foundation of the second cycle.
The third transformation of the mystic technique could allow one to fight a Primordial Immortal without using Dharmic powers and spiritual treasures.
At this point, the strength of his physical body was already comparable to a supreme-grade immortal weapon, infinitely close to an ordinary Postnatal spirit treasure.
Zhao Gongming stood up and looked at his perfect body. He clenched his fist and waved it forward.
The punch landed in the air, causing a powerful explosion. The space trembled as if it was about to shatter.
Zhao Gongming smiled as he looked at the spatial ripples.
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