Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 117 Three Levels, only the final three levels of the Heavenly Ladder remain...

"This—the Crimson Flame Sword!"

Mo Zheng stared in astonishment at the divine weapon in his hand.

Previously, a layer of dark red flames spread from the blade of his sword, covering his entire body.

Under the burning dark red flames, the endless lava outside did not seep into his body in the slightest; he only felt a slight warmth.

"Hahaha, I'm not dead! I actually survived!"

After his initial shock, Mo Zheng's face quickly turned into a joyful laugh of relief, for he had truly thought he was going to die!

Even if a martial artist has a body of steel and iron, what good will it do? If they fall into this sea of ​​lava and fire, their steel and iron bodies will be gradually corroded away. Instead, because they cannot die immediately, they will struggle and wail in even more pain.

If he could use his telekinesis, he could easily take flight, but there was a strange suction force in this sea of ​​lava and fire!

Especially the moment they fell in, their hair immediately caught fire, and their clothes and armor followed suit. Only those who have experienced it can understand how desperate that feeling was.

However, at this critical moment between life and death, the "heavenly fire" burning on the Crimson Flame Sword spread out along the hilt of the sword. Wherever it passed, the magma receded and the flames were extinguished, enveloping Mo Zheng's entire body like a protective layer, which saved Mo Zheng's life in this sea of ​​magma and fire.

Mo Zheng never expected that he survived because of the Crimson Flame Divine Sword in his hand protecting him!

"I'm afraid even the sect leader himself couldn't have imagined that this divine weapon would save my life in this way."

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Mo Zheng looked at the divine weapon in his hand with delight. The glimmer of hope amidst despair was the most moving thing to do.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, Xiaotian, Qiu'er————"

At that moment, the first people that came to Mo Zheng's mind were his family.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead. I will keep my promise to you. I will definitely reunite our family." Mo Zheng's eyes were firm.

When he realized that his telekinesis was ineffective, he thought he was doomed and would be unable to fulfill his promise. However, he has now survived.

Mo Zheng was not afraid of death; he had already died once in his previous life.

But even in death, one should die with value.

Mo Zheng could accept dying to protect his family or to slay demons.

However, he could not accept being murdered like this!

"Fang Yang!"

Mo Zheng pictured Fang Yang wielding a sword, and a nameless rage surged within him, turning his eyes bloodshot.

As if sensing its master's intentions, the Crimson Flame Divine Sword hummed, and the dark red flames it emitted intensified.

"I never took you seriously. Firstly, we don't usually interact and have no grudges against each other. Secondly, I have a good impression of Teacher Wang He; she's been quite kind to me and has always protected the disciples of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. Thirdly, I was too confident, thinking that with my strength, you were nothing. But I never expected you would dare to ambush me?!"

Mo Zheng murmured, "I want to thank you. Thank you for teaching me an important lesson: never trust people too easily, and never leave your back to anyone else!"

His biggest mistake was not being on guard against Fang Yang.

After all, this is the Haotian Secret Realm, a secret realm where many disciples lose their lives every time it is opened.

Even in this seemingly safe third level, there is still a sea of ​​lava and fire. Before you have completely walked out of it, who can be sure that there is no danger in the Haotian Secret Realm?

In addition, their shared identity as disciples of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall naturally fostered a sense of identification with Fang Yang, leading him to want to band together for mutual support.

But now it seems that this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Fang Yang had been planning to ambush him from the very beginning.

According to the way the other party ascended the Heavenly Ladder, he could have already reached a higher level of the Heavenly Ladder, but he rested for a long time on each level, and even broke through the sixth level of the Heavenly Ladder. He didn't leave, seemingly recuperating from his injuries, but in reality, he was waiting to ambush me!

The top disciple of Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy is actually such a scheming and treacherous person!

In Mo Zheng's view, this approach can only be described as stupid.

The two had no enmity or grudge against each other. What did Fang Yang want from killing him? Was it simply because he was worried that his talent was stronger than Fang Yang's and that he would always be above him?

However, he was unaware that he had long planned to leave the Great Yan and go to the Great Qian.

Ignoring reality, even from a martial arts perspective, such behavior is extremely foolish.

Martial arts training may seem to be about strengthening one's blood and qi, tempering one's body, and comprehending external skills, but in reality, it is about cultivating one's heart, a heart that is fearless.

Only when the mind is fearless can one grow from weakness to strength, continuously break through each level, and complete the transformation of one's own strength.

The fourth realm of external martial arts cultivation, the martial arts intent, seems to be about comprehending the intent of the sword and the saber, but in reality it is about one's own mind and one's own martial arts will!

Only a truly powerful martial will can intimidate the minds of other martial artists, making those below the Bone and Tendon Realm afraid to even draw their weapons.

Without this fearless martial spirit, Fang Yang is destined to struggle to break through to the Internal Organs Realm.

Even though he gained a lot of martial arts insights about subsequent cultivation from the possession experience in the second stage, he still couldn't become a true strongman!

"Once I get out of here, Fang Yang, I will tear you to pieces!"

Mo Zheng said in a low voice, his tone full of anger and hatred.

However, he quickly put the matter out of his mind; his immediate priority was not revenge, but getting out of this predicament.

The Crimson Flame Divine Weapon could protect him for a while, but its power was not inexhaustible. If the "Heavenly Fire" attached to it disappeared, Mo Zheng's death would be just a matter of moments. He had to escape from this sea of ​​lava and fire as soon as possible.

He looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw the cliffs not far away.

Staying in this sea of ​​lava and fire would be certain death, so it's best to get ashore first. Even if you can't resist the suction force, staying on the cliff is much safer than being in this sea of ​​fire.

With this thought in mind, he pushed off with his legs and glided through the sea of ​​fire filled with lava, as if swimming.

Although the lava was incredibly viscous and difficult to slide through, Mo Zheng was no ordinary person. He possessed astonishing strength and quickly moved his body toward the cliff face.

Soon, his body reached the cliff.

Without hesitation, Mo Zheng leaped forward, thrusting his sword into the cliff face and dangling his body in mid-air.

buzzing————

Seemingly sensing the disappearance of the high temperature outside, the dark red "heavenly fire" attached to his body vanished without a trace in an instant.

Without the protection of "Heavenly Fire", a scorching heat suddenly hit him, and even though Mo Zheng was already immune to heat and cold, he was still covered in sweat.

The intense evaporation of moisture made him feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

We need to leave quickly!

Mo Zheng knew he was too close to the lava. The scorching heat might not be fatal immediately, but if left for too long, he would still turn into roasted meat. So he took out another sword from his treasure pouch.

puff!

He held the object and plunged it into the rock wall again, using the support to move it up a little, then pulled out the Crimson Flame and inserted it into a higher place.

And so, with Hearing Sound in his left hand and Crimson Flame in his right, one a precious weapon and the other a divine weapon, he pierced the rock wall with interlaced weapons, and little by little, he broke free from the boundless sea of ​​fire below and climbed toward the top of the cliff.

This was a last resort. Although he wanted to fly directly using his telekinesis, he was wary of the suction force generated earlier and dared not use his telekinesis at all.

Fortunately, he possessed incredible strength, and both of his longswords were exceptionally sharp. At first, he was a bit slow, but as he became more skilled, his climbing speed increased, becoming almost as fast as a normal person walking.

However, the cliff was very high, and it took him about half an hour to climb to the top. He collapsed on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

We survived! We finally survived!

He was overjoyed. Once on the ground, he would be safe, and even if he wanted to leave, it would only be a matter of a moment's thought.

But Mo Zheng isn't stupid. He's already safe, so why would he go out?

The ladder to heaven is a rare opportunity to make up for any shortcomings in one's foundation and to correct any deficiencies in one's early cultivation. If one misses this opportunity, one may never encounter such a good chance again in this lifetime.

After resting for a while, Mo Zheng leaped up and descended towards the heavenly ladder.

However, perhaps because he had already passed the first six levels, when others landed on them, no silver figure appeared, and even that invisible force disappeared without a trace.

It wasn't until the seventh level of the Heavenly Ladder that the invisible force descended, suppressing his strength. At the same time, a silver figure materialized opposite him and began fighting with Mo Zheng.

This silver figure, wielding two longswords, used them simultaneously, unleashing the Gale Sword Intent with one sword and the Blazing Fire Sword Intent with the other. With perfect coordination, Mo Zheng's figure was instantly engulfed by the Gale and Blazing Fire.

He hurriedly swung his weapon to defend himself, but felt a pressure far greater than before.

The intensity of a duel at the level of martial arts intent is far greater than that at the levels of subtlety and unity.

Moreover, the opponent's configuration was exactly the same as Mo Zheng's in every aspect, so even though he was determined to take a defensive stance, he still found it quite difficult to fight.

This battle took half a day before Mo Zheng finally found an opportunity to kill the silver figure.

However, he also had a sword wound on his body, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably.

Mo Zheng, however, felt no pain at all, his mind still preoccupied with the duel just now.

He murmured, "So, my martial arts concept has so many flaws—"

Compared to the levels of "Subtlety" and "Unity," Mo Zheng's swordsmanship has already reached the realm of martial arts intent. When he uses swordsmanship at this level, it is naturally extremely close to perfection.

However, even Mo Zheng only comprehended the essence of martial arts in a few months. He couldn't see it when facing an enemy on a regular basis, but when he experienced it face-to-face, he naturally noticed many flaws, some of which were even extremely fatal.

He sat on the ground, eating and drinking large mouthfuls of food and water, his mind filled with the scene of the duel just now.

After eating and drinking his fill and regaining his strength, he immediately got up and began practicing his swordsmanship, perfecting his weaknesses, pausing from time to time to think, and then swinging his longsword again.

He lingered on the seventh level of the Heavenly Ladder for much longer than he had on previous visits.

It wasn't until the day was almost over that a reminder appeared on the ladder, and he finally climbed to the eighth level.

The battle on the eighth floor was even more difficult. This time, it took Mo Zheng most of the day to defeat his opponent, and he was left with two more sword wounds.

After Mo Zheng passed the ninth level, he had more than ten sword wounds on his body, and his blood stained his tattered clothes crimson.

Mo Zheng was extremely happy. The battle on the three levels of the Heavenly Ladder was far more helpful to him than the previous six levels, allowing him to understand many of the shortcomings and flaws in his own martial arts realm.

Sitting on the steps, he quietly pondered, and apart from the endless flow of lava, there was no other movement in the third level, the Hall of Mortal Transformation.

Since Mo Zheng, no disciple of the Hun Tian Sect has been able to reach this place.

However, when another day passed, the reminder sounded from the Heavenly Ladder, and Mo Zheng awoke from his meditation, his expression immediately becoming solemn.

He can stay on this level of the ladder for another fifteen minutes.

If you don't leave within fifteen minutes, you will be moved out of this hall.

The Heavenly Ladder has three more levels.

Needless to say, these three levels transcend the realm of martial arts and correspond to internal strength.

However, Mo Zheng is still far from mastering the hidden strength. He has only grasped a trace of the raging fire intent, not to mention the third level of the Wind and Fire Sword, which combines raging fire and raging wind.

"What should we do? Leave now?"

Standing atop the Heavenly Ladder, Mo Zheng recalled the rewards for the first and second trials, feeling a deep sense of reluctance. He knew the reward for passing the third trial would be incredibly amazing!

"But I absolutely cannot pass the remaining three levels. The test of this third level is too abnormal. It requires a martial artist below the Bone and Tendon Realm to comprehend Dark Force. How could there be such a person in this world?" Mo Zheng said with a frown.

Moreover, it's not just one level of the ladder, it's three levels in total.

This must correspond to an extremely profound level of internal strength, which is not something that someone who has only grasped a little bit can overcome.

However, with such a profound understanding of the Dark Force level, he would probably have already become a Martial Saint, or even a powerful figure among Martial Saints. According to the restrictions of the Haotian Secret Realm, he wouldn't even be able to enter, let alone participate in the test.

These three tests are far too demanding.

"What should we do?"

Mo Zheng looked up ahead; the distance of just three levels of the Heavenly Ladder was enough for him to see the end of the ladder clearly.

There was a huge black stone platform there, faintly glowing red, about a hundred feet away from him in a straight line, and about seventy or eighty feet high.

If he were outside, he could easily leap across and reach the top of the black stone platform.

But in this secret realm, below lies a cliff and a sea of ​​fire. The only ladder that can be used for leverage is a powerful opponent that will appear once you encounter it, so there's no point in even considering it.

"Three levels, just the final three levels of the Heavenly Ladder are missing —"

Mo Zheng stared at the finish line with great reluctance. He knew that once he crossed it, he would surely receive an amazing reward.

This level is far more difficult than the previous two, and the reward is probably even more precious than the opportunity to possess and comprehend the Dao!

But he only has less than fifteen minutes left to stay up there.

To give it a shot, or to leave now?

Mo Zheng thought for a moment and made a decision.