Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

The wilderness.

Jiang Ning stood at the bottom of the pit, bending over, his palm resting on the silver armor of the Silver Armored Heavenly Soldier.

His five fingers gently exerted force, the tendons in his fingers taut, as they pressed down on the Heavenly Soldier’s silver armor.

The silver armor felt cold to the touch, and even with his fingers exerting force, it still had an indestructible texture.

His fingers traced over the surface of the silver armor, marking its fist imprints and scratches.

Those fist imprints and scratches varied in depth, with none truly breaking through the silver armor.

Afterward, he slightly closed his eyes, a strand of Divine Sense emanating from his palm and permeating the Heavenly Soldier’s body, probing carefully.

In an instant, everything became clear to him.

He opened his eyes, a hint of realization flashing across them.

"A special stone within, its energy depleted, causing the array pattern to fall silent," he muttered, "The energy stone within the Heavenly Soldier should be the Immortal Stone recorded in ancient books. Now, even something from the Ancient Heavenly Court like this war puppet soldier can’t withstand the erosion of time and the changes of heaven and earth. In the Ancient Era, with the energy stone, it could fight for a long time, but now it was exhausted by me in such a short duration!"

He shook his head, looking away.

He knew that, regardless, he had won.

Without its energy core, the current Heavenly Soldier was nothing more than scrap metal.

He immediately exerted force with both arms, lifting the soldier’s remnants from the pit.

In an instant, the tense muscles in his arms became extremely noticeable, with clear definition.

Though this over-one-zhang-tall remnant had become completely silent, its weight remained astonishing.

He simply weighed it and knew it exceeded ten thousand jins.

But to him now, ten thousand jins were nothing.

Holding the Heavenly Soldier, his form shifted, appearing before another collapsed hill.

The dust before the hill had long settled, and amidst the pile of rubble lay another Silver Armored Heavenly Soldier, half buried, with most of its body covered in debris.

Its chest armor bore the silver halberd he had just thrown.

He advanced, grasping the halberd’s shaft, and pulled it out forcefully.

"Clang—"

The silver halberd emerged with the sound, generating wisps of tiny electric arcs, and the Heavenly Soldier’s body trembled slightly, leaving an obvious gap in its chest armor.

"Pierced one foot three; indeed, without the supply of Immortal Stone energy, the Heavenly Soldier’s defensive power has visibly diminished!" he murmured as he looked at the obvious gap.

Afterward, he casually planted the silver halberd aside, replicating the process to drag this Heavenly Soldier out from the rubble, holding its silver halberd too.

He laid the two Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers side by side on the ground; their bodies, at this moment, were covered with fist imprints and scratches, all remnants from the fierce battle just now.

Now, the silver armor on the soldiers dimmed, scars covered it, no longer possessing its former mighty and domineering aura.

He casually thrust the two silver halberds into the ground.

Standing between the two soldiers, he lowered his head in contemplation, his gaze revealing deep thought.

He could roughly surmise that the true purpose of the attack by the two soldiers was not aimed at him, but to use him to lure out the Martial Saint behind him.

In this era, anyone capable of deploying Heavenly Soldiers—such formidable war puppets from the Ancient Heavenly Court—could not be an ordinary Immortal’s Grotto Heaven.

"Although in today’s battle I didn’t reveal all my trump cards, the power I displayed likely exceeded their expectations. Heart Tribulation Fire, the regenerative power of the blood and flesh authority, the Dragon and Tiger Golden Core, and other strategies were likely all noted by the hidden observers."

"In future confrontations, the crises will surely not be limited to just two Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers!"

"Moreover, soon the Martial Saint’s time is nigh. Once he passes, the world will rear its chaos. These Cave Heaven Immortals, dormant for eight hundred years, will not miss this opportunity."

As he pondered, his mind constantly flashed with ideas.

A moment later, he composed himself, refocusing his gaze on the remnants of the two Heavenly Soldiers before him.

"Moving forward, I need to quicken my pace. The cultivation of the Spirit Platform Grotto’s True Self Method must not stop; both body and spirit must rapidly strengthen to reach the level the Martial Saint mentioned. But the source point... is a significant issue!"

As of now, even the resources of a county city hardly contributed much to his source point accumulation.

Suddenly, an inspiration struck him.

His gaze immediately locked on the Heavenly Soldier before him.

He had just probed that the Silver Armored Heavenly Soldier, from top to bottom, was crafted entirely from a Divine Iron he had never encountered.

Indestructible, it could nearly disregard any attack of the same level.

In the Heavenly Soldier’s prime, none of his attacks could leave any traces on these two soldiers.

Marks were only left later due to the insufficient supply of Immortal Stone energy within, causing the soldier’s power to decline, along with the silver halberd matching the soldier’s structural material.

"I wonder if this soldier’s remnant body, entirely forged of Divine Iron, could be digested and converted to my source point?"

The thought passing through his mind grew increasingly feasible.

Since before, he had already refined several special minerals and Divine Metal meteors.

The soldier now lacked the Immortal Stone’s energy supply, its body no longer as indestructible as before.

His fists could leave imprints, and the long halberd could leave scratches. A final full-force throw could penetrate the soldier’s body one foot three in depth.

A thought flashed through his mind.

His gaze shifted to the two silver halberds planted in the ground beside him.

He reached out, grasped one, and exerted a little force.

The earth parted like soft tofu.

"Same material; without energy supply, gradually partitioning the soldier’s remnant shouldn’t be difficult!" he whispered while glancing at the silver halberd in his hand and then at the soldier’s remnant body.

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