After all, becoming a Martial Saint is extremely dangerous and involves a high risk of death.
It takes most of a person's time and energy, and often takes dozens or even hundreds of years before becoming a Martial Saint. Moreover, during this process, one will often suffer a lot of injuries, leaving various hidden injuries in the body.
A true Martial Saint who lived for three hundred years was extremely rare throughout the ages and was merely a legend.
The reason why some people believe that the Martial Saint can live for three hundred years is because it has been carefully evaluated by a master.
If a martial saint is perfect and flawless and does not fight with others, he can almost live to that age, but that is only theoretical.
Throughout history, there has not been a single one that conforms to the theory.
Maybe there is, but it's not widely known.
From this perspective, the entire world cannot be considered a place of high martial arts. After all, only people at the level of Martial Saint can fly into the sky and hide underground. Moreover, they cannot elevate themselves infinitely, nor can they truly defeat an entire country alone. It cannot be considered a truly high martial arts place.
"But after many higher-level worlds in the future pay attention to this world, Daxia really feels that it is evolving into a world of high martial arts."
Zhang Mingtu muttered to himself. It could be said that he felt this kind of feeling most clearly.
Even though his cultivation seems simple and he basically doesn't fight with others, he keeps climbing up the ladder and is even 100% sure of becoming a Martial Saint and reaching a higher level.
But this does not mean that he has amazing talent and ability. Zhang Mingtu has always had a clear understanding that his talent and ability are not very high. In his early years, when he wanted to embark on the path of cultivation, he was despised by others. People thought that his cultivation was too poor and he was not qualified at all.
He is his future brother. Through repeated trials and tribulations between life and death, he has truly grown up and become different from others, and only then can he truly reach his current level.
His future brothers have spent many lives trying to make this journey. It cannot be said that they have escaped death nine times, it is far more than nine times.
One minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage. This is not just a saying.
Zhang Mingtu now looks very comfortable and relaxed, because he is standing on the shoulders of his future brothers.
"And in future battles like these, Martial Saints will spring up like mushrooms after rain, emerging one after another. While they won't be everywhere, their numbers have indeed increased significantly compared to before. Although they are acquired and have many flaws and shortcomings, they can truly be considered Martial Saints..."
Zhang Mingtu's future brother had a deep understanding of this, after all, he had killed a lot of people.
"And judging from the traces in various aspects, this world has already accumulated a certain amount of strength in various aspects, and is already progressing towards the level of mid-to-high-level martial arts!"
Whether it is the Yimu magic array or other knowledge accumulated about elixirs for cultivation, Daxia is not very bad, but Tianshendao is in a crushing posture in this regard.
The other party was able to reach the realm of Martial Saint very easily. Obviously, becoming a Martial Saint was not too difficult for him, although this was partly due to the entanglement of the Qi of Heaven and Earth and the reward from Heaven and Earth.
But the other party is very familiar with this step, and it is real.
"If we want to fight them, Daxia needs to increase its strength, but we also need to shift our thinking in another direction. Only the most powerful can contend with them, and only then can we truly fight them..."
This is not only Zhang Mingtu's understanding, but also the deepest understanding of his future brother who has fought in the north for many years.
The opponent can really form an army of one person, and one person can defeat thousands of troops. Large armies are not used to kill, but to increase the strength of the opponent and share the damage.
The other party's control over the military situation is among the best in the world.
Zhang Mingtu read all the words recorded in the Book of Life and Death: He thought Qi Guangji was an unprecedented genius. Even in areas where he was not good at, he had perfected the military situation handed down by the King of Western Chu to an incredible level. This was already enough to make him a monstrous being.
But what if the rumors back then said that the King of Western Chu’s military situation was known to the gods?
The other party was one of the origins of this lineage, and his mastery of this aspect was equally profound. Qi Guangji had to exhaust all his efforts to barely keep up with the other party's pace and changes. The other party had too much experience in this area...
Being a little bit worse than the opponent does not mean you have to admit defeat. Instead, for every bit worse, the number of deaths must be much higher than that of the opponent in order to be able to fight against the opponent.
Self, remember this new and improved military situation firmly. Perhaps it is not perfect enough, but it is a flower of death growing on death.
"The military situation..."
Zhang Mingtu lowered his head and stared. It was clearly written in black and white, but he seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the font.
The battlefield and cruelty of that future brother have been briefly described in the Book of Life and Death. Even though this future brother has the right time, place and people, it is still very difficult to fight against him. He may even lose everything if he is not careful, and he is almost killed by the opponent.
Zhang Mingtu remembered the military situation clearly, and then what appeared in the next round was not some technological innovation that could change the entire Daha, but the "Sword Classic".
"Hmm? Isn't this the accumulation of Yu Zhifu's lifelong experience?"
Zhang Mingtu raised his eyebrows. He had read the sword manual before.
In his early years, his future brothers were not strong enough, so they asked Yu Zhifu for advice many times. Later, they wrote the sword manual together.
Zhang Mingtu was not unfamiliar with this method.
"Haven't you already written it? Why are you writing it again?"
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