Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Inside the light curtain.

The image distorted for a moment, and the scene of the third floor of the Tower of Babel slowly unfolded.

This is a raging sea of ​​lightning, engulfed by endless thunder.

Purple lightning bolts, like angry dragons, roamed freely through the void, each flash accompanied by a terrifying roar that shattered space.

Thunder in the middle of the sea.

An ancient Thunder Clan mark, formed entirely from pure lightning laws, slowly emerged.

He held a massive Thor's hammer, and his eyes flashed with blinding lightning.

Its aura is deep and majestic.

"Peak mid-stage Black Hole level!"

In the square, an inner sect elder gasped, instantly seeing through the true nature of the Thunder Clan mark.

"Not only is their cultivation level high, but they are also from the ancient Thunder Clan! A battle race born to wield the laws of thunder and destruction!"

"This kind of oppressive aura would force even a typical late-stage Black Hole level elder to temporarily retreat!"

Inside the light curtain.

Lin Yan stood at the edge of the sea of ​​lightning, his black robe torn in various places by the violent lightning and gale.

His breathing was unusually heavy.

Just now on the second floor, he forcibly used the soul power of "Jin Zun" to unleash the Tai Xu Bone Flame, which put a great strain on his physical body and spirit.

At this moment, his eyes had returned to their normal black color.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The illusory soul of the Ember Lord flickered slightly, revealing a hint of weariness that was hard to conceal.

"Little Yanzi".

Jin Zun's voice rang in Lin Yan's mind, carrying an undeniable seriousness.

"That's about it."

"My soul power was greatly depleted just now, and I cannot lend it to you anymore. Otherwise, it will damage my essence and may even attract the attention of the great formation deep within the Tower of Babel."

Jin Zun shook his head as he looked at the imposing Thunder Clan mark outside.

"You can't beat this third level."

"Refund."

"To be able to pass the second level with the cultivation of the Hengxing level is enough for you to stand out among the heroes in the Primordial Divine Martial Sect."

retreat?

Lin Yan tightened his grip on the bladeless heavy sword.

The knuckles turned pale from excessive force.

He raised his head and stared intently at the invincible Thunder Clan mark in the center of the sea of ​​thunder.

"teacher."

Lin Yan gritted his teeth and transmitted his thoughts in his mind, his voice revealing a kind of obsession.

"Third floor cleared..."

"That's a whole thirty thousand Star Stones!"

Thirty thousand!

For those high-ranking domain lords and realm lords, this might just be a small amount of pocket money.

But for Lin Yan, a martial artist who has climbed his way up from the bottom and endured countless hardships to get to where he is today.

This is a huge sum of money that could change one's fate!

"Get these 30,000 Star Stones."

A burning flame of ambition blazed in Lin Yan's eyes.

"Then I can go to Wanbaoge to buy those rare spatial materials."

"With my current Netherworld Blood Flame, I'll have a chance to absorb the second type of strange fire recorded in that torn scroll!"

"If I successfully absorb it, my strength will definitely experience an unprecedented surge!"

"It could even completely complete my 'Eight Desolations Burning Heaven Technique'!"

"I'm absolutely confident I'll win the competition in three months!"

Lin Yan's chest heaved violently.

"I can't back out!"

"For resources, for strength, I must fight!"

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jinzun remained silent.

Looking at his apprentice's stubbornness, he felt both helpless and gratified.

The path of martial arts is inherently about defying fate.

Without this kind of ruthless determination to fight tooth and nail for resources, one can never reach the pinnacle of the universe.

"you……"

Jinzun let out a long sigh.

"Are you planning to use that move?"

Jin Zun's voice became more stern than ever before.

"Little Yanzi, I warned you!"

"You only managed to pull off that move once, barely, with my protection!"

"Forcibly fusing two completely different high-dimensional flames creates an internal repulsive force powerful enough to destroy everything!"

"The power is completely out of control!"

"If you're not careful, you'll be devoured by that violent energy and blasted to smithereens!"

A grim smile tugged at the corners of Lin Yan's mouth.

"teacher."

"No madness, no life."

"If you lend me even a wisp of the primordial flame of the Primordial Void Bone Flame, I'll handle the rest myself!"

A brief silence.

"That's enough."

Jinzun shook his head and finally gave in.

"I'll go crazy with you this once and for all!"

"I will only provide you with a trace of the origin. If things go wrong, I will forcibly sever the fusion to save your life!"

Thank you, teacher!

A terrifying glint flashed in Lin Yan's eyes.

Outside the light curtain.

Everyone in the square held their breath.

They watched as Lin Yan not only didn't crush the teleportation jade slip to exit, but instead put away the blunt heavy sword.

"What is Senior Brother Lin Yan going to do?"

"He's even sheathed his sword? Is he giving up the fight?"

"No! Look at his hands!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Within the light screen, Lin Yan slowly raised his hands.

Palms facing up.

hum!

A dark red, ghostly flame suddenly rose from the palm of his left hand.

It exudes an eerie high temperature that burns blood and qi.

Followed by.

The space around his right palm was slightly distorted.

A wisp of pure white Void Bone Flame, exuding an aura of endless vicissitudes and destruction, slowly emerged!

Simultaneously.

hum-

A dark blue contract array suddenly flashed between his brows.

A colossal phantom of a star beast, resembling an ancient giant wolf, suddenly appeared behind him.

This is the companion beast that he barely managed to contract after going through countless life-or-death experiences!

"roar!"

The phantom of the starry beast roared, opened its blood-red maw, and spat out a ball of ghostly blue natal beast fire.

Dark red.

Pure white.

A deep blue.

Three distinct flames converged wildly on Lin Yan's chest!

Lin Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He could sense that the dark blue beast fire was trembling violently under the attack of the other two high-dimensional strange fires, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

"Too weak..."

Lin Yan roared inwardly in frustration.

"The intensity of a celestial behemoth's innate beast fire is simply insufficient!"

"It can only barely act as a glue, keeping this move stable for less than a breath!"

The ultimate reward for first place in the inner sect competition flashed through Lin Yan's mind.

That giant star beast egg, guaranteed to be at least at the Domain Lord level and potentially at the World Lord level!

"A Domain Lord-level Starry Sky Behemoth!"

"Only by forming a contract with a supreme being of that level, using a domain lord-level natal beast fire as the core!"

"Only with this move can I achieve complete success!"

"Only then can a flawless fusion be achieved!"

He was determined to win first place in the competition!

"Melt it for me!!!"

Ignoring the cracking of his arms, Lin Yan slammed the three flames together fiercely.

boom--!!!

A raging ring of fire, its three colors interwoven and its edges covered with destructive jagged edges, took shape in the void.

The Three Calamities Annihilate the Fiery Ring!

This is the ultimate killing move that Lin Yan figured out on his own after countless brushes with death!

"go!"

Lin Yan's arm bones cracked under the strain as he hurled the fire ring at the Thunder Clan mark in mid-air.

The ring of fire and Thor's warhammer collided violently in the void.

No sound.

Because the sound waves from the explosion's epicenter, along with that entire space, were instantly annihilated!