Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm-Chapter 585 - Elephant God’s Bind!

Chapter 585: Elephant God’s Bind!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Throne of Six—or as one would put it, Seven Holies, the Three Realms.

In fact, the plaque nailed over the front gates had been altered to one that read ‘The Throne of Seven Holies’ following Jiang He’s ascension.

Within, the Primeval Lord of Heaven and the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness were playing chess.

“Senior Brother, most of the Three Realms’ people have returned recently. Do we withdraw the war bases that we’ve built halfway out there as well?” asked the Primeval Lord of Heaven even as he moved his chess pieces.

The Celestial Battlefield was the battlegrounds of innumerable races after all, where galactic hegemon races such as the Gods, Demons, and the Three Realms had built their war bases.

“Recall them,” said the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness as he made his move as well. “After they’ve all returned, reach out to the Celestial Court and arranged for a select group to be sent into the Celestial Battlefield for trial and cultivation.”

He was naturally referring to the five great trial grounds in the Celestial Battlefield, which only admitted Heavenly Immortals, True Immortals, Golden Immortals, Grand Luo, and Demi-Saints respectively.

All five were Secret Realms that formed naturally, containing the mysteries of the Cosmos and its Edict. It was hence protected by the Cosmos itself, and only cultivators of the corresponding tiers would be able to enter each battlefield.

Even the Saints themselves had to adhere to that rule—if any of them forced their way through, even the likes of the Demon-God Emperor would have to pay a severe price.

Still, each of those battlefields was incredibly vast and rich in resources, which is why many cultivators could be sent in at once. When that happened, even if the Demon-God Emperor lost his mind and would lead the Saints of their two races in an assault of the Three Realms, they would be able to keep their damage to a minimum.

And now, as the two Saints played on, they discussed their many setups.

Glancing to the skies beyond and making a divination, the True Lord of Morality could not help chuckling. “At least the kid has calmed down this time and didn’t mess around after he went outside… I guess he would know fear too.”

The Primeval Lord of Heaven stroked his beard and smiled as well.

Soon, however, the face of the True Lord of Morality twitched as he exclaimed in surprise, “Why would the Demon-God Emperor visit the Machine race?”

Though he was only divining on Jiang He, he faintly caught the presence of the Demon-God Emperor.

Given the level of the Demon-God Emperor, even the True Lord of Morality would only be able to divine his general location with his exceptional skill in divination. Still, the only thing he was sure about at the moment was that the Demon-God Emperor was not at the God Realm, but at the Machines’ territory instead.

That discovery left the True Lord of Morality’s expression somber.

The worst-case scenario he could expect had occurred…

After all, the Machines’ old bucket of bolts did not belong to the Realms Proper. He had come from beyond the Chaos, building a brand-new race and making his mark in the Realms Proper before leading them to rise through the ranks as one of hegemon races… it was only natural that he was not as simple as he looked.

***

In the center of the world within Jiang He’s body, there was a planet that was ten times the size of Earth, but with ecosystems, landscape, and appearance holding an eighty percent resemblance to Earth.

Jiang He named it the Blue Star, and it was also where Dumbo and the others usually dwelled.

Jiang He’s Demi-Saint slaves lived near Blue Star, having picked a planet each as their dwelling and could usually be found cultivating. If there was anything he needed, Jiang He just needed a thought to move them outside.

As for the Sky Horses, Bloods, and other weaker races, Jiang He simply handed them to the celestial court.

Since he had already used them to earn Farm Points and EXP, keeping a hostile race such as them was meaningless. He therefore might as well leave them to the Celestial Court and have the Jade Emperor appropriate them into suicide squads, which would certainly make for weapons of mass destructions.

In the end, Jiang He had exceedingly high standards toward his crops. After planting and strengthening them, they would at least be Golden Immortal-intermediate, with Grand Luo occupying the majority. Combining individuals of both tiers therefore would combine a legion of several millions.

It was only imaginable how horrific a legion of millions which was at least Golden Immortal-advanced would be, with Grand Luo fighters occupying a quarter of that number…

Indeed, no one aside from Jiang He could amass so many Grand Luo.

On another note, Jiang He had not meddled with the native creatures of the world in his body, allowing them to evolve as they will, aside from that single-cell organism he had previously altered with his Creation Power.

That thing now dwelled within the oceans of Blue Star, having metamorphized into a draconic creature that had horns and claws. However, its body was still covered in fish scales, and some of its distinct features as a marine lifeform did not regress.

Dumbo named it the Dragonfish.

Aside from that, there was also a bamboo forest on Blue Star, which had been there back when the world in Jiang He’s body and his Farm were still separate. Still, the purple bamboo evolved unusually and was now shining in purple radiance, looking as if it was a field of purple divine light from afar.

Still the bamboo did not change much, and were as thick as an adult man’s arm, standing over ten meters.

Their hardness, however, had improved to the point that each could match a superior-grade immortal item, and one could forge a premium-grade immortal item out of it after chopping it down.

Still, it was only natural that Jiang He would not destroy his bamboo forest over a few premium-grade immortal items.

Since his villa was just beside the bamboo forest, would it not be better for him to sit around and admire the view?

***

At present, inside Jiang He’s manor, beside the artificial lake and under the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment, Jiang He was holding a pencil, pondering on how to create his Saint cultivation method.

“Immortal arts…”

“I don’t really have to create a cultivation method specific for Sainthood, since it is a path of Dao enlightenment, and would rely on Dao power at this stage. For my part, I just had to observe the creation of worlds, growth of plants and use Esoteric Word: Dimension to strengthen my enlightenment towards temporal Dao, and wasting more brain cells over it is just unnecessary.

That was why Jiang He decided to create a cultivation method for martial arts, which in turn stumped him.

The martial arts novels he read before tend to be of lower levels, and those techniques familiar to him was not helpful as references… so it was too weak!

“Martial arts… what about the Heart Mantra?”

“Nope… it is a good choice among cultivation techniques, but insignificant for his current level…”

After racking his brains, Jiang He suddenly remembered a certain great author’s high fantasy novel.

It was similar to martial arts novels during the first part, but from Jiang He’s perspective, the author merely added some special effects so that it was categorized as one of the superior martial arts…

“What was it called?”

“Elephant Gods’ Bind?”

“I think that’s it…”

Jiang He had forgotten most of the specifics about the cultivation method, but web novel authors never write mnemonic chants or sketch poses of different moves like good old Jin Yong.

Moreover, he was merely borrowing inspiration from it, and he just need a general idea—why bother with the specifics?

“I think the original text goes… imbuing qi to psyche, molding psyche into an elephant, and hence gain an elephant’s might. A man’s form, the eight hundred and forty million particles, once each particle’s potential is awakened, they would all possess the elephant’s might. Complete awakening means power equal to the Elephant God, moving heaven and earth, felling stars with a roll and plucking cosmic bodies… within a single thought…”

“But who heck is the Elephant God?”

“Is he powerful?”

“As for eight hundred and forty million particles… does that refer to cells in a human body? Does that mean each cell would have the power of the Elephant God when they finish cultivating it?”

Jiang He wrote down those words, and then tilted his head in consideration, before deciding to adjust it. “imbuing qi to psyche, molding psyche into an elephant, and hence gain an elephant’s might. A man’s form, the eight hundred and forty million particles, and once each particle’s potential is awakened, they would all possess the cosmic might…”

“The world in my body is a cosmic body on its own, and if I cultivated until each of my eight hundred and forty million particles is strong as a star… Who could stop my punch that contains the force of eight hundred and forty million stars?”