Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 431 Octopus
The two magic masters had visited the capital of the Dragon Kingdom many times to study and exchange ideas. When they saw that Zhou Leng was also studying divine script, they chatted casually for a few minutes.

After chatting for a while, the two magic masters felt that Zhou Leng's knowledge of divine script was solid, so they took out the magic wristwatch they used when they were on Blue Star and added Wu Xin as a friend.

The three of them walked along the palace wall, pointing out the divine inscriptions or information about ancient ruins as they went.

These two are not as knowledgeable about divine script as Zhou Leng, but they have an advantage in understanding the Demon Spirit World and their knowledge of many ruins here is even greater than Zhou Leng's.

The three of them kept exchanging ideas and learning from each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses.

Some demon spirit masters, including Cang Fei Zhi Yan, frequently glanced at Zhou Leng and his two companions, wondering how martial artists and demon spirit masters, who seemed to have nothing in common, could be chatting so happily.

Some of the magic masters in the Book of Gods were also puzzled, as those two magic masters, though not good at fighting, were famous geniuses in the Book of Gods.

In the fields of magical knowledge and magical research, he far surpasses others of his generation and is a key talent cultivated by the Book of God.

One is called the Eye of the Spirit Hall, and the other is called the Book of the Spirit Hall. They are the best members of the Spirit Hall family, a demigod family.

As everyone was resting, the old man's voice rang out.

"The Path of Intimidation Begins."

The white sphere in the center of the roof of the first hall, which had been dark, suddenly lit up.

The white sphere is one meter in diameter, and a miniature black shadow of a fire giant emerges inside.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was a fire demon, radiating a powerful demonic aura.

At first, the oppressive aura swept over like a summer heatwave.

Soon, the air in the entire First Palace warmed up.

Everyone felt short of breath, their skin and mind scorched by the intense heat.

My throat is dry, my nose is on fire, and even my brain feels like it's burning.

Having experienced the Crimson Lotus Fire Hell, Zhou Leng only glanced at the Flame Demon in the sphere of light before continuing his research.

The Path of Intimidation has a long time to end, allowing ample time to explore the ruins of the hall.

The three of them walked around the palace, each gaining something, and none of them were affected by the oppressive aura.

"Let's go take a look at the Second Palace."

The three of them entered the second palace together.

Some of the trial participants had already entered the second palace, while the rest remained in the first palace.

The Azure Flame did not venture deeper; it simply sat in place, carefully sensing the oppressive aura and refining its spiritual power.

After a long while, Cang Fei Zhi Yan got up and walked towards the second palace.

He glanced around but didn't see Zhou Leng, then continued cultivating.

A phantom image of a spider appears in the sphere on the roof of the Second Palace.

The oppressive aura here carries a hint of evil and creates a sense of envelopment.

Cang Fei Zhi Yan closed his eyes and began meditating, using external pressure to temper his mental power.

In the fourth palace, Zhou Leng and the other two continued to collect divine texts while discussing them.

For the three of them, this level of intimidation wasn't worth wasting their time on.

The three quickly entered the fifth house.

Zhou Leng's eyes lit up. He quickly walked a few steps to a wall, looked at the metal plate on it, took a picture, and created divine runes.

"This is... divine script recording martial arts knowledge? No wonder you're so interested," said the Eye of the Spirit Hall.

“I’ve seen a picture of this metal piece in the Divine Tower,” said the Book of the Spirit Hall beside him.

"Has it been deciphered?" asked the Eye of the Spirit Hall.

"How is that possible? Even the divine script of demonic spirits cannot be fully deciphered, let alone the divine script of martial arts."

What research data is available?

"I don't know about that. It's a pity we don't have the 'Tower Book,' otherwise we could look it up now."

"It will be available once you advance to demigod status."

"You make it sound so easy."

At this moment, Zhou Leng said, "This is not a martial arts-related divine scripture."

"what is that?"

"It's somewhat like the divine runes for elixirs. It's not very valuable, but it's somewhat useful." Zhou Leng had been unable to use the Star Refining Furnace for a long time, and after pondering it every day, he immediately recognized that the divine runes on it were related to the Star Refining Furnace.

"Divine texts related to elixirs? They're either useless, or even if they're only slightly useful, they're incredibly valuable."

The Eye of the Spirit Hall asked, "Are you able to handle this level of pressure?"

“Pretty good,” said the Book of the Spirit Hall.

"It's alright," Zhou Leng said.

The three of them walked and talked.

Not far away, some disciples of the Three Towers gathered together and chatted in hushed tones.

"Could that human martial artist be both a trial participant and a demonic assistant?"

"Very likely."

“According to the rules, we should remind him that he is prohibited from entering the eighth or even the ninth house.”

"He should know."

“But it’s a bit troublesome that the Lingguan brothers are with him.”

"I think there's no need to pay attention to him. No matter how powerful a martial artist is, what can he do? The final ranking isn't just based on the score of the Path of Intimidation."

"Let's wait and see. If he really goes into the eighth house or deeper, there will be experts to cause him trouble. It has little to do with us."

"Too."

Before you know it, you're heading towards the seventh house.

The three of them looked at the white sphere on the roof of the palace ahead.

Inside was the shadow of a three-headed dragon, its intense dragon aura even creating a faint white mist within the palace.

That was the materialization of mental pressure. The Eye of the Spirit Hall said, "I can probably enter the eighth or even the ninth house, but when I'm in the seventh house, I can't walk around and look around like before. I can only rely on meditation to fight against the pressure."

"Me too."

"I'm not sure. If it's very strong, I'll sit down to resist the pressure and temper my martial will. If it's not strong, I'll continue wandering around."

"it is good."

The three stepped into the Seventh Palace, their bodies trembled, and waves of flesh rippled across their skin, while the long hair on their heads stood up like needles.

An indescribable panic surged within me; my heart pounded, and my blood rushed uncontrollably.

The Lingguan brothers sat down on the spot without saying a word.

Zhou Leng slowly circulated his true energy to restore the normal flow of qi and blood, and scanned the seventh palace.

There are more than twenty people sitting here, all meditating with their eyes closed, refining their mental strength.

Zhou Leng sensed the pressure slightly; it was indeed strong, but when applied to martial will, it was like heavy rain falling on a glass window—it looked scary and made a loud pattering sound, but in reality, it had little effect.

So they continued walking along the wall, searching for inscriptions and ancient ruins.

While walking, record videos or take photos; these are valuable materials that may come in handy sometime.

In the earlier palaces, the walls were still ancient ruins mixed with various traces of modern repairs.

Starting from the seventh house, the walls are almost entirely covered with fragments of ancient materials.

Ordinary materials cannot withstand prolonged pressure and impact.

The number of divine texts is also increasing.

Before long, Zhou Leng suddenly quickened his pace, stared at a corner, and took more than twenty photos from various angles in one go.

The place was about the size of a school desk, covered with mysterious Eastern-style cloud patterns.

When I saw the cloud pattern, I felt a sense of familiarity, because similar patterns appeared in many places in ancient China.

Upon closer inspection, these cloud patterns turned out to be variants of divine script.

The more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

I don’t even know why, but I always associate it with patterns from certain places in the Ancient River Sect, including the Star Refining Furnace.

"These variants of divine script seem to be unfamiliar to everyone. They should be a kind of power based on divine script but seemingly beyond it... Let's call them Divine Script Diagrams."

Zhou Leng recorded these divine inscriptions, looked around, and reached out to touch the fragments.

The fragment had a strange tactile sensation; it was clearly metal, but it felt like wood.

I really wanted to keep it, but it ultimately belonged to someone else.

"never mind……"

Zhou Leng glanced at it unwillingly and continued to look at the seventh palace.

Before I knew it, I had finished looking at the seventh house and was heading straight into the eighth house.

Standing at the entrance of the Eighth Palace, looking up at the roof sphere.

Inside was the silhouette of a small octopus.

The octopus-like shadow was actually very small, but it gave the impression of being extremely large, like a planet, with enormous tentacles that seemed endless.

Five people are sitting cross-legged in the eighth house.

At this moment, a demon spirit master from the Seventh Palace said, "Human warrior, please wait."

"Hmm?" Zhou Leng turned around and looked at the demon spirit master.

Some magic masters opened their eyes and looked at Zhou Leng.

"According to the rules, only those from the Three Towers can enter the eighth floor. Didn't you sign a contract?"

"I only signed a contract with the demigod master of the Ice and Snow Cult. Oh, and I also signed a contract with the great Seraphim Master, the creator of the Three Towers. Could it be that the great Seraphim Master said that no one else can enter the Eighth Palace except for the Three Towers?"

The man's face was ashen.

Back then, it was the Blazing Torch that broke the monopoly of the old towers, opened up new towers, and prevented the three towers from monopolizing resources and ruining the future of the Demon World.

"What, you want to compete with our Three Towers here?"

Zhou Leng glanced at the dozen or so demon spirit masters who had stood up and said, "Oh? You want to challenge me to a life-or-death duel? I agree."

"I came to the Demon Spirit World as a guest, so I tried my best to be kind to everyone. But you have blatantly violated the Demon Spirit Emperor's decree, ostracized the Snowborn, Light Dancers, and High Priests of the Ice and Snow Cult, and persecuted the Major of the Humanoid Alliance. Then I will ascend the Three Towers and stand before the Great Statue of the Blazing Torch to seek guidance from the demigod masters..."

Zhou Leng looked around at everyone and continued, "Is it that the Ice and Snow Divine Sect is not worthy to enter the trial, or that the Humanoid Alliance is not worthy?"

The demon masters were somewhat bewildered as they looked at Zhou Leng, who seemed to have never been bullied.

Over the years, I've never heard of a demon master daring to defy the unspoken rules of the Three Towers.

The Ten Palaces are not large; when Zhou Leng speaks in the Seventh Palace, the people in the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Palaces can all hear him.

People in the sixth and eighth houses walk to the door and look towards the seventh house.

Azure Flame was meditating silently in the Fifth Palace.

Song of the Long Wind was also in the Seventh Palace. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm not defending this human martial artist. I can only say that I am no match for him, far from it. If any of you want to initiate a life-or-death challenge, you'd better think it over."

Those few eager spirit masters paused for a moment, realizing that the Song of the Long Wind was quite famous in the Three Towers.

"Have you fought him before?" a magic master asked.

Changfeng Zhige sighed and said, "I've never fought him."

"Then why do you say that?"

"We met on the arena of the Path of Battle. My magical assistant, a giant, was knocked unconscious by this guy with one punch. After I conceded, he started talking nonsense. I suspected he had been knocked out of his mind, so I let him go."

"One punch?"

"One punch."

“I remember now, Stormgate also said that a human warrior killed his black dragon assistant with a single punch.”

"Nonsense? The Storm Gate is in the Fifth Palace. Bring him here."

Soon, a sorcerer from the Three Towers brought the Storm Gate.

(End of this chapter)