Chapter 670: Chapter 501: Dao Assembly (Part 2)
Bang!
Finally, a strand of Sword Qi precisely struck the seam of the battle armor, shattering it, scattering like a rain of light.
The guardian let out a painful roar:
"Go!"
The giant axe left his hand, carrying the sound of the roaring wind, fiercely hurling towards Qi Mang, the axe’s body spinning, tearing through large swathes of void.
Qi Mang sidestepped to evade, and the giant axe brushed past his shoulder, smashing into the tower wall behind, creating a huge hole.
Qi Mang’s tone was calm:
"It’s over."
The Power of Tribulation and Sword Body essence around him all gathered at the brow, forming a pitch-black Sword Light, condensed to the extreme.
This Sword Light restrained all its might, yet contained the essence of the "Sword Qi of Ten Directions of Tribulations and Destruction", swift as flowing light, silently and imperceptibly striking the guardian’s core essence.
The guardian’s form stiffened, its Dao Rhyme swiftly dissipated, the Power of Tribulation following the Sword Light invading its essence, continuously devouring and disintegrating.
Finally, it turned into scattered points of light, merging into the trial tower.
Qi Mang slightly raised his head, and his figure stepped into the tenth floor.
...
Ding—
The trial tower’s bell rang, crisp and far-reaching, spreading across the entire Yun State Prefecture, penetrating the Cloud Sea, shaking the mountains and rivers.
A dazzling golden light beam lit up from the tower top, shooting straight into the sky, signifying Qi Mang temporarily ranking first on the state competition ranking board!
Below the tower, it instantly became a frenzy, spectators discussing fervently, voices rising and falling like a tidal wave.
"Who is this person? Never heard of such a character before, with such terrifying combat strength."
"Already comprehended Dao Domain, and possesses such a mystical Sword Body and Power of Tribulation, even ordinary Refining Void Great Power may not be his match!"
Those leading the Refining Void Great Powers were eyeing each other, inquiring in hushed tones.
"Who exactly is this extraordinary individual?"
"Never heard of him."
"I do know; this person is named Wan Jie, once slew the Refining Yang Venerable in Purgatory Sea."
"Has past ties with the Tianxin Zhang Clan, seems to be a disciple under an Integration Dharma Master of the Immortal Mansion."
"Indeed, such a prodigy, if not under a Dharma Master, how could one be nurtured like this."
...
Above the firmament, clouds swirled, auspicious energies soared in thousands.
Several Dharma Masters sat on the clouds, their aura restrained like an abyss, overlooking the trial tower below.
Among them, a Dharma Master wearing a purple-gold dragon-pattern Daoist Robe, whose face was stern, was none other than Dharma Master Hong Jue, who introduced:
"Everyone, this young friend Qi Mang is a disciple of the Dharma Hall, Fellow Daoist Pan Wu."
"Oh? Actually a disciple of Fellow Daoist Pan Wu?"
A Dharma Master clad in a white-feather Daoist Robe flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, then stroked his beard and smiled:
"Fellow Daoist Pan Wu has always been one who seldom takes disciples, now suddenly emerging with such a one, truly remarkable, given time, he will surely become great."
Another Dharma Master, holding a jade duster, with piercing eyes that had already seen through Qi Mang’s essence, slowly spoke:
"This young friend excels in subtlety, borrowing strength, devouring and disintegrating; clearly had the chance to pass the tenth layer, yet reserved himself and didn’t exert his full play."
"Indeed."
Another Dharma Master nodded in agreement, his gaze falling on Qi Mang, with a hint of appreciation:
"This child’s path of tribulation has already formed a preliminary scale, with Sword Body and Dao Domain complementing each other, power does not end here."
"It’s just that the trial tower’s space and rules are too constrained to allow his Power of Tribulation to fully spread and devour."
"Conversely, in the upcoming competition of prodigies, the battlefield is expansive, rules are relaxed, he can truly unleash stronger combat strength."
Everyone nodded in agreement, a Dharma Master with a stern face, wearing black-golden armor, spoke solemnly:
"This time the Mahayana Treasure Realm has eighty-eight spots, thirty-six states’ prodigies to compete."
"With this young friend’s strength, as long as he performs normally, there’s no reason he can’t seize one of the final spots."
...
Below the trial tower, a moon-white figure staggered out of the tower gate, it was Zhang Mingyu who just finished her trial.
Her hair slightly disordered, her Dao Rhyme aura somewhat erratic, evidently having undergone an arduous battle within the tower.
The ranking flickering on the Jade Token was astonishingly outside of the thousand, far from advancing to the top hundred of the domain competition.
There wasn’t a trace of regret on Zhang Mingyu’s face; instead, she carried a relaxed smile:
"I just came to broaden my horizons, meet some peer prodigies, passing the fifth floor was already unexpected."
She mused to herself, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, quickly locking onto that blue-black silhouette standing in front of the tower, and approached briskly.
"Fellow Daoist Qi Mang!"
Zhang Mingyu cupped her hands in salute, her voice crisp and delightful, eyes full of admiration:
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist on passing nine layers, temporarily ranking first in the state comparison, truly incredible."
Qi Mang nodded slightly, tone harmonious:
"Fellow Daoist is polite, it was nothing but luck."
He sidestepped to give space to the two beside him and introduced:
"These are also cultivators under my Pan Wu school, Qin Ping’an and Li Baifeng; the two have already become Dao Partners."
Qin Ping’an, dressed in cyan, with a lingering aura of illusion Daoists, returned the salute upon hearing:
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Zhang Mingyu’s gaze fell upon Qin Ping’an, her heart suddenly stirred.
She keenly sensed that the aura flowing around Qin Ping’an astonishingly shared some subtle affinity with the Illusory Heart Nine Volumes she cultivated.
She chuckled lightly:
"Fellow Daoist, are you practicing the technique from the Illusory Heart Nine Volumes? I noticed that your aura closely resembles the inheritance I cultivated."
Qin Ping’an, upon hearing this, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, pondering to himself:
"Illusory Heart Nine Volumes? What I practice is the Illusory Heart Ten Volumes passed down by my grandfather, could it be that Fellow Daoist Zhang’s inheritance is missing the final volume?"
He did not reveal this but merely nodded with a smile:
"Indeed, what I practice is precisely the technique of the Illusory Heart lineage."
Zhang Mingyu gave a gentle smile, eyes showing understanding:
"So it is, I said such a sense of affinity could not be mere illusion."
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