Super Dragon Cultivation System

0At this moment, Zhang Xing and the Fifth Heavenly Mountain had been meditating in silence for six years. During this period of time, he hadn't moved at all, as if he had turned into a rock.    

    

In the first year, Zhang Xing's body was covered in dust and dried leaves. Every day, he would be blown by the wind of nature, and he would be washed by the rain every few days.    

    

He looked like a piece of dead wood.    

    

An ordinary sparrow was laying and hatching on Zhang Xing's hair, until the sparrow was born and grew up.    

    

The next year, Zhang Xing's body was covered in a thick layer of mud.    

    

A mouse dug a hole in the mud under his feet and set up camp.    

    

In the third year, Zhang Xing had become a pile of mud.    

    

A group of mountain wolves often lay beside him and basked in the sun.    

    

In the fourth year, Zhang Xing had almost become a rock.    

    

A rock eating beast circled around him for a few days and bit off the hard soil covering the outside. It wanted to eat the stone inside, but the two front teeth of the rock eating beast had been grinded off a layer. It did not even chew off a layer of skin.    

    

In the fifth year, a flying tree seed landed beside Zhang Xing. Back then, it germinated and grew. In the sixth year, it had grown into a small tree.    

    

All the dragons in Dragon Island took some time to glance at Zhang Xing before continuing to fight.    

    

They knew that Zhang Xing was comprehending everything he had learned, and was even cultivating the Ten Thousand Dragon Art.    

    

No dragon came to disturb him.    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that all the dragons were familiar with Zhang Xing, they would have thought that Zhang Xing had passed away in meditation.    

    

It was very difficult for outsiders to feel the majestic and majestic divine power hidden within Zhang Xing's body.    

    

On the last day of the sixth year, Zhang Xing suddenly opened his eyes.    

    

However, his eyes regarded everything as nothing, as if he was immersed in some kind of artistic conception.    

    

"Boss has woken up!"    

    

All the dragons fighting on Dragon Island stopped, and looked at Zhang Xing curiously.    

    

Zhang Xing stood still for a moment, then he began to practice the boxing one by one.    

    

"This is the 19th style of the Dragon Fist!"    

    

Each of his moves was gentle and slow, as if he didn't use any Divine Power to perform them. However, those seemingly powerless punches and punches made all the dragons feel incomparably terrifying.    

    

"Something's not right! Boss hasn't woken up yet. He's..."    

    

Black Treasure scratched his ears and cheeks. It was as if he didn't know what to say next.    

    

"That kind of magical concept!"    

    

Saint One thought for a moment before adding.    

    

"Right, right, right. It's that kind of miraculous Concept that Boss mentioned. According to Boss' guess, that's very likely a Great Dao to enter the Divine King Realm."    

    

When the other dragons heard this, they did not make a sound. They looked outside curiously.    

    

Zhang Xing did not cultivate the Myriad Dragon Art like the dragons had guessed over the years.    

    

Zhang Xing didn't have the strength to cultivate the second stage of the Ten Thousand Dragon Art, and his realm wasn't high enough.    

    

However, it was extremely difficult for him to improve his cultivation base and comprehend other Dao techniques and divine abilities.    

    

He knew everything he needed to know. For example, the Ten Great Heavenly Daos, some of the Nine Nines Great Daos, and the Hundred Thousand Minor Daos.    

    

He had comprehended all of them through the foundation of the magic.    

    

It could be said that he had mastered all of them, but none of them had reached a level that he was especially proficient in.    

    

This did not mean that he was lazy and did not cultivate. It was because of the problem of time.    

    

He had learned too much, too complicated.    

    

He had realized this problem a long time ago and had been thinking of ways to master one.    

    

Helpless, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to take half a step forward.    

    

Thus, he could only try to comprehend the mysterious and unfathomable path to the Divine King Realm.    

    

At this moment, his mental journey was different from the last time.    

    

This time, he did not use the perspective of a bystander to look around and experience everything he saw in the vast starry sky.    

    

Instead, it was as if he was walking on the bumpy road leading to the Divine King Realm.    

    

In the eyes of all the dragons, Zhang Xing was neither fast nor slow, practicing the Nineteenth Move of the Dragon Fist, one move at a time.    

    

But in fact, Zhang Xing was walking in a meteor shower that blocked his way.    

    

Those moves were the scene of him opening up a path and sweeping away the meteors.    

    

The Dragon Fist at this moment was very different from the past. It didn't have that magnificent Dragon Qi, nor did it have that violent dragon shadow. It only had that simple punch.    

    

However, this punch wasn't only limited to crushing mountains and rivers, it also seemed to be able to crush all the stars in the sky and break every single layer below the sixth level of the World of Gods.    

    

Eighteen forms of the Dragon Fist were completed. The nineteenth form began.    

    

Eighteen dragon shadows appeared, but they didn't swim in the sky. Instead, they merged into one and wrapped around his body, as if they were one with him.    

    

Boom!    

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The entire sky suddenly shook. His entire body suddenly emitted an indescribable aura. It was like a True Dragon, and its power was boundless!    

    

Then, he threw out a punch. There was still no magnificent divine might, but his body suddenly erupted with an even more powerful vitality.    

    

Ka...    

    

A burst of violent bone grinding sounds was heard. Zhang Xing's cultivation level went from the initial-stage of the Sixth Level God Realm to the intermediate-stage.    

    

However, Zhang Xing still did not wake up. His fist force changed, and his body instantly disappeared from where he stood. He then began to practice the various divine passageways and techniques of the ten great Heavenly Daos.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Xing encountered the alien race in his domain, and he was surrounded.    

    

These alien races had strange appearances, and they looked like gods, devils, and ghosts. The divine abilities they cultivated were different from the Homo sapiens, but their strength wasn't weak at all.    

    

Zhang Xing was fighting with great difficulty...    

    

His figure was moving through time and space with the teleportation. As he moved, the bodies of these alien races shattered like porcelain.    

    

But there were too many alien races. If this continued, who knew when he would be able to kill them all.    

    

Therefore, Zhang Xing began to use the Dao of Five Elements, wind, rain, lightning and other types of attacks.    

    

Countless alien races were annihilated in his Dao!    

    

This battle had been going on for countless years, crossing countless planets.    

    

Zhang Xing finally opened up a path and slaughtered his way out.    

    

In the real world, the dragons only saw him repeating the The Art of Divine Ability time and time again.    

    

In the end, it was always the The Art of Divine Ability. With just a wave of his hand, wind, rain, thunder and lightning appeared at the same time. Metal, wood, water, fire and other divine passageways appeared.    

    

Moreover, these divine passageways were like the ordinary natural landscape of a world.    

    

Just like when Zhang Xing was meditating, the wind, rain, and lightning washed over him. Birds built nests above his head, earth Rats settled at his feet, and ants passed by him. ......    

    

Everything was so natural!    

    

This was a strange state where Zhang Xing had fully devoted himself to entering the realm of nature.    

    

In our magical universe, the world is constantly changing.    

    

When it rains in the south of the Fifth Heaven, it snows in the north. The Fourth Heaven may be clear for ten thousand miles, the Third Heaven may be the rain and snow that flashes with lightning, the Second Heaven may be the turbulent waves of the ocean, and the First Heaven may not be able to drop a drop of water. A thousand years of drought...    

    

These scenes were the emotions of nature, and it was not something that could be interfered with by humans.    

    

However, at this moment, Zhang Xing had deeply comprehended the realm of nature. Although it was only limited to the ecosystem of the mortal world and was far from understanding the universe's nature that was beyond this realm, it was enough for him.    

    

In this strange state, he was a god. He was the master of a world. With a wave of his hand, he could display the magnificent scene of nature.    

    

Hong!    

    

Zhang Xing's Aura suddenly changed again. The cultivation level went from the middle of the sixth stage to the late stage.