Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Tread!

Erlang Shen walked onto the base, and his feet had somehow overlapped with the remaining half of his foot.

Then, puffs of gold dust fell, like golden raindrops falling from the sky, dazzlingly beautiful.

Zhou Chen lay on the ground, struggling to sit up, and looked towards the center.

As the golden rain fell, the majestic Erlang Shen, as imposing as a mountain, turned gray and petrified, starting from his brow.

The tattered phoenix crown, the blood-stained battle robe, the armor covered with silver scales—each element is captured in a distinct frame.

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Yang Family Ancestral Hall in Guanxian County.

On the empty ancestral shrine, only the topmost memorial tablet stands upright.

Suddenly, a cloud of black dust crashed through the door and rushed toward the central memorial tablet as if it were aware of something.

As the black dust approached, the memorial tablet emitted a pale golden halo, repelling the dust from getting closer.

Unfortunately, after a while, the pale golden halo grew dimmer.

Cracks appeared on the memorial tablet, and the cracking sound was incessant. The already blurred characters on it dried up and disappeared like water.

Until the halo dissipated, black dust enveloped the entire memorial tablet in the blink of an eye, and the sound of gnawing and chewing could be heard, like termites hollowing out wood, leaving only a pile of sawdust.

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In front of the Temple of the True Lord of the Wondrous Way of Qingyuan.

With a loud "clang".

A long staff, rusted all over except for its golden tip, fell from Erlang Shen's petrified body.

"Didn't any supernatural artifacts drop?" Zhou Chen looked him up and down, but found no trace of any supernatural artifacts.

He was greatly disappointed and lay down, panting heavily.

After the battle, although they had defeated a powerful enemy, no relics were lost. It would be a lie to say they weren't disappointed.

It's like in a game, you finally fight and kill a boss, but in the end, you don't get any loot.

After a while, Zhou Chen recovered slightly and managed to sit up and move to the rusty long stick.

Zhou Chen picked up the long stick and stared intently at the golden tip of the stick, where all the rust had been peeled away, and was secretly amazed.

This staff played a significant role in our victory over a formidable enemy like Erlang Shen.

If the staff were made of inferior material and broken by the three-pointed double-edged sword, even a martial artist who only knows staff techniques might not be able to defeat Erlang Shen in a bare-handed fight, even if he had reached the point of enlightenment.

"I wonder whose weapon this is?"

A picture of a hairy-faced thunder god suddenly flashed through his mind, but he shook his head.

It is said that the Great Sage's weapon weighs 13,500 jin. Although he has already surpassed 1,000 jin in strength, he is still far from 10,000 jin, let alone wielding a weapon weighing 10,000 jin.

Before me stood a statue of Erlang Shen, as tall as a person.

Under the perception of the psychic powers, an extremely solid divine power was contained within, yet it continuously dissipated and surged towards the base.

The divine light barrier had become much more solid and brighter to the naked eye.

"Is this Erlang Shen in his true form? Or just a wisp of remnant spirit left behind in the Qiankun Realm?"

Zhou Chen recalled the words Erlang Shen had asked when they first met, when Erlang Shen seemed to be still somewhat lucid. He couldn't help but sigh, realizing that the inexplicable calamity had weakened such a powerful deity to this extent.

Even this boundless realm of heaven and earth was completely engulfed in the ashes of calamity.

Zhou Chen pondered for a moment, then leaned on his long staff, bent slightly, and bowed to the statue in front of him.

Although defeating Erlang Shen did not yield any magical relics, he still bowed sincerely to Erlang Shen, who had fallen while protecting all living beings.

Even now, his petrified body still lights the only lamp for this world.

Perhaps, abandoning all living beings in this world, Erlang Shen's strength would allow him to live a peaceful life in a secluded corner.

Just then, a bright, golden ball of light slid off Erlang Shen's body.

"A relic of divine power!" Zhou Chen was thrilled as he looked at the brilliant golden ball of light that had suddenly fallen.

He strode forward, reached out, and grasped it.

In an instant, several pieces of information appeared on the panel.

[Divine Relic: The Remnant Will of a Person Possessing Great Divine Power]

[Name of the supernatural power: Eight-Nine Arcane Arts (inherited from Erlang Shen Yang Jian)]

【Effects: The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts forge an indestructible Vajra; it manipulates creation, emulating the laws of heaven and earth; the primordial spirit circulates freely, imperishable through countless eons】

[Has it been infused with supernatural powers?]

"Eight-Nine Arcane Arts." The information popped up on the panel, but Zhou Chen was not overjoyed.

He looked up at the temple with its open gates, the interior still dark, and then glanced at the life-sized Erlang Shen statue in front of him.

For some reason, the corners of the statue's mouth seemed to be turned up a bit more than before.

"Integration".

In an instant, a method came to mind.

Without Zhou Chen even having to think about it, the blood and qi within his body seemed to be summoned, rising and falling like a tide, washing over his bones again and again.

Each rinse sent tingling and dull pain through my body, like a series of fine, heavy hammer blows striking me repeatedly.

In the real world, Zhou Chen's forehead was beaded with sweat, his jaw clenched, and he remained motionless.

His body was being repeatedly forged and tempered, like blacksmithing, like quenching, layer upon layer of pressing and sublimation.

Just as ordinary iron is forged into steel through a hundred forgings, and a human body is hammered into a god through a thousand hammerings.

Several hours had passed, and Zhou Chen's soul had already returned from the Qiankun Realm, but the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts had not yet been fully integrated.

As dawn broke, Zhou Chen slowly opened his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and a straight white line condensed in the air, lingering for a long time.

Zhou Chen looked down at his hands.

Skin, muscles, bones—every part of the body is different from before.

Although Zhou Chen had already completed the tempering of all parts of his body, it was as if he had compressed layers of cotton. Although he had become much stronger and harder, his essence was still soft cotton.

After being transformed overnight by the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his entire body had been transformed into steel, and even a casual strike had exceeded his previous full strength.

Without activating his qi and blood, Zhou Chen casually clenched his fist, causing a slight popping sound in the air.

【Eight-Nine Arcane Arts (Beginner, 0%)】

Zhou Chen gripped the Moonlight Staff leaning against the bed, twirled it a few times, and frowned slightly.

Having acquired the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his physical strength increased several times over, but the Moonlight Staff he had only recently obtained was already too light and agile.

"I wonder if I have the strength I need now to be able to compete with a Qi Opening martial artist," Zhou Chen thought to himself.

His physical strength has increased several times over, making him invincible in the Marrow Cleansing Realm without a doubt.

Now, his only worry is the master of the hall, Yi Yan, who has already broken through to enlightenment and become an enemy.

After moving around for a while, Zhou Chen gradually adapted to his transformed body.

I pushed open the door, but there was no one outside.

The maids and servants in the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Hall were all dismissed yesterday.

This clearly shows that Yi Yan's opponent is not a soft-hearted person.

If he finds Yi Yangen's location, the entire Crimson Flame Martial Arts School will likely suffer a terrible fate.

Once a martial artist reaches the Enlightenment Realm, they can practically do whatever they want in a remote county like Xingde County, as long as they don't openly leave their name or traces and provoke the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Only in county towns with stronger constraints will they restrain themselves, simply because those at the Enlightenment Realm are not considered strong in county towns.

After all, the strong enjoy privileges in any place.

Zhou Chen practiced the staff technique once, and Chen Yunpeng walked in from outside the door.

He saw that Zhou Chen's every move exuded the air of a master, and he was no longer surprised.

"Junior Brother Zhou, someone asked me to act as an intermediary."