A sharp, piercing whistle tore through the air as a streak of cold light split the sky, leaving behind a dazzling, radiant trail.
The overwhelming
was unmistakable, ruthless and unrelenting as it surged toward
.
Chen Feng's expression remained calm, but his body shifted in an instant, leaving behind an afterimage as he evaded the fatal strike.
"Up to the fiftieth floor, all the guardians are at the peak of the
, but their strength varies depending on the refinement of their
, their mastery of
, and their
..."
"Starting from the fifty-first floor, the guardians' cultivation reaches the
."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Chen Feng drew his sword and counterattacked.
He executed the
, and in an instant, thirteen sword shadows shot through the air, swift and fierce, piercing through the guardian's body.
Outside the tower, the voice of the
echoed once more. On the
, Chen Feng's name shifted from the fiftieth position to the forty-ninth.
Fight, fight, fight!
The battles were endless as Chen Feng continued to climb the
, conquering floor after floor.
From the fifty-first floor onward, the guardians' cultivation reached the
, having completed their first
. However, the higher he climbed, the more times their energy had been refined, and their energy was unmistakably
.
When Chen Feng reached the sixty-first floor, he noticed that the guardians' energy had undergone a
.
By the seventy-first floor, their energy had undergone a
.
It was at this point that Chen Feng began to feel some pressure.
"Still not enough..."
Chen Feng muttered to himself as he swung his sword, defeating the guardian of the seventy-first floor. His eyes, however, grew even brighter.
His original purpose for coming here was twofold: to
and to gain insight into mastering the
.
However, it was clear that the opponents' strength was insufficient to provide the necessary challenge, making it difficult for him to fully grasp the
.
The opponent on the seventy-second floor also had
refined three times, but their strength was noticeably greater.
Using the
, Chen Feng engaged in a brief skirmish before defeating them once again.
Outside the
, thousands of people gathered around the
, their eyes fixed on the two names shimmering with silver light, their expressions filled with shock.
"Twenty-seventh..."
"Twenty-sixth, twenty-sixth..."
"Twenty-fifth..."
"Isn't this speed of climbing the tower a bit too fast?"
"Is
really just a mortal like us?"
"Fool, it's already been said that
possesses a
, possibly even at the
. How could he be a mere mortal?"
As the outer sect disciples chattered, Chen Feng's name continued to rise on the
.
Twentieth place!
...
.
"Core Disciple
of
, at your service."
A cold, ethereal voice rang out. Before Chen Feng could even get a clear look at the opponent's face, they had already dispersed into a
, swiftly drifting toward him.
The mist spread, carrying with it a palpable
.
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, catching glimpses of cold light flickering within the mist. A chill ran down his spine.
Yet, instead of fear, a smile crept onto Chen Feng's face.
Finally... finally, he felt real pressure.
"I hope you can help me advance my sword technique further, perhaps even master the
..."
As he spoke, Chen Feng's figure flickered, leaving behind afterimages as he swung his sword like a gust of wind, piercing through the mist.
The mist, though pierced, instantly reformed, and a cold light shot toward him from the side.
Chen Feng could sense that the opponent's energy had reached the level of
.
However, it was still
, inferior to
.
Four refinements of
were roughly equivalent to three refinements of
.
But the opponent's
and
were exceptional, and for a time, Chen Feng found himself unable to gain the upper hand.
He repeatedly executed the
, sending waves of sword shadows piercing through the air. His
and
techniques alternated, making his movements unpredictable, his speed fluctuating between fast and slow, advancing and retreating at will, as if everything was under his control.
In that moment, Chen Feng seemed to grasp something profound.
Thirteen sword shadows shot through the air without pause, and then a fourteenth sword shadow coalesced and struck.
In an instant, the fourteen sword shadows merged into a single, radiant sword light, dazzling and brilliant.
This sword strike pierced through the mist and then through the opponent's body.
"
!"
"The power of this sword technique has grown stronger."
Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
In the past, he would never have imagined being able to continuously evolve and improve the
. But after learning the
, he had gained a deeper understanding and accumulation of sword techniques, which had become the nourishment for his inspiration, allowing him to enhance the
.
On the eighty-second floor, the guardian's strength was even greater.
Eighty-third floor, eighty-fourth floor...
Floor by floor, Chen Feng fought relentlessly.
Eighty-eighth floor!
Ten afterimages instantly merged into his true form, unleashing an astonishing aura.
Fifteen sword shadows shot through the air, merging into an even more powerful and blazing sword light, overwhelming and unstoppable.
!
The opponent's figure was instantly pierced and disintegrated.
"This feeling... it's truly wonderful..."
Previously, when Chen Feng had evolved the
to the
, he had felt as though he had broken through a barrier, his mind and body feeling clear and unburdened.
Now, with the
elevated to the
, that feeling of clarity and liberation had doubled in intensity.
"Nine
is considered low-grade, twelve
is mid-grade, and now fifteen
is high-grade..."
Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a deep sense of fulfillment.
It was a joy akin to watching a seed he had planted break through the soil and grow, or completing a masterpiece of calligraphy and receiving praise from the world.
Under the influence of this emotion, the
within Chen Feng's
seemed to resonate, its divine aura growing slightly stronger. Unknowingly, Chen Feng's
and
received an even greater boost.
"Perhaps one day, I can evolve the
to the pinnacle, rivaling the
."
This thought arose spontaneously in Chen Feng's mind, filling him with boundless ambition.
As this thought took root, Chen Feng felt his
grow more refined, clearer, and purer.
Unbeknownst to him, at this very moment, he was laying the foundation for his future path in the
, like planting a seed that would one day sprout and flourish.
Chen Feng stepped onto the eighty-ninth floor, ready to continue his challenge.
The
truly lived up to its reputation as the foundational technique of the
, the core scripture of the
. The energy it produced was not only incredibly powerful but also vast and unyielding. Even after unleashing the
'
, Chen Feng had only consumed a tenth of his energy.
Moreover, the rate at which his energy recovered was astonishing.
This meant that his endurance was formidable, and the
was no longer a one-time trump card.
Defeat, climb.
Ninety-first floor!
"Core Disciple
of
, at your service."
A deep, resonant voice rang out as a beam of light descended, revealing a tall, burly figure.
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, his pupils contracting.
The aura!
The aura emanating from this person was overwhelmingly powerful, far surpassing his own.
Lei An wielded a thick copper staff, and with a single step, the ground trembled as if a mountain were shifting. The staff swung through the air, smashing down with terrifying force.
The air itself seemed to shatter under the blow.
Chen Feng's body was also shattered.
But it was an afterimage. Chen Feng appeared at Lei An's side, his sword slicing through the air.
However, Lei An reacted swiftly, instantly turning and sweeping his staff in a wide arc, as if toppling mountains and rivers.
Chen Feng retreated in an instant, then stepped forward again, each step like treading on waves, his speed increasing rapidly. After ten steps, his speed doubled as he closed in. Fifteen sword shadows coalesced into a single, radiant, and unstoppable sword light, striking toward Lei An.
Lei An blocked the deadly strike with his copper staff, his burly figure being forced back. With a low shout, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body, forming a layer of crimson light that enveloped him. The surge of power grew even more immense and oppressive.
Chen Feng knew that Lei An had activated the power of his
.
Every core disciple possessed at least a
, the lowest tier of divine talents, but even that far surpassed the capabilities of a mortal body.
Simply put, while mortals had a low chance of breaking through to the
, those with a
were guaranteed to reach it.
With his divine talent activated, Lei An's strength surged. His
, which had undergone five refinements, became even more formidable, immediately putting greater pressure on Chen Feng. It felt as though the air itself was growing heavier, making it hard to breathe.
"Come on..."
Chen Feng, however, grew even more excited.
His fighting spirit soared!
He combined the
,
, and
, continuously executing them. Gradually, as if finding a crucial opportunity, the techniques began to merge, showing signs of integration.
Lei An's copper staff was now enveloped in a thick layer of crimson light. Each swing of the staff seemed even more powerful and devastating, capable of crushing mountains and obliterating everything in its path.
The staff whistled through the air as it descended. Chen Feng raised his sword to block.
A tremendous force, like a tidal wave, slammed into him. The sword trembled, and the force surged through his arm, causing his entire body to shake.
Under that overwhelming power, Chen Feng was forced back several meters.
With a single strike, Lei An forced Chen Feng to retreat, then stepped forward aggressively. The copper staff trembled, then shot forward like a spear, though it lacked the sharpness of a blade. Instead, it carried an unstoppable, domineering force.
The air was pierced and shattered under the staff's momentum, the pressure bearing down on Chen Feng, almost suffocating him.
Retreat!
Retreat again!
He had no choice but to retreat!
Lei An's strength was too overwhelming, his staff techniques were exceptionally refined, no less skilled than Chen Feng's swordsmanship, and his combat experience was vast.
Every move was precise, with no wasted effort.
Chen Feng's eyes gleamed with intense focus, like sharp swords piercing through everything. His mind was fully concentrated, and the
within him seemed to resonate, its divine aura growing even more potent.
With each breath, Chen Feng's mind began to grasp something profound.
The copper staff came crashing down, sealing off all of Chen Feng's escape routes.
In a flash, afterimages appeared, and Chen Feng's speed increased dramatically. He narrowly avoided the strike, and in that moment, a burst of inspiration flooded his mind. Countless insights into sword techniques surged within him, and he suddenly felt a powerful sensation the secrets of the first form of the
began to flow through his heart. His body paused slightly, and the pure, domineering
within him surged. Every muscle, every bone in his body trembled.
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