"The path of a Sword Immortal lies in possessing unique beliefs and spiritual power..."
Fang Ming flipped through a book, a sword manual from the Sword Immortal Guild, detailing the methods of cultivating the Sword Immortal path.
This manual placed great emphasis on the word "belief," using it to restrain spiritual power, bringing it under one's control, and thus greatly increasing one's mastery.
When mastery reached its peak, the level of the Sword Immortal profession would naturally increase.
This seemed to have some resonance with the spiritual martial arts of the martial world, and Fang Ming found the manual quite interesting, studying it in depth.
The manual had indeed contributed to his progression from level sixty-five to sixty-eight.
The Sword Immortal Guild, as an organization, allowed its members free access to numerous widely applicable general sword manuals and provided suitable training grounds for practicing Sword Immortal flying sword techniques.
Fang Ming had trained there many times.
During his training, Fang Ming displayed exceptional talent and intelligence. Coupled with his young age and significant achievements, he quickly became a focal point of attention within the guild, earning considerable respect and admiration.
He even received guidance from many high-level Sword Immortals.
Although these high-level Sword Immortals felt a direct aversion towards him due to the world's malice, upon learning that Fang Ming had become an intermediate Sword Immortal at such a young age, this ill feeling rapidly transformed into admiration.
They were naturally willing to teach Fang Ming, investing in him with the expectation of future returns.
With mentors to guide him, Fang Ming trained and studied this knowledge even more diligently.
As he poured his heart and soul into learning the knowledge of the Sword Immortal Guild and embarking on the path of a professional in the upper world,
Fang Ming was surprised to discover that the world's hostility towards him, that sense of aversion, was not slowly increasing, but rather decreasing.
If before he felt like an outsider, as if he had entered this world and didn't belong,
Now, that feeling was gradually disappearing.
It seemed the world's will no longer viewed him as an enemy, but was slowly beginning to accept him as one of its own.
"What is happening?"
"What have I done?"
Fang Ming pondered and realized that what he had been doing was precisely integrating himself into this world's cultivation system, becoming a professional.
It was precisely his desire to become a professional that was slowly improving the world's will's perception of him.
The world's malice had now decreased.
Perhaps, as Fang Ming continued to practice the sword manual and cultivate this world's professions, the world's will would directly consider him one of its own.
Observing this,
Fang Ming had an epiphany.
"Before, I killed more than ten constables, more than ten bandits and mountain thieves, and that drew an increase in the world's malice."
"This wasn't because these constables, bandits, and mountain thieves held such important positions in this world, but because I was an outsider, naturally ostracized by this world."
"And when I, an outsider, become one of its own, I will naturally no longer be ostracized by this world."
"So that's how it is. So, this world operates on this kind of mechanism..."
Fang Ming had finally found a way to exploit a loophole.
This meant that the time he could endure would be greatly extended.
In fact, he might not need to endure at all, and could reside in this world for a long time.
...
This was a vast world.
Within this vast world, there was a Buddha, a colossal Buddha.
The colossal Buddha's height was immeasurable, billions of zhang.
He had reached level one hundred and fifty-two in both the Buddha and Deity professions!
Level one hundred and fifty-two!
The further a professional cultivated, the higher their professional level, and the greater the disparity in strength.
Levels like ten or twenty, while making one significantly stronger than ordinary people, allowing them to fight ten or a hundred, still rendered them vulnerable to firearms.
Only after reaching level thirty could one claim not to be injured by ordinary people with firearms.
Only at level forty could one truly disregard bullets and possess the strength to crush ordinary people in numbers. At this point, they could no longer be defeated by mere numbers or weapons.
The gap between levels one and ten, or twenty, was not that significant.
However, the gap between level twenty and forty was immense.
Beings at level seventy or eighty could destroy an entire continent, already appearing as gods or immortals in the eyes of ordinary people.
One could imagine how powerful a colossal Buddha at level one hundred and fifty-two would be.
It was a level beyond mortal comprehension.
Even the Ascension realm in the Kyushu world was only around level one hundred and twenty.
At level one hundred and fifty-two, one could even make a name for themselves in the True Immortal Realm, that boundless realm of infinitesimal dust.
Naturally, the colossal Buddha could also detect the presence of outsiders.
"An outsider..."
"Outsiders rarely come to this world..."
The colossal Buddha gazed at Fang Ming, at this young man, his expression tinged with nostalgia.
In the past, Outer Realm Heavenly Demons descended, a large number of them immortal and indestructible, calling themselves players, constantly plundering all the resources of this world.
They acted as they pleased, doing whatever they wanted, yet being immortal and indestructible, bringing immense disaster to this world.
The Professional Plan was the resistance of the natives. Through the combined efforts of the natives, the players were finally driven out, their resurrection points severed, and these immortal beings were expelled from this world.
And now, outsiders were still arriving?
Had some loophole targeting the outside world appeared, allowing people from other realms to break in?
The colossal Buddha seemed to be contemplating.
Subsequently, he sent a divine sense to the guardian land of this realm.
To investigate whether there were any loopholes outside this world.
Initially, in the colossal Buddha's own mind, there must have been a loophole.
After all, without a loophole, how could this person, who clearly carried an external aura and came from the outside, have entered?
It couldn't possibly be that something was created from nothing, right?
Therefore, there must be a loophole.
This was what the colossal Buddha thought.
However, upon going to the guardian land and communicating with other professionals at level one hundred and fifty and above,
And then continuously inspecting the guards of the guardian land,
The colossal Buddha was bewildered.
There were no loopholes.
Both the actual inspection and the words of these professionals indicated this situation.