Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 1020 Inheritance Acquired, Attributes Soar

However, he is not afraid of close combat with fists and feet.

Weapons are an extension of fists, feet, and limbs, but conversely, weapon skills can naturally return to fists, feet, and limbs.

Without a solid foundation and sufficient skills, how can one master the art of weapon fighting?
Gao Yang's mind was churning with thoughts, but his steps did not falter at all as he approached the projection of Erlang Shen's Great Dao step by step.

Opposite him, the projection of Erlang Shen walked unhurriedly, his eyes were calm and still, and the vertical eye between his brows was half-open and half-closed, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The two stopped, no more than ten meters apart.

Gao Yang looked at the projection of Erlang Shen opposite him, his eyes flashing with sword intent.

The entire face of the Erlang Shen projection was shrouded in a thin mist, obscuring his expression; only the divine light in his eyes was clearly visible.

However, judging from his calm posture, he didn't seem to have any intention of making the first move.

drink!
Gao Yang let out a low shout, his eyes flashing with sword intent. He clenched his right fist, took a step forward ten meters, and his whole body was bursting with killing intent. He raised his right arm, which was like a whip, a hammer, and a heavy sword, and smashed it fiercely towards Erlang Shen!

The projection of Erlang Shen remained unmoved, taking only a step back, raising his arm and throwing a punch like a spear thrusting straight at him.

The force of this punch was so great that, at such a distance, Gao Yang could even hear the rumbling sound like muffled thunder emanating from the projection of Erlang Shen.

Boom!
The two fists collided, and Gao Yang's finger bones were in excruciating pain, almost cracking. On the other hand, Erlang Shen's punch did not pause at all, and he advanced again, his fist heading straight for Gao Yang's head.

Before the fist even landed, the gust of wind it generated pulled Gao Yang's hair straight back, scraping against his face with excruciating pain.

Gao Yang was jolted, and the space beneath his feet shattered with a "crack," unleashing a burst of violent force that caused his body to rise more than a meter in height.

From his vantage point high above, he slammed his fist down, aiming straight for Erlang Shen's head.

boom!boom!
Two muffled thuds resounded as Gao Yang's chest caved in, and a phantom fist imprint emerged from his back. Erlang Shen's head turned to the side, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground to his right.

Gao Yang's blood was boiling, but in the next instant, he stepped forward again, his fist like a heavy sword, slashing at Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen was in the same situation; his injuries were essentially the same as no injuries at all. He clenched his fists and thrust at Gao Yang again.

bang bang bang~
As the two clashed repeatedly, the sounds of their fists and palms striking each other were rapid and deep, like the beat of a drum. Everything around them began to shatter from the terrifying force, and large patches of fist marks and sword marks appeared in the surrounding space.
Both were practitioners of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, possessing boundless physical strength and extraordinary bodies. Every move they made carried immense power.

Although they did not use magic or mental power, their physical strength became increasingly refined and profound through physical combat alone, with each punch and palm strike carrying terrifying force.

Erlang Shen achieved sainthood in his physical body, and his usual weapons are the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword and the Mountain-Splitting Axe. Both are powerful and fierce. Although he does not have his weapons at this moment, his movements are still smooth and consistent, and his strength is increasing layer by layer.

Every punch and kick creates large ripples in space.

Gao Yang became more and more excited as the fight progressed. This kind of battle, which was completely devoid of any fancy moves and purely a contest of physical strength and close combat skills, was something he had rarely experienced since he entered the online world.

In the past, all those battles were life-or-death struggles between mortal enemies, with the ultimate goal of each attack being to kill the opponent completely, making them extremely efficient and brutal.

But this battle was different. Weapons were abandoned, and it was purely hand-to-hand combat. This brutal clash caused Gao Yang's well-trained physique to gradually heat up. His blood, heavy as mercury, surged and roared in his veins, unleashing its power.

Boom!
Another punch collided.

Gao Yang's chest heaved violently, and the endless airflow in his lungs exploded in his throat, producing a deep roar like a tiger's howl.

Clang!
Gao Yang clenched his right fist, and the exposed skin instantly turned crimson, with thick, bluish-black veins tangled around it. His whole body swelled up, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying!
"Man-made disaster, meteorite!"

By transforming his fist into a sword, Gao Yang unleashed this sword technique, and the immense sword pressure instantly spread out. Wherever Gao Yang's fist pointed, space shattered inch by inch.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Erlang Shen, and then he threw a punch.

Faced with Gao Yang's earth-shattering punch, Erlang Shen neither dodged nor avoided it. His heart pounded like a drum, and crimson blood mist spread from his body. With a tremor under his feet, the ground instantly cracked like tortoise shell patterns.

At the same time, his muscles and bones resonated, as if dragons and elephants were roaring together, and endless power rose from his feet, passed through his legs, waist, shoulders, and elbows, and reached his fist.

As their fists collided, the space around them was pulverized into dust by the tangible force ripples.

A piercing pain shot through Gao Yang, his finger bones shattered, but with just a simple retraction of his fist, they were completely healed.

The ground beneath Erlang Shen's feet cracked like a spider web, but his gaze remained calm.

"Come again!"

Gao Yang let out a low roar and charged forward again, clenching his fist.

Three days later, Gao Yang clenched his fist and looked at Erlang Shen slowly dissipating in front of him, then exhaled a heavy breath of hot air.

For three whole days, he fought Erlang Shen, and finally completely destroyed his projection of the Great Dao.

Fortunately, this projection of the Great Dao only possessed power but lacked any spirituality. If it had the corresponding spirituality, the difficulty of this battle would probably have increased significantly.

To defeat it, the time and effort required would increase exponentially.

Erlang Shen's projection of the Great Dao disappeared, and a platinum-colored ancient book slowly emerged from the place where he had vanished.

Gao Yang looked at the ancient book that appeared in front of him, his eyes shining.

He came to the Primordial World with only this ancient book in front of him as his sole purpose, and now he has finally achieved his wish.

He took two steps forward and reached out to grab the ancient book.

The moment his palm touched the ancient book, it transformed into a ball of light that entered his palm, and then a large amount of information automatically appeared in his mind.

The content on it is no different from the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts that Gao Yang practiced.

However, compared to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts that Gao Yang practiced, he felt something different the moment this ancient book entered his body.

The bottleneck that had once bound and restricted him shattered the moment he received the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. Boundless energy surged through his body, and the feeling of power flowing throughout his entire being filled him with joy, causing him to let out a roar.

After the whooshing sound, Gao Yang felt something and immediately sat down cross-legged to begin cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

As he cultivated his spiritual practice, his skin color began to change slowly, and the connection between his body and soul became increasingly close.

It was as if a furnace was burning fiercely within him, and his boundless energy was like fuel thrown into the furnace, making the fire burn even brighter.

Gao Yang introspected his own body and, sensing something, began to circulate his own blood. Under his control, his blood, heavy as mercury, continuously entered the furnace formed by his heart. With each entry, some impurities were burned out, and the newly generated blood became increasingly heavy, as well as increasingly condensed and pure.

His blood, carrying high temperatures, coursed through his entire body in a short instant, making his skin increasingly red. A wave of heat radiated from his body, as if scalding steam were being expelled.

The cultivation of the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts has only just begun.

This cultivation will transform his body from the inside out, from his internal organs to his meridians, from his flesh and blood to his skin, from his bones to his bone marrow, and even his mind and will. Everything will begin to change under the influence of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

When this change is fully completed, it will also mean that Gao Yang's seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts will be directly mastered.

As time ticked by, the number of cultivators waiting outside the Hall of Inheritance had increased from three to more than thirty.

They sat silently in their respective places, looking at the tightly closed palace doors, their thoughts unknown.

A month later, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the three people who had arrived at the place first, and asked: "Fellow Daoists, you said that someone entered the hall before you, but why has a month passed and we still haven't seen that person come out of the hall?"

Could it be that they're deliberately trying to deceive us?!

Surrounded by numerous gazes, one of them remained unfazed and said, "Brother Dao, you are mistaken. With fellow Daoists before us, what right do we, the three of us, have to deceive you? Furthermore, if you do not believe me, you are welcome to visit the Inheritance Hall yourself."

Seeing his self-righteousness, the others stopped questioning him.

Everyone was well aware of the situation at the Hall of Inheritance. This question was merely a confirmation; they had no intention of fighting over such a trivial matter.

After a round of questioning, the area in front of the Hall of Inheritance returned to calm.

Those who were able to enter the land of Erlang Shen's inheritance were naturally not those rogue cultivators without background or power. Moreover, their cultivation levels were basically at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. At this realm, a single seclusion would probably take years. A mere month was just a short period of cultivation for them.

Calmness returned to the Hall of Inheritance, and everyone began their respective cultivation practices.

However, six months later, the many cultivators here began to stir again.

It should be noted that the Erlang Shen's inheritance site is only open for a maximum of five years. Half a year has already been wasted here. If this continues, then this trip will truly be a waste.

"You can wait all you want, I'll be going now."

A Taiyi Golden Immortal stood up and decisively flew away into the distance.

The inheritance of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, although it is the most advanced physical cultivation method in the entire prehistoric world, is extremely difficult to obtain. They came here only to try their luck.

However, if they were to give up a rare and precious treasure that they could most likely obtain in order to gamble on a possibility, then that would be the least worthwhile thing for them.

Although the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts can be called a "watermelon," this "watermelon" is not so easy to obtain. Now that they can't get the "watermelon," they have to find a way to hold the "sesame seeds" that are easy to get.

Some people left first, and the remaining cultivators who were waiting there also began to leave one after another.

In just half a month, only five people remained waiting here.

Of the more than thirty people who made it to the end, only these five remained, which shows how deeply these five people were obsessed with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Of course, Gao Yang, who was in the land of inheritance, was unaware of what was happening in the outside world. He was just constantly cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and undergoing the process of transformation.

Before the towering statue, Gao Yang finally opened his eyes.

He looked at the statue in front of him and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Two years, a full two years. With the help of the wonders of this place of inheritance, he finally completed the cultivation of the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

At this point, the physical body has been completely transformed, and the mind and will have continuously merged with the body in this process, completing a small part of the transformation.

When his physical body and mental will are completely integrated, that is when he has achieved complete mastery of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and reached the realm of immortality of body and mind.

Breaking through to the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts also brought him even more gains.

Gao Yang clenched his fist slightly, and the integrated network panel unfolded in front of him.

Name: Gao Yang
Class: The One and Only God of War (LV27)

Health: 100%
Dou Qi: 1350000/1350000
Strength: 35+2
Agility: 31+2
Physique: 36+2
Intelligence: 26+1
Charisma: 26+1
Perception: 25+2
Free attribute points: 0, Extraordinary attribute points: 0, Legendary attribute points: 0

The achievement of the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts directly increased his four attributes of Strength, Physique, Sensitivity, and Cognition by two points, and his Intelligence and Charisma attributes by one point each, for a total of ten legendary attribute points.

It can be said that the mere increase of these ten legendary attributes is enough to make all the effort and risks that Gao Yang has put in worthwhile.

The increase in these attributes was something Gao Yang hadn't anticipated, and could be considered an unexpected gain.

He turned off the integrated network panel, looked at the mountain of gray impurities around him, and sighed inwardly.

The transformation brought about by the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is not just talk; it is a true transformation. These mountains of impurities are being expelled from his body.

His current physical strength is several times greater than before. His physical defense and attack alone are enough to threaten a quasi-saint level being.

"It's time to leave."

Gao Yang muttered to himself, then got up and walked outside.

Arriving in the Primordial World, the time spent finding and accepting the inheritance was not much, but the cultivation time after accepting the inheritance far exceeded his expectations.

For two whole years, he didn't move an inch in this land of inheritance, but the gains were still enormous.

He was nearing the end of his allotted time in this primordial world; if he stayed any longer, he might miss the first gathering of the Immortal Association.

Gao Yang walked out of the Inheritance Hall in a few steps and immediately saw the five cultivators waiting outside the door.

A quick glance revealed that they were all cultivators at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.

Gao Yang withdrew his gaze, took a step, and his body disappeared from the spot.

As soon as he left, the five cultivators waiting there unleashed their magical power and rushed towards the Inheritance Hall, eager to be the first to enter.

However, all of this was no longer relevant to Gao Yang. At his current speed, he had already appeared outside the True Lord's Palace in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)