Chapter 711: First Perfection

Understanding the world through numbers and Dao symbols is a huge challenge in itself. The Master of the Haotian Temple gave a total of more than 200 formulas to explain the Great Dao of this world.

Each formula represents a point of the Great Dao. However, the Great Dao is endless, and it is impossible to exhaust everything in the world. Even an immortal can only reach the extreme in one aspect, or a few aspects, and then ascend by this, transcend the constraints of the world, and reach a higher level, from then on looking down on all living beings.

Wei Yuan can only try his best to record all the data and study and analyze it slowly after returning.

The Master of the Haotian Temple is equivalent to putting the principles that an Imperial Landscape would take hundreds of years to cultivate in front of Wei Yuan in one afternoon. And any few of these Great Dao truths are treasures of the sect in sects below the second rank, which cannot be heard by anyone other than the sect master's successor.

In many first-rank cave-heaven sects, these are also secret techniques, or require accumulating a huge amount of so-called contributions and merits to exchange.

Therefore, the Master of the Haotian Temple is equivalent to putting all the heritage of a blessed land sect in front of Wei Yuan. If calculated in Heavenly Merit, it would be at least in the tens of thousands. Wei Yuan desperately memorized, copying with mortal fireworks while memorizing.

Wolong and Fengchu were silent, copying silently.

Wei Yuan soon discovered that the simpler the principles represented by the formulas, the harder they were to understand. The complex ones were easier to understand.

Understanding the essence of the world's Great Dao is just the beginning. What is more difficult is the calculation of the void world where the Mind-Reflection World is located. That really left Wei Yuan at a loss, completely relying on numbers and Dao symbols to understand, which was beyond the scope of normal perception and spiritual sense.

Wei Yuan instinctively felt that perhaps changing his own Dharma body, such as learning to think with different parts like Feng Tingyu, might have miraculous effects.

The calculation of the Mind-Reflection World is not the most difficult. The most difficult is calculating how to locate the world where the Mind-Reflection World is located from this world, as well as describing the connection and even transformation between the two. The Master of the Haotian Temple only mentioned this part slightly and gave a few concepts without going deep. Perhaps he knew that even if he wrote it, Wei Yuan wouldn't understand it.

The half-day course ended in a blink of an eye, and Wei Yuan was already impressed by the Master of the Haotian Temple.

Great problems were understood as soon as they were seen in his eyes, and refined as soon as they were met, without the need for thinking. And Wei Yuan felt that just memorizing these was already exhausting and headache-inducing, let alone thinking.

When walking out of the side hall, Wei Yuan was very confused and didn't understand what he had actually learned in this half day. It seemed that he had learned a lot, but if he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he hadn't learned anything.

At this time, Wei Yuan suddenly had a very disrespectful thought: How will Ancestor Xuan Yue ascend to immortality in the future? The Ancestor seems, probably, should, definitely not understand these formulas.

But from Tinghai and Yan Shi above, to the True Lords of each hall below, everyone was full of confidence in Xuan Yue's ascension to immortality. It seemed that when the time came, it would be a matter of course, as simple as eating and drinking. Could it be...

Wei Yuan hurriedly eliminated the words "the stupid have stupid luck" that popped up, leaving no trace.

On the way back to the town city, Wei Yuan saw a flying boat flying slowly in front, also heading towards the town city. This was a flying boat from Qingming, and it was still loaded with military equipment and supplies, with no troops.

Wei Yuan followed the flying boat back to the town city, killed several Liao tribesmen who wanted to sneak attack along the way, and arrived smoothly.

This flying boat brought dozens of cannons, and the rest were ammunition. The battle consumed too much ammunition, and no matter how much came, it was not enough, so the seven flying boats shuttling back and forth were almost all used to transport ammunition.

On the return trip, in addition to tens of thousands of corpses, there were a thousand elites from Qingming on the flying boat. These people had participated in multiple bloody battles, and Wei Yuan was preparing to replace them in batches to rest, and let other troops take over.

When the flying boat disappeared into the horizon, the Liao tribe began a new round of offensive. But this time the Liao cavalry encountered big trouble. Flying swords shot from countless small strongholds, and the artillery fire became more fierce. The trenches everywhere made it impossible for the Liao cavalry to charge. The human race scurried around in the trenches like mice, making it difficult to aim.

At this time, the Liao tribe discovered that they could no longer take advantage of the shooting against the human race.

The Liao tribe split into several cavalry teams to harass the hinterland of the Grand Void Gate, but as long as they dared to penetrate deep, they would be bombarded by large-scale mountain gate Dao techniques, suffering huge casualties. Each town city was a node of the mountain gate array. If these town cities were not pulled out, it would be difficult to effectively compress the mountain gate array.

After the first wave of offensive experienced heavy casualties, the Liao tribe changed their strategy. A large number of elite Liao tribesmen put on iron armor, rushed into the trenches, and began the fierce hand-to-hand combat they were not good at.

The Liao tribe was naturally stronger than the human race. Although foot combat was not their strong point, shooting against the human defense line composed of strongholds and trenches was simply suicide. Rushing into the trenches for foot combat could narrow the damage ratio.

So relying on the charge of mutual destruction in the second half, the Liao tribe finally pushed the casualty ratio to around four for the whole day.

In this battle, the Dao soldiers suffered more than 20,000 casualties, while the Liao army lost 100,000. Wei Yuan frowned, very worried. The number of Dao soldiers in the Grand Void Gate was not large, and now the reserve troop source was nearing exhaustion, and the replenishment was getting less and less.

Although Wei Yuan's Seventh Town achieved quite eye-catching results, other directions were not so smooth. Some town cities suffered heavy losses, and the casualties were close to the Liao tribe.

He Fang saw Wei Yuan's expression and comforted him: "Junior Brother actually doesn't need to worry. Even if the Liao tribe knows that entering the trenches for hand-to-hand combat is the most effective fighting method, it is difficult to sustain. This is different from cavalry shooting. Entering the trenches for hand-to-hand combat is filling with lives.

After one battle, the surviving veterans must be extremely resistant and will never be willing to do it again. And when other troops hear about it, their will to fight is also questionable. The Liao barbarians are also flesh and blood, and they will also be afraid of death. They are the ones who came to attack us. I believe this kind of life-for-life fighting method cannot be sustained."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan felt a little more relaxed, and then urgently ordered Qingming to add a batch of inventory directional flying sword mines in the new transport flying boat. This weapon should be quite effective in trench warfare.

As soon as the battle ended, Wei Yuan went to the Northern Shanmen, wanting to see if he could apply for a few more flying boats. The transport capacity of the existing seven flying boats was already stretched.

In Qingming, another flying boat from the Northern Shanmen arrived. A group of porter laborers unloaded large wooden boxes, moved them onto trucks, and then transported them to the Reincarnation Furnace.

When unloading from the truck, a wooden box suddenly fell, rolled a circle, and the side wall broke. What fell out of it was actually all Liao tribe corpses!

A group of laborers and porters were dumbfounded, and many passing cultivators also stopped to watch, with strange expressions on their faces.

Several cultivators maintaining order flew over quickly, dispersed the onlookers, and shouted: "What are you looking at! Go back to work, is everyone idle?"

A young Dao Foundation cultivator stiffened his neck and said: "What if I look? What qualifications do you have to manage me? I am also a Dao Foundation, not worse than you. What qualifications do you have to point fingers here?"

The cultivator maintaining order was furious, directly drew his magic sword, and shouted: "Unauthorized prying into secrets, not following orders, I think you are a spy sent by another country! Come here, take him down with me, take him back for interrogation, and verify his identity!"

The young cultivator was also a stubborn temper and shouted: "If you want to add a crime, why worry about no excuse! You say convict, you convict. You have such great prestige! Why, are you the father of the Domain Lord?"

The cultivator next to him hurriedly pulled him and said: "Be careful!"

The young cultivator shouted: "Am I not right? Qingming has laws. This guy says convict, he convicts. Who does he think he is?"

The cultivator in charge of order grinned and gritted his teeth: "A mere template waste, I want to see how many moves you can take under my hands!"

He drew his magic sword and was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard a cold voice from the side: "Stop! Take everyone back for review!"

The crowd turned their heads and saw a Dao Foundation warrior in a black-bottomed red-trimmed military uniform standing in the air, expressionless. Everyone shivered instantly.

Now Qingming cultivators all knew that the Dao Foundation warriors wearing specially designed captain uniforms were avatar puppets left by Wei Yuan, so naturally they didn't dare to resist and obediently followed him away.

Another Dao Foundation warrior appeared, directing the porters to repack and seal the corpses and push them into the Reincarnation Furnace.

Several months passed in a hurry, and the north was already in the late summer.

Wei Yuan went to listen to the lecture every seven days, and the rest of the time, besides fighting, he was trying hard to study the Great Dao of the world, struggling in the ocean of numbers and Dao symbols, which was extremely painful, even more tormenting than taking elixirs back then.

After all, taking elixirs was passive, and it would pass if you endured it. Studying the Great Dao was active self-abuse, which was completely different.

After several months of bloody battles, the Liao tribe's offensive did not decrease, and hundreds of thousands of corpses had been sent into the Reincarnation Furnace. The chaotic energy around the mortal fireworks also gradually increased.

On this day, Han Li and Long Wushuang, who were practicing hard in the Fighting Saint Pavilion, suddenly felt that one of the invisible shackles wrapped around their bodies had disappeared. Their long-suppressed cultivation base began to erupt, the Dao Foundation produced spirituality, and they finally entered the late stage of the Dao Foundation.

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