C1071 A Few
C1071 A Few
"It's just that many of the Martial Cultivator's foundation hasn't reached its peak yet, and it requires a God Level innate ability to make up for it."
"A freak like you doesn't need a God Level innate ability's help at all!"
"Of course, a Divine level innate ability will make it easier for you to become a Martial Emperor."
Qin Ming rubbed his nose. He didn't expect Wu Mo to call him a freak.
"Martial Emperor is the body and divine soul space, both of them have been cultivated to the extreme! As for the God Level innate ability, it can only play a supporting role!"
"So it's so easy to become a Martial Emperor!"
Qin Ming said with a smile. He had completely relaxed. With his current body strength and the strength of his divine soul, he was confident that he could become a Martial Emperor warrior!
"Easy?" Wu Mo sneered, as if he was mocking Qin Ming, but more like he was mocking himself, "If it's easy, there won't be so few Martial Emperor in this world!"
"Most of the Martial Cultivator and Spiritual Root's natural endowments aren't enough to become Martial Sovereign, let alone Martial Saint and Martial Emperor!"
"Even if the Spiritual Root's talent is enough, its talent in the Martial Dao might not be enough!"
"Furthermore, there are so many Martial Cultivator in the world, and most of them don't have any power or influence behind them. They need to fight for the resources themselves!"
"In the process of fighting, there is a slim chance of survival. Even if the Martial Cultivator survives in the end, it is very likely that they will miss the golden age of cultivation. In the end, they can only waste their entire lives!"
"There are countless Martial Cultivator in the world, but how many of them can become Martial Saint?"
"Not to mention Martial Emperor who dual cultivates in soul and soul!"
"Don't forget, dual soul and soul cultivation has a huge bottleneck. This bottleneck has blocked most of the Martial Cultivator that had the potential to break through to the Martial Saint realm."
"Most of the extremely talented Martial Cultivator chose the path of the Martial Emperor, but they couldn't even reach the Martial Saint realm. They could only regret it for the rest of their lives!"
Wu Mo shook his head as he spoke, "So... Martial Emperor can't be cultivated. It requires luck and talent. It can't be missing!"
"I have nurtured many Martial Cultivator with decent talent, and I wanted to nurture them into Martial Emperor. I wanted to give them Heavenly Extreme cultivation techniques and Heavenly Extreme body refining techniques, but in the end... none of them succeeded."
"I didn't even have the slightest hope!"
"Don't tell me that there isn't even a single person who can cultivate both body and martial arts to become a Martial Saint?" Qin Ming said in surprise. He had wanted to cultivate a few Martial Emperor warriors, but after hearing what Wu Mo said, he realized that cultivating a Martial Emperor warrior wasn't as simple as it seemed.
"Not even a single disciple has become a Martial Sovereign!" Wu Mo sighed and said, "Even if I provide them with a large amount of resources, they won't be able to become a Martial Sovereign."
"One must know that their natural endowments are able to become a Martial Saint. But now, because of their dual body and soul cultivation, they can't even break through to the Martial Sovereign realm."
"Ai..." Remembering the disciple who was delayed because of his mistake, Wu Mo shook his head and blamed himself.
He picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. His eyes were full of melancholy. "A small portion of those disciples started to give up on themselves because they could not take the blow. Some even committed suicide!"
"There were also disciples who were injured in body refinement, causing their foundation to be damaged. Their strength couldn't be improved at all, and they died of old age."
"Do you know how many of those disciples are still alive?" Raising his head, Wu Mo looked at Qin Ming and asked with a bitter smile.
Qin Ming asked, "How many?"
"Not a single one!"
"All dead!"
"They were all killed by me!" Picking up the wine pot, Wu Mo directly drank it down.