Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 433 Lift
At first, under the pressure of Dongjun, Zhou Leng had a splitting headache, was in extreme pain, and even had difficulty breathing.

Zhao Dongjun's martial will is too strong; even when he is helping someone, the person being helped cannot withstand that power.

Gradually, an indescribable sense of loneliness arose.

It feels like the whole world has abandoned me.

Even the oppressive atmosphere of the Eighth House still offered warmth and acceptance.

But under the oppressive power of the Eastern Lord, he was isolated and helpless, left to fend for himself in all directions.

A deep sense of abandonment permeated my entire being.

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to give up.

Despite his imprisonment and suffering, he remained proud and unyielding.

After an unknown amount of time, everything suddenly became clear, and it seemed as if I had understood something.

The feelings of loneliness and abandonment I had before don't seem so severe anymore.

But soon after, a similar feeling arose again, this time more severe.

Zhou Leng's heart sank to the bottom once again, enduring immense pressure.

There was also a mental and emotional tug-of-war, and the previous octopus pressure made people increasingly confused and lost.

But Dongjun's aura is truly magical.

With each cycle of oppressive pressure they endured, their mental fortitude seemed to strengthen slightly.

But every time you feel yourself getting stronger, the next wave of pressure is even more powerful and makes you feel even more hopeless.

But it is precisely in the depths of despair that a glimmer of hope arises.

Leave a single lamp lit, and let a handful of morning light shine.

As dawn breaks, night falls once more, and a new, oppressive force descends.

Zhou Leng even felt his breathing stop and his bones crush into powder.

But I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Even the Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun cannot suppress me!
The Eastern Lord is the Sage of the World, and Zhou Leng is the Sage of Me.

Even in death, I will never bow my head.

After being subjected to the pressure nine times, Zhou Leng's martial will was on the verge of collapse when a bright light suddenly appeared before him.

The red sun rises over the mountains, and the morning sun rises over the sea.

A surging red divine light illuminated the sky and the world of martial arts will.

Looking at the rising sun ahead, Zhou Leng felt a surge of emotions, a strange and indescribable feeling that shook his soul.

It felt as if I had experienced a magnificent undertaking, built a spiritual miracle, and received a spiritual baptism along with countless great beings.

Strange fragments of memory surfaced in Zhou Leng's mind.

It was vague and unclear, yet it seemed to blend with Zhao Dongjun's experiences.

In the midst of the bustling city, one can calmly practice martial arts and hone one's mind.

He participated in the War of Ten Thousand Cores with bravery and fearlessness, witnessed the Martial Ancestor illuminating the world, and was later hunted by demons. It took him a year to escape the battlefield.

Despite internal strife, their original aspirations remained unchanged.

Eventually you will achieve some success; be magnanimous and forgive your internal rivals.

The monsters chased him, and he repeatedly advanced and retreated, leading his army to dodge and maneuver, making the dignified Duke of the Four Directions look like a monkey.

Leading a hundred-man army, he strolled leisurely past tens of thousands of demons. The demon leader even suspected the empty city ploy and was intimidated by Dongjun's imposing aura, so he dared not attack.

Having mastered martial arts, he single-handedly charged into an army of thousands to rescue his dear friend.

At the Grandmaster level, he single-handedly fought twenty-two demonic Grandmasters, killing fifteen of them. When reinforcements arrived, he stood upright, unconscious.

During his time as a Martial Saint, he led the Martial Saints of the Dragon Kingdom, fighting across all the nations of Blue Star, and annihilated five Martial Saints of the Worshiping Demon Sect with his fists. For the next ten years, the Worshiping Demon Sect had no Martial Saints.

In retaliation from the Demonic Cult, a meteorite fell from the sky. Zhao Dongjun soared into the heavens, unleashing his East Wind Fist, shattering the meteor and causing a thousand trees of flowers to bloom in the night.

Unite all humanoid races and establish a brand new humanoid alliance...

The personal experience of Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun was transformed into an intangible spiritual will, forming a pure spiritual shock.

Zhou Leng's mountain of will swayed gently, captivating the divine.

After a long time, the shock gradually subsided.

Zhou Leng's mountain of will became increasingly crystal clear.

I looked up at the shadow of Dongjun in the sphere.

The pressure is still there, but it's no longer an obstacle.

Upholding the spirit.

The Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun, with his martial spirit, has inspired future generations.

Zhou Leng suddenly realized, and the contents of "Zhao Dongjun's Miscellaneous Collection" kept flashing through his mind.

Then, he took out all of Zhao Dongjun's Miscellaneous Writings from the magic bag and slowly read them word by word under Dongjun's oppressive aura.

After reading each section, I would reread it repeatedly and ponder it over and over again.

Under the powerful spiritual guidance of Dongjun, my understanding of "Zhao Dongjun's Miscellaneous Writings" was inexplicably elevated to several levels.

In particular, reading Zhao Dongjun's self-narrated cultivation experience, life experience, and suffering experience resonated with Dongjun's will.

It subtly forms a powerful spiritual imprint, seeping into the mountain of will.

A faint red glow appeared at the edge of the Mountain of Will.

The light of the great sun, the light of the rising sun.

After reading the entire "Miscellaneous Writings of Zhao Dongjun" in one go, Zhou Leng smiled.

A sudden inspiration led to enlightenment.

At this moment, Dongjun's aura was like the warm sunshine, shining on my body, feeling slightly warm and comfortable.

Zhou Leng looked up at the shadow inside the sphere.

The shadowy figure seemed to be smiling.

"Unexpectedly, I have unexpectedly obtained Zhao Sheng's spiritual inheritance."

"This effect is ten times more important than previously anticipated."

"Before this, learning the Great Sun Divine Skill was more of a fantasy; my own aptitude and talent might not have been suitable." "Internal and external martial arts are different. External martial arts can be learned as long as the techniques don't conflict. But internal martial arts require many conditions; otherwise, one might suffer from qi deviation."

"With this spirit passed down, coupled with years of continuous study of the Dongjun Miscellany, I will definitely make rapid progress once I learn the Great Sun Divine Skill and the East Wind Fist."

"After becoming a grandmaster, I learned these two martial arts to fulfill my childhood wish."

"I've heard that very few of the Zhao family's descendants practice the Great Sun Divine Skill, but I don't know if that's true or not."

Seeing his childhood dream getting closer and closer, Zhou seized the opportunity and closed his eyes to cultivate again, feeling the new pressure of the Eastern Lord.

It felt as if my whole body was in the sun, but it wasn't hot or painful; instead, it felt like I was soaking in a hot spring.

The mountain and sea light beside him opened its eyes and frowned.

He is a renowned genius from the Three Towers, destined for legend, but when faced with the oppressive aura of Dongjun, he often finds himself breathless, for reasons unknown.

He was learned in all fields, and he read Zhao Dongjun's biography three times, deeply admiring Zhao Sheng.

Failing other trials would be one thing, but failing in front of the martial saint I admire is incredibly frustrating.

He turned to look at the others. The other four had already completed the Eighth Palace Trial and arrived at the Ninth Palace, each with a pained expression on their faces.

"Ok?"

He looked at Zhou Leng, whose eyes were closed, a smile on his face, and an air of ecstasy.

"He actually grasped it..."

Shan Hai Zhi Guang was filled with conflicting emotions.

Having been relentlessly chased and attacked by Zhou Leng, and having to defend desperately, I'm still a bit dazed.

Seeing that Zhou Leng had actually gained some insights in the trial belonging to a demon spirit master made him even more upset.

"Never mind, after all, they are all martial artists. It's normal for him to be able to comprehend Zhao Sheng's spirit and will."

Shan Hai Zhi Guang gave Zhou Leng a sour look before continuing his serious meditation.

In the warm sunlight, Zhou Leng continued to familiarize himself with Dong Jun's imposing aura.

Gradually, he merged with Zhao Dongjun's spirit and will.

Zhou Leng's Mountain of Will was previously only a little stronger and larger, but it lacked any imposing presence or soul.

The current Mountain of Will remains unchanged in appearance, except that it now appears to have an additional layer of faint red light.

It gradually developed a majestic and imposing aura.

The will of martial arts is as strong as mountains and rivers.

The spiritual foundation is established.

The life experiences of a martial saint, in the form of martial will, are imprinted on Zhou Leng's Mountain of Will.

After a long while, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.

The pressure test of the Ninth House has been completed.

Even after leaving this place, the martial will will remember this feeling, stimulate this feeling, and gain a unique power.

Zhou Leng glanced at the others.

These spirit masters occasionally showed expressions of pain on their faces.

They treated Dongjun's oppressive aura as an aggressive force, just like any other oppressive aura, and fought against it with all their might.

Unlike me, the Three Saints of Mount Tai and the Martial Saint of the Human Race are great figures I have admired since childhood.

Therefore, even though Dongjun's aura was very strong, he did not resist at all and always maintained a learning attitude.

This makes him possibly the only one among all the trial participants to truly receive the spiritual baptism of Dongjun's oppressive aura.

Even if other magic masters admire Zhao Dongjun, they couldn't do that.

It has nothing to do with race, bloodline, or even right and wrong.

It's only related to spirit and path.

Zhou Leng stared thoughtfully at Zhao Dongjun's dark figure within the sphere.

In his miscellaneous writings, Zhao Dongjun occasionally talks about grand ideas, such as the alliance of the ten realms, going out into the world, leaving the blue planet, and heading towards the starry sky...

Unexpectedly, after leaving Earth and arriving in the Demon Spirit World, I was able to receive the baptism of Dongjun's martial arts will.

Earth lacks the technology to create this unique martial arts pressure, but by combining it with magical arts and the relics of advanced civilizations, it has preserved the power of a martial saint.

Having completed his cultivation, Zhou Leng, while feeling the warm and comforting pressure of the Eastern Lord, walked around the interior of the Ninth Palace, recording all the divine runes and patterns.

The Ninth Palace contains many fragments of advanced civilizations, but unfortunately, none of them can be obtained; we can only take photos and record them.

Finally, Zhou Leng walked toward the tenth palace.

"Be careful," Shan Hai Zhi Guang's voice rang out.

Zhou Leng turned around and looked.

"The pressure from the Tenth House is very strong. I suggest you continue to hone your skills and try it one last time, but try not to stay inside for too long."

"Why?" Zhou asked coldly.

Shan Hai Zhi Guang was silent for a moment, then said, "It's useless for others to know. You are very strong. If you are accidentally injured, it will be detrimental to the Humanoid Alliance. The Tenth Palace is actually part of the seventh 'Otherworldly Path'."

"However, the Path of Another Dimension is very difficult to open because its terrifying power exceeds the limits of the innate, so it is sealed and only a little bit of its power is exposed."

"The Tenth Palace is the power leaked from the Path of Another Dimension."

"Only by completing the inheritance under the oppressive force of the Tenth Palace can one open the Path of Another Dimension."

"Throughout the history of my Demon World, there have been geniuses who could withstand the pressure of the Tenth Palace, and there have been those who could complete the inheritance, but none who could do both at the same time."

"Under normal circumstances, as long as you enter the ninth house, you can be ranked in the top ten. If you can fully withstand the pressure of the ninth house, you can almost be in the top three."

"Be more careful."

Zhou Leng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

Looking at the light of the mountains and seas, I realized that no wonder the Demon Spirit World, despite its various problems, still shines brightly.

This man, whose heart of the labyrinth was stolen, calmly confessed it, demonstrating a magnanimity far beyond that of ordinary geniuses.

Zhou Leng walked toward the tenth palace.

The other five magic masters watched Zhou Leng's retreating figure.

Some looked serious, while others had smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)