Immortal Martial God

Chapter 205 Broken Inspiration

Most importantly, these nicks only came from an instant of inspiration! Not only is inspiration not continuous, but many of them are abandoned.

It was as if a person was about to write an article. Normally, when he was living, an inspiration suddenly came to his mind and he hurriedly took out a pen and paper to write it down.

It is possible that this inspiration will be used in the future, but more often than not, this inspiration will be overturned to polish up new directions.

No one would seriously carve an entire chant on the wall, just like the Heavenly Dao Old Man.

Xiang Nan felt a headache when he saw the messy and illogical inspiration fragments.

"How are we going to sort this out?" Xiang Nan rubbed his temples. After a long time, he was still unwilling to give up, so he found some dust.

He dusted and buried the nicks he had made for the sake of carving them, and continued combing the rest.

Half a day had passed, and the entire cave had been completely filled with useless scars by Xiang Nan.

The remaining scars were still messy. Xiang Nan comprehended those inspirations based on his strong comprehension of martial arts. He discovered that the old man of the Heavenly Dao back then was actually bored. He had carved more than 30 inspirational essays on martial skills here.

"What an unparalleled genius." Xiang Nan sighed sincerely. Although he was strong in his previous life, he was strong in his martial dao physique, while the old man of the Heavenly Dao was strong in his innate terrifying comprehension of martial dao!

Unfortunately, most of these thirty kinds of martial skills were randomly created by the Heavenly Dao Old Man with fun in mind. They weren't finished at all. Some of them were thrown away at the beginning, while others didn't have a head or tail.

Xiang Nan continued to fill the ground and worked for an entire night before leaving behind the last martial skill.

This was a very strange martial skill. It was very different from the common martial skills. It did not have any specific martial skill moves, but was more like a long-term fantasy about martial skills.

The most troublesome thing was that this strange martial skill didn't even have an incantation, only a few words.

Xiang Nan simply sat down cross-legged, his eyes staring straight at the incomplete words and the simple patterns of the characters.

Such an incomplete nick was like a skeleton. Xiang Nan had to use his understanding of martial arts theory to fill the skeleton with flesh and blood before he could use it.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao Old Man had written an idea of a martial skill in his essay back then. Now that Xiang Nan wanted to perfect this idea, it was equivalent to two people from different eras surpassing the limits of the times and creating a martial skill together.

Whether he could succeed or not, this kind of experience was incomparably precious to Xiang Nan.

Based on his own knowledge, Xiang Nan began to ponder and perfect Zhang Haoran's thoughts. In fact, he had even modified some of his ideas in some inappropriate areas.

However, the more this happened, the more shocked Xiang Nan's heart became. That young Zhang Haoran's thoughts were truly unimaginable.

By the time this set of martial skills was almost done by Xiang Nan, three days had already passed.

However, it was only at the last moment that he realized that this strange martial skill was simply impossible to cultivate!

"This seems to be a … strange avatar technique." Xiang Nan frowned and muttered to himself, "But according to the sect master's inspiration, this avatar still lacks something."

It was like a person sketching a palace in the air in his mind. Of course, the idea was very good, but how could he let the palace float in the air? No specific solution was given.

Perhaps at that time, it was time for the Heavenly Dao Old Man to be punished to face the wall and think about it. He might have been released, or he might have succeeded in practicing, so he did not continue to write on the wall.

"What else is missing?" Xiang Nan was puzzled. Avatars were common, but most of them could only be used by high-level martial artists. For example, Divine Martial Realm or even Half-Saint realm martial artists. They would usually cultivate one or more avatars, but that wasn't a martial skill.

The Heavenly Dao Old Man, on the other hand, used a martial skill to split up an external avatar for a short period of time. This external avatar quickly disappeared, and it was not a true avatar.

This external avatar could not be achieved by circulating Yuan Qi, but required another method to activate it.

As Xiang Nan thought about it, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said in surprise, "Seal! That's right, I can activate my avatar by forming a seal!"

Isn't the Thunder King Seal just such a method?

Thinking of this, Xiang Nan's heart pounded wildly. He had a bold idea, he wanted to create the seventh seal of the Thunder King Seal!

Just do it!

Xiang Nan immediately recalled everything about the Thunder King Seal in his mind, and combined it with theoretical starting point of the Heavenly Dao Old Man's strange avatar technique.

One was the arrogant Heavenly Thunder Martial King, and the other was the arrogant Heavenly Dao Old Man. Xiang Nan had gathered two types of inspiration for the two of them.

He took out a pen and paper, wrote and drew on the paper, continuously overturned the incantation he had created, and constantly thought of new ways.

Time passed bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, Xiang Nan was imprisoned here. It was already the sixth day.

On this day, Xiang Nan finally let out a long sigh of relief. Looking at the dense writing on the paper and the pile of paper lying on the ground, his heart was a little uncertain.

"I wonder if this set of incantations written by me will be able to take shape."

This martial skill was created by the three of them, but the most difficult part was still Xiang Nan. The reason for that was because the two of them were only irresponsibly proposing inspiration, and Xiang Nan was trying to realize their inspiration.

Thus, Xiang Nan stood up. His hands began to pinch out strange shapes, and he began to clash, collude, entangle, struggle, pull, and make even more strange movements.

As a result, he felt a strange power slowly taking shape in his body.

"It really works!" Xiang Nan was delighted, but because of this distraction, he failed again.

"Again!"

He did not tire of it, trying again and again, forming seals for two days and two nights in a row, constantly improving and perfecting.

It was the eighth day of his imprisonment

When Xiang Nan's hands formed a complete set of hand seals, he felt a shadow flash in the corner of his eyes.

Another slowly swaying Xiang Nan came out from Xiang Nan's main body with a whoosh!

This Xiang Nan avatar was almost identical to Xiang Nan, but it was a little drifting, like a person in a painting, not as real as a living person.

Xiang Nan looked at his avatar and sucked in a breath of cold air.

He could actually sense the world through his avatar's eyes, ears, and even his entire body!

However, in such a shocked manner, the avatar quickly disappeared.

"I really succeeded!" Xiang Nan excitedly patted his thigh, "Again!"

Using martial skills to create an avatar had already succeeded, but to maintain the avatar, one needed to focus on two things.

This dual-purpose skill was not something that could be cultivated with just hard work. What was needed was sufficient talent.