Chapter 472: Chapter 471 Inheritance Test Chapter 472: Chapter 471 Inheritance Test This ti there were no more intervals, and the eight silver beams appeared almost in the next instant, shooting from all directions.
In that instant, Pretty Girl couldn’t help but recall the words of the Peacock Great Demon King before she faced the trial, the only sentence: “Dance the Heavenly chanism atop the Black Yellow.”
The next mont, she was dancing gracefully, her lithe body flickering and weaving through the gaps between the silver beams.
The silver light fell, rging into the altar.
But more silver beams were already on their way.
All Pretty Girl could do was to fully unleash her Spiritual Power, bringing into play her nascent skill in the Heavenly chanism Dance.
She tightly clutched the Destiny Stone in her hand, continuously weaving through the silver beams that could slash her body apart.
Perhaps being hit by the silver beams wouldn’t actually result in being sliced to death, but failing the legacy assessnt was a very likely outco.
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Before entering, the Peacock Great Demon King had told her that there was only one chance for the assessnt, and the challenges faced during the assessnt would vary based on one’s Cultivation base.
She was currently in the Eighth Stage, not yet advanced to the Ninth Stage, which was the perfect timing for the assessnt.
This was because her Heavenly chanism Dance was already sowhat mastered.
As for whether she could truly pass, it was up to her.
Under this imnse pressure, the Heavenly chanism Dance seed to be reaching a state of completion.
Pretty Girl’s dance was getting faster and faster, continuously shuttling through the increasingly intricate spatial cracks, and the silver light beneath her feet grew more intense.
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The intensifying silver hue cast her figure in an ever more dazzling and eye-catching light.
Gradually, Pretty Girl began to falter.
First was the drain on her Spiritual Power; she had to fully expand it to find those hairbreadth gaps.
However, the relentless spatial cuts were battering her Spiritual Power, depleting it rapidly.
Then her body began to lag behind the directions of her mind due to exhaustion.
Yet the surrounding spatial cracks continued to multiply, showing no signs of abating.
She didn’t even know how many attacks she had evaded.
But since the onslaught of the spatial rifts hadn’t ceased, it ant she hadn’t passed the trial yet!
All she could do was to grit her teeth and persist.
However, the attacks were truly terrifying; she was so careless that even strands of her hair had been cut.
That tangible sensation made her feel as if the God of Death was about to descend upon her, sending shivers down her spine and jolting her back to heightened alertness.
But the limit of her body was approaching, and no matter how hard she tried, how much she stimulated her potential, the fear of death ca upon her once again.
Just then, in her other hand, the distorted light flickered subtly.
Those spatial cracks that had been speeding toward her suddenly slowed down.
In that mont, the silver spatial cracks appeared so dense and distinct, as if they were shredding the entire world into pieces.
With the slowed pace, Pretty Girl for the first ti clearly saw the nature of the entities she had been dodging.
The altar beneath her feet was mostly lit up, but at this mont, the cracks in the air were at their densest.
Moving in the dance of Heavenly chanism, stepping in miraculous rhythm, she shuttled through the spatial cracks that seed to be slicing the entire world apart.
With the speed greatly reduced, even though the cracks were so dense, she found it much easier to manage.
In her hand, a crystal-clear Crystal Mirror shimred with an enchanting glow.
A gentle halo flowed around it, emitting a soft luster that slowed everything in its vicinity.
If there is a force in this world that can influence the existence of space, it would likely be ti.
As a power equally shrouded in mystery as space, they have always been capable of affecting one another.
The Crystal Mirror was indeed a token from the Crystal Great Demon Emperor, and what was branded within it was the Ti Variation Seal that Tang San had decided to imprint upon it after deep contemplation.
Only ti could affect space, according to the judgnt of a Godking.
At this mont, as Pretty Girl faced the greatest danger, it exerted a trendous effect.
Silent silver threads quietly imprinted themselves upon the altar beneath her feet, causing the light from the altar to grow increasingly radiant.
The dazzling splendor filled the surrounding space with strange fluctuations.
The Ti Variation Seal did not last for very long, but it was already enough for Pretty Girl.
As the densest spatial cracks swept past, what remained were but scattered spatial fluctuations.
She took advantage of the slowed ti to catch her breath, readjust her state, and dance once more.
The brief slow motion previously allowed her a whole new understanding of the Heavenly chanism Dance, her body wreathed in silver light, pulling at space.
It was at this mont she realized that the Heavenly chanism Dance was not just for dodging, but could actively guide.
Led by the wondrous spatial fluctuations that ca with the dance, those dense spatial cracks that were impossible to avoid sohow started to organize themselves, changing direction in response to her guidance, allowing her to evade in turn.
Without that change in ti, perhaps she would have needed a long ti to discover its secrets, but at that mont, she had already mastered them.
Finally, when the last thread of silver light quietly swept past and integrated into the ground, into the altar, completing the last piece of the puzzle under the active guidance of Pretty Girl’s Heavenly chanism Dance.
The whole world seed to turn silver in an instant.
In Pretty Girl’s vision, everything was filled with brilliant silver light, and at that mont, it was as if she had traversed countless spaces.
Feeling light, once again with a solid sensation beneath her feet, she found that she had reappeared in the original cave.
But at this mont, the cave was no longer dark.
A gigantic silver peacock appeared before her, its resplendent feathers unfurled behind it, its eyes seemingly brimming with mirth.
The next instant, every feather’s eye on the peacock shone with dazzling silver light, illuminating Pretty Girl, cleansing her body.
A Peacock Golden Crown quietly erged on Pretty Girl’s forehead, but as it was bathed in the silver light, the originally golden crown began transforming toward a platinum color.
She herself seed to bathe in the river of space, undergoing a wondrous transformation.
In her consciousness, she felt as if she had beco a silver-white peacock, her form rging with the large peacock before her, intermingling with each other.
It was as if she was dancing gracefully throughout the entire world, guiding the Heavenly chanism, and transforming it into her own spatial realm.
The marvelous experience lasted for a long ti, so long that she lost track of ti.
But when she regained her senses, everything seed exceptionally beautiful.
She could clearly feel every minute spatial change in the world.
Not far in front of her, a resplendent feather drifted quietly, its entirety presenting a platinum color while emitting a blue halo, the three eyes on the feather as if harboring three spaces within.
The Heavenly chanism Feather, the token of the Peacock Demon Clan and their true divine tool.
Pretty Girl had once possessed it before, but the Heavenly chanism Feather at this mont seed sowhat different.
It radiated a soft light and felt exceedingly affable to her, as though it itself was a feather from Pretty Girl’s own body.
Raising her hand, she made a light gesture toward it, and the Heavenly chanism Feather silently flew towards her, joyfully dancing around her body.
It trailed brilliant glimrs of light from the eyes on the feather, and in those faint traces, she seed to glimpse the distant future.
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