Annual Martial Arts Competition

Chapter 474 Millennium Martial Arts Competition (Please Subscribe)

"The Indigenous Spirits of the 'Ghost Realm'—"

Only then did Zhu Yu understand why the clone could not possess the infant's body. It was all because the immortality of the "divine being" and the Dao it carried resonated with the "Spiritual Ruins" where it was born.

Taking over its body is no less difficult than parasitizing the "Ghost Realm".

In other words, the "Eye of True Sight" withstood the onslaught of the infant's divine aura; otherwise, it would have been assimilated by the infant's divinity in just one encounter.

Then he thought about how he obtained the "divine being" through distraction.

Some of them are too simplistic and childish.

Moreover, the aura of that "divine being" was too weak, so weak that even a newly born "divine being" should not be this weak.

"Could He also be a divided spirit? —"

Zhu Yu frowned and pondered for a few moments, but couldn't quite figure it out. He then put it out of his mind. Whether Guan Xiu was distracted or suffered a serious injury was none of his business.

The most important thing now is how to invade its body.

After checking his memories, he found very few records about "divine beings." Without hesitation, he stepped up to the second floor.

Compared to the dazzling array of books on the first floor.

There are fewer books on the second floor, but very few are leisure books; most are books about spiritual practice or records of extraordinary events.

"good."

Zhu Yu nodded in satisfaction and began to search and collect the information.

Not long.

three days later.

A beam of light shot into the sky from the old site of the sect and disappeared in an instant.

This drew sidelong glances from the disciples below who were trying to find the treasure.

Qingping Tower.

The Underworld, the second floor of the Upside-Down Tower.

In front of the "altar".

Zhu Yu placed the bronze token given to him by "Young Ancestor Qingji" on the altar, infused it with magical power to activate it, and upon sensing the arrival of a grand will, respectfully said, "This disciple respectfully welcomes 'Young Ancestor Qingji.'"

"What is it?"

A cold, indifferent sound, like the clash of metal, rang out.

Zhu Yu took out five thousand "Spiritual Void Origins" that he had prepared beforehand from his sleeve, raised his hand to offer them, and respectfully said, "This disciple wishes to request a divine power talisman from 'Little Ancestor'."

The words fell.

"Qingji Xiaozu" remained silent for a few breaths before his voice rang out again.

"My physical body is unwell, and I am temporarily unable to create 'supernatural talismans'."

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and was about to say something.

Then "Little Ancestor Qingji" said again, "However, I can introduce 'Qingping' to you. Tell it what you need."

"Qingping? True Lord Qingping? —"

Zhu Yu's eyes changed slightly. Just as he was about to politely refuse, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

next moment.

He then sensed a vast, murderous will crashing into the "Netherworld Palace," forcefully pushing away "Qingji Little Ancestor" and lingering on Zhu Yu for a moment.

A child's innocent voice rang in his ears.

"You want the 'supernatural talisman'?"

"I'm stronger than Xiao Qingzi, I want—I want five thousand five hundred 'Spiritual Ruins Origin'!"

"Not 'True Lord Qingping'—"

Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the words, he was stunned for a moment. Then, sensing the chilling killing power contained in the newcomer's will, he did not haggle and took out five hundred "Spirit Void Origins" from his "Life Spirit Void" and respectfully offered them up.

"Hehe, you're great, here you go—"

The newcomer seemed quite satisfied with his attitude. A streak of bluish-white light shone down, and his will receded as quickly as the tide.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to 'Little Ancestor Qingping'."

Zhu Yu bowed respectfully, and only after sensing no further presence did he straighten up. Then he saw a small bronze sword hanging in front of him.

Its divine light was concealed, but he could clearly sense the overwhelming sharpness contained within it. Just by its aura, it was much stronger than "Qingji Xiaozu".

Looking at the "Bronze Sword Token".

For a moment, Zhu Yu didn't know whether to laugh or be speechless.

The "Divine Power Talisman" has been obtained.

Judging from its aura, it must possess unparalleled killing power.

But this is not what he wants. What he wants is the "Sealing Divine Power" of "Qingji Xiaozu".

By consulting relevant materials.

He found a way to seize the "infant".

That is to release a million "divine soul particles" to make the Dao foundation strong enough, and then use "Qingji Little Ancestor's" "sealing divine power".

Sever its connection with the "Ghost Realm".

Before the "Ghost Realm" could react, it completely took over its body.

Once the connection with the "Ghost Realm" is re-established, with the "Eye of True Sight" providing protection, he is Him, and He is Him.

From then on, he was able to possess a "divine being" avatar.

Leaving aside other matters...

With the immortality of "divine beings", a split spirit in the "world of ghosts" is inherently invincible. Even if the strength of the split spirit is greater than that of the split spirit, it is impossible to kill a "divine being".

At that time.

All you need to do is avoid being eaten by other "divine beings".

"Never mind, it's a trump card anyway. Let's ask the other senior brothers if they have any."

Zhu Yu shook his head slightly, carefully put the "Bronze Sword Token" into a jade box, affixed a spirit-sealing talisman, and put it into his sleeve.

A thought subtly stirred within me.

I opened the "Heavenly Dao Sect" group chat.

Upon seeing the group chat message, he immediately wore a strange expression.

"Why are they arguing?"

All I could see was in the group chat.

[True Martial Immortal: You are merely a Grand Immortal of the Sixth Level. Give me some time, and I will surpass the Sixth Level and ascend to the Ninth Level.]

Image: Amidst endless yellow sands and countless corpses, a valiant young man in black armor stands, wielding a halberd.

[Nameless True Man: ————]

[Anonymous Real Person: Dare to reveal the coordinates?]

[True Martial Immortal: Ha—]

[True Martial Immortal: You've lived for hundreds of years in vain, a mere waste. Wait until I conquer this "Otherworldly Spirit Ruins," refine it, and then I'll settle things with you. (Image blocked: Leng Su's profile)]

[Nameless Master: You little brat, if you're so capable, don't leave the "Green Lotus Tower," or I'll crush you sooner or later—]

[Nine-Headed Immortal: Calm down, everyone calm down.]

[Master Zhuiyun: Don't be angry. The sect does not encourage internal strife. We should cherish our fellow disciples.]

However, even friends can have disagreements.

Calculate the time.

In another 60 years, it will be time for the "Millennium Martial Arts Competition", right?

At that time, all the "True Lords" will be present, and the "Ancestors" may also be watching.

[Unnamed Senior Brother and True Martial Junior Brother, let's sign a deathmatch agreement or something to liven things up for the "Ancestor" and all the "True Lords".]

These words were spoken.

This immediately attracted the appearance of many real people.

[Dead Soul Master: Huh? What "Millennium Martial Arts Competition"?]

[Master Lianhua: Do sects even have martial arts competitions?]

[Master Jinpeng: Is this a competition among all the masters? What is the purpose of this martial arts demonstration?]

[Master of Ten Thousand Beasts: Gentlemen of the "True Lords"? Doesn't our sect only have three "True Lords"? —]

[Golden Toad Immortal: ?]

[Water and Fire Immortal: ?]

[Master Bai Ze: The sect only has three "towers", not only three "True Lords". Fellow junior brothers and sisters, the sect's strength is quite formidable.]

Image: Smiling face.

[Master Zhanlong: Is the "Millennium Martial Arts Competition" almost here? I wonder who will come out on top this time?]

[Bai Ze Zhenren: That goes without saying, it must be the sect leader!]

For the "Millennium Martial Arts Competition".

He actually raised a Tier 3 Minotaur in the "Abyss".

Image: Smiling face.

[Seven Evil Immortals: Didn't you say you were suffering a backlash?]

[Bai Ze Zhenren: Do not spread rumors.]

Image: Smiling face.

[Master Kui Dou: A third-tier minotaur? I really want to see if its head is harder, or my club.]

[Master Hanming: I bet your staff is soft; it can't kill anyone. You haven't retracted your "True Fire of the Dipper" yet, have you? Hehe—]

[Master Kui Dou: You old bastard, you're asking for death.]

[Hanming Zhenren: Hehe—]

[The Thousand-Faced Immortal: Senior Brother, when will "Frosty Heaven" appear? I'd like to go and search for its treasures.]

[Master Jingyuan: You're all old bones now, stop pretending to be so young, it hurts my eyes to watch—]

[The Thousand Faces Transformation Real Person: Fuck your mother.]

[Master Jingyuan: Dead Man's Skin.]

[Master Hanming: I am quite skilled in martial arts. Are you not convinced? Shall I challenge 'Blackwater Heaven' to a duel? —]

[Master Kui Dou: Not going is cowardly.]

【————】

"Good heavens—"

Zhu Yu temporarily suppressed his desire to inquire, excitedly manifested the "Bronze Gate," and stepped inside.

But in just a few breaths, he returned.

"A bunch of trash talkers—"

Zhu Yu stared speechlessly at the senior brothers and sisters arguing more fiercely than anyone else in the group chat.

This guy's challenging someone to a fight, that guy's challenging someone to a fight.

Stop just shouting and start fighting!

Having missed the spectacle, and too lazy to watch them argue, he sent out a message to purchase a "supernatural talisman" of the sealing type.

Close the group chat.

Searching through my memories for information about the "Millennium Martial Arts Tournament".

A flood of information came to mind.

"A Thousand Years of Martial Arts".

Its origins are ancient; it was a martial arts tournament established when the ancestor "Tianyang Daoren" opened up "Xianfen Lingxu".

The purpose is to select the "Lord of the Tower".

But as the nine subsequent "Lords of the Towers" were added one by one.

Gradually, the selection process shifted from choosing the "Lord of the Tower" to choosing the subordinate "Lord of the Spirit Ruins".

simply put.

It means the sect provides resources to help you go independent.

As for more specific details, the book does not record them.

Only the "Millennial Martial Arts" tradition has been passed down.

Every thousand years, the "Immortal Tomb and Spirit Ruins" would sponsor some Great Immortals who had perfected their cultivation to go independent.

As for what qualifications were required, the books did not record them.

"A thousand years of martial arts practice, a full sixty years—"

Zhu Yu's expression shifted slightly.

Although he didn't know what the sect would sponsor for the "Millennium Martial Arts Tournament," its appearance immediately brought out the usually taciturn "Dragon Slayer" and others, and they made quite a fuss.

It's definitely not something ordinary.

While pondering.

Zhu Yu's expression shifted slightly as he opened the "Heavenly Dao Sect" group chat.

A chat box with the words "Master of Ten Thousand Beasts" popped up.

[Master of Ten Thousand Beasts: Senior Brother, I have a "sealing" type talisman, crafted by a "cultivator from another realm." Do you need it? —]

Without waiting for his reply.

Two more chat boxes popped up, one with the words "Mysterious Yin True Man" and the other with the words "Treading Waves True Man".

[Master Xuan Yin: The Azure True Monarch personally crafted the "Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor" divine talisman. If Junior Brother Yin Ming is interested, he can exchange it for 20,000 "Spiritual Ruins Origin" or a share of the "Insect Realm" divinely bestowed fruit.]

[Master Treading Waves: A sealing talisman called "Thunder Prison," made by a Golden Core demon, can also be used for offense. I'll sell it to my junior brother for only 15,000 "Spiritual Void Origins."]

Zhu Yu glanced at it and immediately deleted the information about "Master Xuan Yin." It wasn't that he didn't want it, but that he dared not contact him.

"True Lord".

The preciousness of "divine beings".

If the "True Lord" takes notice of him, he'll have nowhere to turn for help.

Zhu Yu's gaze fell on "True Man of Treading Waves" and "True Man of Ten Thousand Beasts," which were Fu Hongxi's chat panels, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

Reply directly with "Foundation Building Realm" to schedule an in-person meeting.

After speaking, Ju Xian walked through the "Bronze Gate".

Not long after.

The "Bronze Gate" reappears.

Zhu Yu walked out of the door with a smile. In his hand floated a palm-sized, purplish-gold scale and a black cube the size of an infant's fist, covered with azure patterns.

The purple-gold scales carry the innate divine power of the Golden Core Great Demon, "Thunder Prison".

As for the black cube with the azure pattern, it contains the "Nine-Ring Seal," a divine power of cultivators from another realm.

Its aura is not much different from that of "Blue Isle Ancestor".

But in order to buy them.

Zhu Yu, however, paid a full 22,000 "Spiritual Ruins Origin".

If it weren't for the fact that the "Ghost Realm" had sent back millions of Ghost Crystals, from which he refined a full 100,000 "Spiritual Ruins Origins," he really wouldn't have been willing to buy both "Divine Power Talismans."

"My own little darling is the best!"

Zhu Yu sighed from the bottom of his heart, came back to his senses, glanced at the "altar," turned around, took a step, and suddenly disappeared.

Quiet room.

Sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, Zhu Yu did not rush to meditate and cultivate, but instead looked at the first and second "Native Spirit Ruins".

More than a month has passed.

The first "Native Spirit Ruins" naturally expanded by two thousand feet, and the second "Native Spirit Ruins" also expanded by two hundred feet.

The spiritual particles condensed through meditation also partially filled the space.

Because it is the "natal spiritual ruins" that expands according to instinct, its foundation is solid and there is no sign of instability.

"We don't have enough soul particles—"

Zhu Yu withdrew his gaze and sighed inwardly. Everyone else was worried about not having enough resources, but he was worried about "divine soul particles".

Worried because it's not enough.

After hesitating for a moment, he paused the expansion of his "Natal Spirit Ruins" and then immersed himself in meditation and cultivation.

The sun and moon revolve.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

Zhu Yu, who was meditating, was suddenly moved, opened his eyes, and was filled with surprise.

"Found it!—"

He immediately closed his eyes and concentrated, immersing himself in a certain Daoist spirit projected by the Daoist artifact "Guide".

He felt as if he had entered a narrow passage, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, a light like a firefly suddenly appeared in front of him.

"We've finally arrived—"

Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly headed towards the point of light.

The moment of contact.

It felt as if I were passing through a transparent film.

Suddenly, my field of vision widened.

Blue sky and white clouds.

Below lies a vast ocean, dotted with a dozen or so islands of varying sizes.

Instead of searching for a physical body, Zhu Yu released his divine sense to perceive the spiritual energy contained in heaven and earth.

Upon sensing this, he immediately felt relieved.

There is spiritual energy in the world, and it is very rich. It also contains some unique properties. It seems that after being absorbed by the human body, it can greatly enhance physical strength, endurance, and recovery speed.

"An Interesting World—"

Without further hesitation, Zhu Yu controlled the "Dao Foundation" to descend directly towards an island below that smelled of smoke.

soon.

A small fishing village, with only about a hundred households, came into his view. He extended his senses and headed straight for the boats moored at the dock, towards the humans whose life force was strongest.

It was as if it had been plunged into a pool of clear water, which easily took over its body.

Immediately afterwards, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into my mind.

"The ocean, a treasure trove—"

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