Chapter 108
Feeling the fist intent he had just grasped, Gu Yang could not help but smile.
And… I finally comprehended a pseudo-heavenly grade fist technique. His eyes glittered with a sharp light.
He rose abruptly. He clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it at his waist. Imdiately, faint Buddhist chants echoed. Gu Yang slowly swung his fist, and a distinctly different dragon’s roar answered him.
The instant his fist struck out, a spectral true-dragon image seed to materialize. Gu Yang retracted his palm at once, containing the terrifying force.
Whoosh!
“Pseudo-heavenly grade fist technique: Demon-Subduing Dragon Roar Fist!” he declared inwardly.
With this, my fist technique nearly matches the power of Yuanhai realm practitioners. A satisfied expression crossed his face.
Next… the cultivation manuals. Expectation shone in his eyes as he resud flipping through the texts.
A few hours later, Gu Yang sat cross-legged on the ground again, eyes closed, silently absorbing the vast martial knowledge. Perhaps because he had already absorbed many techniques earlier, this round of intake sparked yet another breakthrough.
So that’s how it is! he thought, I understand now.
He opened his eyes and spiritual energy burst from his body. After millennia of revision and refinent, the earth-grade supre technique Shen Gang Jue had undergone further improvent. Now his technique bore a new na—Shen Gang Sword Art—a lower-tier heavenly-grade technique. The cultivated true qi it produced cut with unmatched sharpness, far surpassing before.
If he fought Bai Tianhong again, even with only ninety-percent peak sword intent, he could easily slay him. His true qi now rivaled genuine primordial energy. This leap in power pleased Gu Yang greatly.
He did not hesitate and continued revising. This ti he tackled a massive volu of sword techniques. After several more hours, he morized and modified every sword art. Countless sword-dao insights flooded his mind. A familiar clarity returned—the sa enlightennt he had felt after absorbing all the sword techniques from the Martial Pavilion, which had once led him to comprehend the first form of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art.
What about this ti? he wondered with quiet anticipation as he absorbed the complex sword-dao revelations.
His eyes brightened. It’s coming!
Whoosh!
Gu Yang felt as if he had beco a blade sharp enough to split the sky, standing tall and erect. He lifted his head, and a fierce gaze exploded from him.
“Second Form of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art!” he announced inwardly.
Millennia of sword-dao sedint finally let him perceive the second form of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art—its na: Rend the Nine Heavens. With this comprehension, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art itself rose to lower-tier heavenly grade, nearly reaching mid-tier. The sword intent he grasped continued to climb.
I’m not far from Great Perfection, he thought, exhaling slowly, his eyes flashing with sharp light.
This harvest proved extraordinarily rich—comparable to that earlier Martial Pavilion breakthrough. Even so, Gu Yang did not rush to break through. He had gained too much and needed ti to let it settle. That period of settling coincided with the day the Purple Moon Secret Realm closed.
While he sat cross-legged, quietly contemplating, Gu Yang suddenly opened his eyes as a white light enveloped him. An invisible spatial ripple passed through. When he opened his eyes again, he had already been teleported to the entrance.
Li Tianming rushed forward, excited and worried. “Gu Yang, are you all right? Are you hurt?” he asked.
Gu Yang smiled faintly and waved a hand. “Don’t worry, Elder Chief. I’m fine.”
“Good, good!” Li Tianming breathed out, relief flooding him. He had waited outside for three days, anxious the whole ti, fearing so accident. Now that Gu Yang erged safely, he finally relaxed.
Still, he felt puzzled. Why did the other prodigies who had co out stare at Gu Yang with such strange looks—almost reverent?
He frowned in confusion.
“He killed Bai Tianhong. Be careful—White Spirit Sect will avenge him; they’ll target you,” He Wei said gravely at Gu Yang’s side, then left quickly.
The surrounding talents exchanged odd glances. He Wei had spoken first again. They did not linger and soon departed. Li Tianming, however, stood stunned by He Wei’s words.
What? Bai Tianhong—killed by Gu Yang? Bai Tianhong ranked first on the Talent List, and he held the title of Chu’s top young prodigy. He… was slain by Gu Yang?
Before Gu Yang could answer, terrifying auras erupted around them.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figures sprang up from all directions.
“So this is the new generation’s peerless prodigy who killed Bai Tianhong? As the legends said, he’s only at the Ningzhen realm,” a middle-aged man in strange attire observed Gu Yang with keen interest. He proved to be an elder of Ningyao Sect from Xuan Yue Prefecture—a Yuanhai realm powerhouse.
“I heard this kid reached the top of the Purple Moon Trial Tower. That legendary inheritance should be in his hands, right?” another burly man said as he appeared. Beside him, the Fist Demon glared at Gu Yang with hatred. The burly man turned out to be the Grand Elder of the Collapse-Fist Sect, one of Chu’s top four sects—also a Yuanhai realm expert.
The sudden arrivals proved to be elders from Chu’s most prestigious sects. They had learned of Bai Tianhong’s death and sent people to the Purple Moon Secret Realm entrance to await the outco. During that process, they had also learned about Gu Yang—hence this scene. The sect elders fixed burning gazes on Gu Yang but did not attack, because they understood that the highest-ranking figure had not yet appeared.
At that mont, a towering murderous aura thundered across the horizon.
“You—killed my disciple!?” a roar split the air, drawing every eye.
An elderly man descended across the sky, treading the void. He radiated an unimaginable, terrifying aura. Every elder’s face changed at once.
“It’s him!” soone exclaid.
“Bai Tianhong’s master… Second Elder of the White Spirit Sect, Xia Pingyi!”
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