Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 75 The Six-Ren Body Breaks Through the Barrier!

Whoosh!

Countless sword energies swept in like a torrential rain, washing over Lan He's body again and again.

Amidst the constant damage and repair, the originally fragile flesh began to grow at a visible rate. The newly formed body shimmered with a faint golden luster, becoming more resilient and stronger than before.

From afar, Lan He appeared as a golden Arhat seated cross-legged in the river of blades, with a faint golden light flowing around him. An ancient and pure pressure emanated from his body, extremely sharp and fierce, like a heaven-slaying blade, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

At the same time, countless cultivation methods for the Nine-Ren Undying Body emerged in Lan He's mind.

"Building a mountain nine ren high, only to fail at the last basket of earth—"

He murmured to himself, as if he had realized something.

Nine ren (a unit of length) represents both height and realm. Each ren represents a new level of cultivation, and only by reaching nine ren can one achieve an indestructible body and begin the next stage of cultivation. If one fails at the last hurdle, all previous efforts will be in vain.

He must forge ahead without hesitation or retreat.

Two months later, outside the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect.

Qingfeng paced back and forth, his brows furrowed. Behind him, dozens of cultivators from the Immortal Dynasty also looked anxious, glancing at the gate of light from time to time, but the white-robed figure never appeared.

"Why aren't you out yet?"

Qingfeng stopped and turned his gaze to Mo Leng beside him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Hey Mo, did you tamper with something inside?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Leng quickly waved his hand, looking completely innocent: "Brother Qingfeng, you've wronged me! I was eliminated before I even reached the summit, what tricks could I possibly have played?"

Qingfeng snorted coldly and didn't reply, but the suspicion in his eyes didn't disappear.

Lan Ying finally spoke up: "Qingfeng, don't rush."

She looked at the portal of light, her expression calm: "I was the second to last to be eliminated, and I watched Xiaohe climb to the last few levels with my own eyes. We all know the rules of Mount Wanren; once you're eliminated, you're teleported out. There's no way you can be trapped. Even if Mo Leng wanted to cheat, he didn't have the ability."

"But this has been going on for far too long—"

Qingfeng frowned, finally unable to contain himself, and said in a deep voice, "Should I take some people in to take a look? I didn't go in before, so there should still be a chance to get in, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and rushed towards the gate of light.

However, just as he was about to step into the gate of light, an invisible force suddenly erupted, blasting him back several feet!

Qingfeng staggered to the ground, his expression changing drastically.

He refused to believe it and tried again, but was still repelled mercilessly by that force.

"this----"

He turned to look at the crowd, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Lan Ying's expression also hardened. She took a few steps forward and reached out towards the light gate, but was also blocked by a gentle yet irresistible force.

"Inheritance is rejecting us."

She said in a deep voice, "That portal—it won't let us in."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

"How could this happen?"

"Young Master Lanhe is still inside!"

"What does this inheritance mean? Could it be—"

Some people didn't dare to finish their sentences, but a sense of foreboding welled up in everyone's hearts.

Qingfeng's face grew increasingly grim. He stared at the portal of light and said, slowly and deliberately, "Could it be—something really has happened?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Mo Leng opened his mouth, wanting to explain himself, but found himself speechless. He couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River now; the fact that the inheritance had closed its entrance at this crucial moment made anyone suspect that he had tampered with it.

Lan Ying stared intently at the gate of light, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Little River————"

She murmured softly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes that she had never felt before.

Meanwhile, atop Wanren Mountain, beneath the Heavenly Blade Martial Stele.

Lan He sat cross-legged before the stone tablet, his body enveloped in countless fine blade energies. These blade energies surged from all directions, like thousands of threads, enveloping his entire body in a giant cocoon of light.

It's been two months.

From the moment the first wisp of sword energy entered his body, he never stopped this almost self-torturous tempering.

The moment the blade energy entered the body, a sharp pain swept over the entire body like a tidal wave. Those fine, needle-like blade energies pierced through the skin and flesh, rampaging through the body, tearing flesh and blood, crushing bones, and widening the meridians.

At first, his body would constantly crack and split under the onslaught of the sword energy, blood seeping out only to be evaporated by the energy. But gradually, the newly formed flesh and blood began to adapt to this domineering power, the number of times it cracked decreased, and the speed of recovery increased—

faster and faster.

Two months later, he has become one with those sword energies.

Lan He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

Beneath his skin, a golden light flowed subtly, but it was not as dazzling as before. Instead, it was extremely restrained, as if all the power had been hidden in his bones.

He clenched his fist slightly.

Without using any elemental energy, but only the power of his physical body, the air emitted a muffled boom, and an invisible wave of energy spread out from him, causing the surrounding broken swords to buzz.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Lan He's eyes, and he chuckled softly, "This six-ren physique is comparable to a cultivator at the sixth level of Nirvana."

He stretched his limbs, feeling the surging physical power within his body, and was about to continue cultivating when he suddenly realized something.

The surrounding sword energy had almost completely dissipated.

The broken knives no longer trembled; they stood there silently, as if they had exhausted their last bit of strength.

Lan He was slightly taken aback, but then he realized that he had completely exhausted the sword energy that Wanren Mountain had retained since ancient times.

He stood up, straightened his robes, and turned to face the majestic Heavenly Blade Martial Stele.

"Thank you for your generous gift, senior." He solemnly cupped his hands in thanks. "I will remember this kindness in my heart."

The Martial Stele remained silent for a moment, then suddenly trembled slightly.

A gentle light emanated from the monument, enveloping Lan He. At the same time, an aged yet gratified voice resounded in his mind: "Young man, your ascent to the summit signifies our destiny. You have already cultivated the Nine-Ren Undying Body to the sixth level. If the opportunity arises in the future, you may advance further."

"I have a favor to ask of you. If you ever encounter a descendant of my Heavenly Blade Sect, I hope you will pass on this body-refining technique to him. Although the Heavenly Blade Sect has been destroyed, its heritage should not be severed."

Lan He was slightly taken aback, then nodded solemnly: "This junior has remembered."

The voice seemed to chuckle, with a hint of relief: "Go."

With a flash of light, Lanhe's figure disappeared from the mountaintop.

At the summit of Wanren Mountain, only the majestic Martial Stele stands silently, accompanied by countless broken swords.

Beyond the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect.

Qingfeng's face turned ashen. He grabbed Mo Leng by the collar and lifted him up.

"You, surnamed Mo, had better give me an explanation!"

Mo Leng waved his hands wildly, looking completely innocent: "Brother Qingfeng! Master Qing! I really didn't do anything! I'm innocent!"

"Injustice?"

Qingfeng sneered and said, "Then why won't the inheritance allow us to enter? Why hasn't Lanhe come out yet?"

"How would I know! This is my first time here too!"

Mo Leng was on the verge of tears. The leader of the mighty Divine Dynasty was being dragged around like a child who had done something wrong.

The cultivators from the Immortal Dynasty were also enraged and surrounded the people from the Divine Dynasty, their faces tense and ready to draw their swords.

Lan Ying did not stop her, but stared intently at the gate of light, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Just then—

The portal suddenly shuddered!

A figure darted out from the door and landed steadily on the ground.

The figure in white fluttering in the wind is none other than Lan He.

Qingfeng froze, and unconsciously loosened his grip on Mo Leng's hand.

Mo Leng plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, then jumped up and pointed at Qing Feng: "Look! Look! I told you it wasn't me!"

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly: "What are you all doing?"