Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 652 Mural
After Zhou Leng explained the reason, they frowned.

"Being targeted by a demigod dragon is a difficult situation."

"The key is still the Frost Dragon God Undead..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. They high-ranking undead don't like to be called undead, they can only be called frost dragons."

Zhou Leng looked around and asked, "Isn't Dark Wrath here? I didn't see him when I came in."

"He must have arrived late and entered later. We don't know where he is now, but he's probably secretly cultivating in some sacred place. Without him, the throne of the True King belongs to the Dragon World."

Zhou Leng and the giant dragon were chatting.

This place is almost identical to the giant altar; both require waiting for the alien dragon to perform the sacrifice first.

The spirits of the dead stood far outside the massive mountain wall.

Alien dragons, Ten Realms dragons, and other races stood nearby.

Directly ahead are the high mountains of the Wanyun Mountains.

The mountain peak is straight and tall, with a giant dragon carved in profile on it.

The jet-black lines stretch for hundreds of meters, with rough details, but the overall shape is exceptionally expressive and conveys a grand and imposing aura.

The dragons didn't even dare to get too close, unable to withstand the terrifying divine power depicted in the painting.

The Hellfire Eye said, "The pressure is too intense right now, everyone is waiting. Once the pressure decreases, even high-ranking grandmasters can approach the murals, and the ritual will begin. Heh, the undead cannot approach; whoever gets close will die..."

"You've just arrived, so take advantage of this time to withstand the pressure and help temper your spirit and will. The rest of us arrived early and have been tortured to the point of near death these past few days."

"By the way, don't mess with the alien dragons, they're short-tempered, and there are also undead gods..."

"The Dark Soul fought them and was beaten half to death. It's not that we didn't help, it's just that there were too many of them..." Hell's Eye glanced displeasedly at the alien dragon.

"You are indeed very strong in the Ten Realms, but your strength was tested before you came here. You are still far from being a top-level Grandmaster. Don't be blindly arrogant."

"Those ordinary alien dragons are nothing, but those with the surname 'Desperate' are beyond imagination. Hell's Eye and Radiant King can probably defeat most of them, but they will inevitably be utterly defeated when they encounter the top few. You are even less capable..."

"But don't be afraid. As long as we stick together and don't provoke them, they won't do anything reckless. If we can't beat them, we can run away. Anyway, the alien dragons don't know magic."

Zhou Leng also discovered that the alien dragons here were more belligerent and ferocious than the alien giants.

Looking around, the alien dragons with their colorful scales were mostly about ten meters long, but their muscles were bulging, making them even more violent than the dragons of the Ten Realms.

When they made eye contact, each of them flashed a fierce light, like vicious dogs on a leash, ready to pounce at any moment.

Every time the two sides meet, the Ten Realms Dragon and the Alien Dragon will fight fiercely, and the Ten Realms Dragon will always suffer a crushing defeat.

Basically, some of the Ten Realms Dragons died, some escaped, and the rest were captured and enslaved on the Death Star, far worse off than the Ten Realms Giants were treated on the Far Star.

It is said that the Star of Despair is like this, extremely cruel, never caring about the life or death of its descendants, only wanting to cultivate outstanding strongmen.

Zhou Leng lingered for a while to get a general idea of ​​the situation, then slowly walked towards the Dragon God mural from the side of the Ten Realms Dragon, away from the alien dragon.

These places are more than a thousand meters apart.

He put the various devices and magical artifacts, including the magic brain, into his starry sky bag, touched the edge, and slowly walked forward.

That mysterious senior was quite kind.

Not only did they deliver the four kinds of divine medicines that were not found in the Ten Realms as agreed, but they also added a starry sky bag and some dense star cores.

With the four divine medicines in hand, the other materials for the Divine Essence Pill are merely a matter of time and money.

With enough dense star cores, the upper limit of the demigod gym's tonnage would be terrifyingly high, perhaps even enough to make the work of a virgin god.

The moment I entered the area within a kilometer of the Dragon God mural, a thick, viscous aura spread throughout my body.

It was as if heavy asphalt had been poured over his head, leaving him sticky all over. At the same time, a huge white dragon claw hovered above the Mountain of Will, its sharp tip pointing downwards.

An unimaginable, immense divine power pressed down on the spiritual world.

Zhou Leng abruptly stopped. In terms of realm, this feeling might not be as powerful as the divine might he had encountered on the Great Battlefield.

But in terms of sheer power and the realism of the experience, it surpassed any previous one.

The oppressive path of the demon world paled in comparison to this divine might, as faint as the breath of someone in winter.

Now I understand why all those dragons have dark circles under their eyes.

As if God were before us.

Zhou Leng's martial will recently reached the second realm, the Vajra Realm.

The spiritual will of all the Grandmaster Dragons present was only at the First Realm, the Rock Realm.

Instead of blindly forging ahead, they stood firm and gradually experienced the truly realistic divine power.

It was viscous, thick, and pervasive, making one feel as if they were immersed in mud.

Meanwhile, in the world of consciousness, the sharp claw continuously rippled with white waves, impacting the mountain of will.

A deafening roar filled the air, accompanied by the sound of crashing waves.

About half an hour later, having become familiar with this level of divine power, Zhou Lengmai walked forward.

This move drew the attention of everyone present.

“Hmm, his aura is off. I thought he had just been promoted to a high-level grandmaster…” King Huijin immediately realized, “After you entered, how long does it take for you to have the strength to take a step? It took me three and a half hours.”

"I'll be here for six hours."

"I'm feeling a bit better, but I can't walk much."

"I'll be here for ten hours."

The Demon Eye of Hell slowly said, "Four hours."

"This guy, I don't know if it's because his strength surpasses ours, or just his martial will. His martial will is quite famous."

"It's probably just that he has a strong martial will. But... the Ancient Call has been activated, so he won't benefit from it, will he?"

"Hiss... If he has already received the ancient call, he might actually catch up with us, especially with the Dragon God's gaze on him..."

The Ten Realms Dragon fell silent. This little brother had shown himself a bit too quickly.

The alien dragons were also surprised that a powerful figure would emerge from the Ten Realms races, and some warlike thoughts stirred within them, prompting them to prepare a challenge.

"Dad! Mom! My teacher is great, isn't he? I have good taste, don't I?" Winter of Despair said smugly.

The two dragon races did not realize the value of Zhou Leng's rapid progress, and the gazes of the demigods and undead changed slightly.

Their people have lived here for many years and have never seen any other race's grandmaster begin to take steps so quickly.

Even the occasional appearance of intermediate or advanced alien civilizations wouldn't be this fast. Although those advanced alien civilizations aren't the best in the universe, they should still be able to crush the masters of elementary civilizations.

Some of the demigods and undead had their gazes tremble slightly.

If this person can walk to the bottom of the stone wall and touch the mural before the official opening, he will become the true dragon king.

The one chosen in the battle at the foot of Mount Zhenwang was merely a false true king.

Zhou Leng walked forward, and stopped again after reaching 900 meters.

Half an hour later, we continued walking.

The audience was silent.

After walking 800 meters, I stopped again, and after another half hour, I continued walking.

This time, everyone couldn't hold back any longer and started discussing it.

And so, Zhou Leng moved forward at a steady pace of 100 meters every half hour until he reached the 500-meter mark, at which point he stopped for a full two hours.

Then, we reached a point 400 meters away.

Five hours later, Zhou Leng continued forward.

Arrive at a distance of 300 meters.

His figure swayed, and he sat on the ground, his body bearing the terrifying divine power.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Leng got up.

Instead of moving forward, they turned around and walked back.

He was drenched in sweat, his eye sockets were black, and he looked like a human panda.

All parties breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it would have been too crazy to walk directly to the foot of the stone wall.

Zhou Leng returned to the dragon camp, took out his tent, and went to sleep on the spot.

The other dragons spontaneously circled the tent.

The alien dragons, whose gazes toward Zhou Leng were originally filled with ferocity, now looked at the tent with peace and tranquility.

After all, this person might be able to activate the Dragon God's Gaze.

"I'm really amazing. Without my protection all the way, he would have died out there long ago," Winter of Determination sighed softly.

The undead god next to him rolled his eyes.

Generally speaking, while waiting for the power of the Dragon God mural to weaken, some alien dragons would lose their temper and challenge the dragons of the Ten Realms to duels or even life-or-death battles.

This time, however, the alien dragons were very friendly, even sending one over to chat and agreeing that the two races should be on friendly terms and not fight and kill each other in the True King's Land, making a spectacle of themselves for outsiders.

Then, they inquired about Zhou Leng's background.

The Ten Realms Dragon didn't hold back, giving a general explanation but not revealing details like the Dragon God's combat techniques.

After the visiting alien dragon returned, it explained the situation.

The remaining alien dragons breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this person was only strong in martial arts will, but not in other aspects. He might be able to open the Dragon God mural, but he might not be able to compete for the title of True King.

An unprecedented calm prevailed before the mural of the Dragon God.

After Zhou Leng woke up, he chatted with the dragons for a few minutes, but there was no news, so he went straight inside.

Step by step, they stopped at 400 meters, once again feeling the powerful pressure of the dragon god.

This time, after reaching 300 meters, I persisted for three hours.

I went to sleep, came here, and persisted for five hours at a distance of 300 meters.

He came again, and this time, he reached a distance of 200 meters, but only paused for a moment before his body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he suddenly retreated.

Jue Si Ban Jiao said, "Two hundred meters is probably his limit. Two hundred meters already shows the potential of a Void God."

"If one can truly touch the mural at the Grandmaster level, then that is the true God-level talent. Although one may not necessarily ascend to the level of a true god, in the universe, one would be considered one of the most outstanding geniuses."

Zhou Leng did not give in; he kept trying, back and forth.

Ten days later, they finally reached a distance of 100 meters.

However, they could only stay put and could not move forward.

Three more days passed, and after many attempts, he was still unable to move forward even one step within a 100-meter radius.

Even so, all parties expressed their admiration.

Among this batch of dragons, even the strongest alien dragon could only reach 600 meters.

Zhou Leng rested again, and after waking up, he continued on his way.

Everyone watched in silence.

When they reached the hundred-meter mark, everyone saw Zhou Leng take a step and then continue walking.

Although every step felt incredibly heavy and my body swayed slightly, I continued to move forward.

Step by step, step by step.

Like one mountain, heading towards another.

The dragons held their breath and fell silent.

Until Zhou Leng's hand landed on the mural of the Dragon God.

The sunlight burst forth, and the mountain seemed to open like a gate.

With a tremendous roar, the black dragon painted on the stone wall burst forth, quickly transforming from black lines into a two-colored dragon.

Black belly and silver back, elegant and noble, rising high.

The giant dragon hovered high in the sky, its eyes closed.

A dense, oppressive aura rippled in all directions.

All beings bowed their heads.

The dragon opened its eyes, revealing purple pupils and golden horns, and reigned supreme over the world.

Wherever his gaze fell, divine might swept across the land, cleansing the world.

(End of this chapter)