Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Fulfilled All My WishesCh41 - The Official Training Montage

As he was lost in this sea of dark unknowing, time lapsed, and he couldn’t help but be trapped in it. The Meng Yixuan who only knew what he’d learned over time knew nothing of this circumstance.

The most powerful type of ascension for any cultivator, The Past Unwilling. It drew on the cultivators deepest, most regretted memories and tormented them with it. However, for a Meng Yixuan who hadn’t necessarily lived through those memories, it came as more of a film in first person. Awkward, confusing, enlightening. U1v AC

This heavenly trial beat even that of the lightning tribulations, this would directly ascend you if only you break out of it, even surpassing entire grades in certain situations. The worst part of it, however, was the fact that it only affected your conscience.

Your body would continue to act and move as you would’ve, and it was near impossible for outsiders to tell that the you they were interacting with was but a shell.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Meng Yixuan was caught in the strongest illusion, created by the dao itself, as an ultimate test for its favorites.

He wandered about in the darkness, completely unfeeling. Every so often, there’d be an entity, of sorts, that would either come and brush against him or attack him. In the however long he’d been there, he developed a sixth sense for them, able to “see” through the darkness. YdCsiJ

At first, the ones that attacked had hurt him incredibly, leaving bites and scratches, each launching a single powerful strike. He could still feel the stinging from the first few attacks, like a small itch that’d infinitely torment you if you acknowledged it.

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He’d had to fight with his hands first, bringing back to light the various forms of martial arts he’d learned in his first life. His body couldn’t remember it well, having not been the one there the first time, but his mind could. Initial sores and aches had subsided quickly, or was it?, and muscle built on him.

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Then, came bigger ones, bringing little spots of light with them. These could strike thrice, and he could manifest his sword again.

As someone who had been very hopeful to become a swords cultivator, this was an amazing scenario for him. Sure, he had his amazing mage-like plant cultivation skills, but to have more is always better. After all, a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.

He grasped the sword like he’d seen his cousins do so when they were fencing all those years ago. The only downside to fixed forms of battle were that one would usually stick to the first thing they learnt, and change was not something they’d ever allow themselves to do.

However, Meng Yixuan was someone who learned best through observing, and he’d spent an entire half a year watching people around him train. And he had watched many combat films in his last life. All he’d ever been missing was the opportunity, and that ball of soft light approaching him was more than enough to put his knowledge into practice.

With the dedication of a million years behind him, he launched forward to attack the light directly. He correctly assumed that was the weakest spot of the thing. tFksev

His strike had failed, as it dodged away, and he had pushed forward too brashly, leaving himself completely unprotected. The entity pushed forward and bit harshly into his shoulder, with the force of an adolescent kitten, which hurt and drew a bit of blood, but didn’t cause much else harm.

Meng Yixuan’s first attack may have failed but he quickly learned from his mistakes, and changed his approach, attacking with the beginner’s style his sect members were practicing.

Slash once, slash again, strike once. As he continued to do it over and over, he built up momentum until he took out the entity with the last strike. Such a simple method did very well, so the next 99 steps of the method had grown a much better standing in his heart.

The entity’s light dulled and it poofed away in the eastwards direction from him. lYsxIP

Before he could wonder about the significance of it, another entity approached curiously. He quickly stiffened into a battle stance, ready to attack as the little ball of brighter light started nuzzling into his cheek before floating in the same eastwards direction.

A ball of duller light quickly approached the ball of bright light and his instinct drove him to shield the smaller thing, so he used his experience from the previous fight and quickly beat the entity away.

The bright one, who he now wished to dub Guang, continued onwards, and he followed. As they continued eastwards, many more dull ones approached him and Guang, attacking solo sometimes, and in groups other times.

They grew bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter the further eastwards they went. None, however, held a match to his brightest Guang, who’s glow didn’t hurt him at all in the continued darkness.

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As he followed Guang for however long it was, he noticed that his sword skill improved by a lot, and his precision and speed also improved. Each strike hit its target perfectly, and each attack he could sense and dodge before the entities could even attempt anything. Traces of elemental energy even found their way into his attacks, leaving a trail of the elements in the wake of his strikes, dealing extra damage.

Guang finally stopped at a canyon, one with sinister energy coming from the bottom, much different to Huli Bao’s demon energy. This was worse, it was insistently sinister, chilled to the bone with evil. msfd68

He looked at the little spot of light that rushed to hide behind him, clearly agitated as it buried itself deep into his hair. If it could have, he knew it would’ve cried.

Meng Yixuan had the usual inkling, telling him there was no way he’d get out of this without getting through that giant slime-looking light blob.

With that conclusion in mind, he jumped down into the canyon, using the air around him to safely descend. When he was a close enough distance from the ground, he plunged directly above the large entity, aiming directly for the centre of the light.