20demayo Chapter 169 Level 9
Chapter 169 Level 9
Several attacks from behind brought oppressive force, and the moment Song Kaiyang touched the jade tablet, those attacks were unstoppable.
Suddenly, a purple sword aura flew through the air, powerfully cutting off several attacks from Nascent Soul cultivators. Instantly, various colors of spiritual light exploded, with the force of shaking the sea and collapsing mountains. Song Kaiyang, who was holding the key, was pushed ten feet away by the strong airflow.
He wasn't actually attacked, but the aftershocks broke through several layers of his armor, tore a hole in his sleeve, and broke a few strands of his hair. Hiss, even in a battle between high-level cultivators, the aftershocks could easily destroy a Golden Core cultivator.
The Nascent Soul cultivators simultaneously dodged the aftershocks, and upon closer inspection, they discovered that another Deity Transformation cultivator had appeared out of nowhere!
It's unbelievable, that Nascent Soul cultivator is just too young!
"Why did you stop us and allow that person to get the key?" The Nascent Soul Peak cultivator pointed his sword at Song Kaiyang, not daring to point it at Fu Xun.
The pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator was released mercilessly, making those people feel as heavy as iron.
The sword's momentum, which had been gathered before him, was now fully formed. Fu Xun slowly raised his five fingers and said, "Today, I am determined to obtain the key. You may either withdraw or fight."
"Furthermore, disrespect towards my master is not allowed!"
what?
The Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked. These two were actually master and disciple?!
One Nascent Soul, one Divine Transformation!
Several middle-aged and elderly Yuan-Ning figures were speechless and choked with emotion.
After the initial shock, I was filled with envy. Where in the world could there be such a young Nascent Soul disciple?
And is Master still alive?
However, before they could make a move, Fu Xun started the fight without warning.
With a wave of his hand, all of them flew out at high speed. The Nascent Soul cultivators unleashed a powerful strike that seemed to destroy souls and spirits. The Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked. Who would dare to face this attack head-on?
They immediately fled for their lives. The most unlucky one was the person who was closest and reacted the slowest. The sword grazed his arm, his protective aura shattered, his arm was severed, and his armpit bones were ruptured.
But the sword, undeterred, continued its momentum, slashing straight at the other men!
The group fled quickly, each destroying several of their protective magical artifacts, shouting, "We withdraw, senior, please leave!"
The advantage of high-level cultivators is that they know how to seek advantage and avoid harm. Even if they know they can't win, they will know when to back down.
Hearing the distant sounds, Fu Xun dispersed his spiritual power, too lazy to pay them any more attention, and decided to conserve his strength for the next level.
He asked Song Kaiyang, "Master, are you really going to find Senior Wen?"
"Well, let's not delay. Take the key and go upstairs." Song Kaiyang tossed the jade token over.
Fu Xun took the jade token from his master's hand. "Okay."
This mentor-student relationship developed a strong rapport between them. Fu Xun didn't need to be overly respectful to Song Kaiyang; he only needed to show respect to his teacher. Song Kaiyang, in turn, wouldn't put on airs with Fu Xun.
They were more like fellow Daoists, but after all, they had the title of master and disciple. Song Kaiyang would always be the master, and both of them were pillars of the Misty Immortal Sect.
The jade tablet has its own restriction; it takes fifteen minutes of continuous input of spiritual power for the passage to open.
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Stepping into the ninth floor, it was empty and vast, a gray and white space.
A faint, aged, and indistinct voice echoed through the space.
"Congratulations on reaching the top floor. If you stop here, you are allowed to choose two treasures to leave: a Heaven-rank cultivation technique, a spiritual pill, a magic weapon, or a sacred medicine..."
Fu Xun interrupted, "What if you don't want the treasure?"
The muffled voice paused for a moment, then said, "Then we'll obtain the treasure through the final, most difficult trial."
Fu Xun smiled. Either choose the treasure, or clear the level and choose the treasure again. Very good, very reasonable, very kind.
Looking up, I found that the space was only a few feet wide. As the sound drifted, light shone, and a black-clad old man floated in the distance, his face blurred by the halo around him.
Fu Xun: "Who are you?"
The figure said, "I am the guardian spirit of this tower."
Divine consciousness? Fu Xun examined it closely. Divine consciousness that hadn't dissipated for thousands of years?
However, Fu Xun couldn't sense the figure's cultivation level. He wondered to himself, "How long have you been here? Have other cultivators come up here before?"
The voice, as faint as smoke and water, said: "It's been about ten thousand years, hasn't it? Before that? Of course not, you're the first person to climb up here."
The voice carried an almost imperceptible sense of annoyance. He had thought that the eighth level was deliberately inciting the cultivators to fight amongst themselves, causing them to wear each other down, so that the person who finally came up could be easily defeated by him.
Who knew that this year would be so unlucky, with a master and disciple involved in this cycle? The figure was extremely dissatisfied.
Here, a sudden doubt arose in Fu Xun's heart: Ten thousand years?
If it's only a wisp of divine consciousness after such a long time, then the main body must at least be a Mahayana powerhouse, and the divine consciousness shouldn't be so "weak".
Fu Xun: "I never imagined that you, senior, have been here for ten thousand years. I wonder what kind of trials you are talking about? I will choose to undergo the trials."
The figure and voice grew increasingly elusive, tinged with displeasure. "In that case, let's go in," he said, waving his hand dismissively.
Fu Xun felt a sudden shift in light and darkness before his eyes, and the space had changed. He was now in the martial arts arena, opposite a bronze puppet. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was at the Fusion level.
Fu Xun stood firmly. You can't say that this puppet, which is comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator, is too strong, nor can you say that it is too weak.
It's one thing to have the power of the Fusion Stage, but not the special methods of the Fusion Stage.
The obstacles on this level are indeed great, attracting countless people to come here one after another. If it were just some Heavenly Treasures, it wouldn't be so difficult.
Before the thought was finished, the puppet unleashed a full-force attack with a wave of its hand. Fu Xun quickly threw out a magical artifact, simultaneously using his profound energy to deflect the attack's power, and then teleported to the puppet's side, far behind it.
Under such spiritual pressure, the high-level magical artifact dissipated rapidly without making a sound. He was about to take this opportunity to dodge when the residual force of the attack struck the plaza, causing the surrounding protective barriers to vibrate with a "hum".
The resulting airflow spread far and wide. Fu Xun waved his sleeve to disperse the biting wind in his face. He realized that it was just a puppet after all. If it were a real Nascent Soul cultivator with a more profound cultivation, he wouldn't have been so relaxed.
Fortunately, this puppet could only launch attacks from cultivators at the Fusion Stage. After testing it, Fu Xun raised his hand and summoned the divine sword as an attack magic weapon for the first time.
Under this power, Fu Xun did not want to harm Ju Wang Yi, as the sword could not withstand the combined attack, and he did not want to break the sword.
The divine sword was unleashed, like a tiger with wings, its blade gleaming with a sharp light, inscribed with the words "Soul Suppressor".
Fu Xun had never before channeled all his profound energy into the divine sword, leaving only his own body for protection. With a single incantation, the divine sword soared into the air and slashed at the puppet from a distance of nearly fifty feet.
The sword's purple light pierced the air, carrying a devastating spiritual pressure. Even from afar, one could feel the fierce gale, and the puppet, or rather the human figure, was instantly startled!
That's too late!
It was just a puppet after all, not a true Grandmaster of the Integration Realm. This sword strike would either kill it or scatter its spirit!
In desperation, a plea for mercy rang out: "Stop! You've won!"
In an instant, Fu Xun's eyes narrowed and his hand stopped, the divine sword barely stopping in front of the spiritual core on the puppet's chest, less than half a foot away. Some of the profound energy was slowly dissipated.
That voice was very young, like a child's!
The sword's sharp blade gleamed with a cold light, its rustic simplicity gone, clearly revealing it to be a divine weapon with a unique aura!
The cultivator asked coldly, "Who are you?!"
Oh no! Seeing the dangerous divine sword before it, the puppet trembled with fear, almost covering its mouth with its hand—it had given itself away!
"I'll ask you one more time: Who are you? Stop playing tricks!"
The puppet slowly took a step back, and the divine sword followed by a further thrust.
The puppet collapsed to the ground with a thud, and a child's voice rang out: "Don't kill me! I... I'll talk!"
The sword remained still.
After a brief stalemate, a shadow floated out from the puppet's body. It was the same black-clad figure from before. With a "poof," the figure transformed into... a three-headed child.
"I am the spirit of the Qiankun Tower."
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