fantasy novels Chapter 45: Opportunities Are Insufficient, Strength Makes Up for It! (Extra - !)
Chapter 45: Opportunities Are Insufficient, Strength Makes Up for It! (Extra - !)
Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Opportunities Are Insufficient, Strength Makes Up for It! (Extra Chapter!)Fifteen minutes later.
Centered around Chen Zhixing, over a hundred Great Demons scattered like birds and beasts, darting out from all directions.
"All of you, get moving, help the senior find the Human Race’s tomb!"
"If you can’t find it in one hour, you all die!"
"Hurry!!"
In an instant, the entire pine needle forest was in an uproar.
Under the command of these over a hundred Great Demons, thousands upon thousands of Great Demons and Little Demons either flew to the sky or burrowed into the ground, starting the
A terrifying power that could shake a hundred mountains poured out like a flood breaking through a dam!
A massive black shockwave instantly blasted forward, shattering the entire bronze stone gate into pieces!
Then the second, the third!!
The three-question stone gates set by Taoist Jiu Feng during his lifetime were all penetrated with this punch.
"You see, sometimes simplifying things leads to the most effective solution."
Chen Zhixing retracted his arm and stepped inside.
Inside the Cyan Pheasant Divine Sword’s internal space, Sword Spirit Qingzhi was left dumbfounded.
He actually smashed it with one punch?!
Is this... even possible?!!
Next, Sword Spirit Qingzhi shivered all over, a sense of ominous foreboding welling up in his mind.
The Sword God’s place of inheritance also had trials; would the young master also...
Sword Spirit Qingzhi’s throat bobbed, feeling parched.
Before she could continue her thoughts.
Chen Zhixing had already stepped in boldly.
On the second and third shattered stone gates, two questions were written.
What is Technique?
What is Skill?
"Whoever is stronger, whoever’s fist is bigger, that is Tao, that is Technique, that is Skill."
"What frivolous questions."
Chen Zhixing softly muttered to himself, then crossed the Third Layer stone gate and went straight to the deepest part of the tomb.
At the deepest part of the tomb, there was a stone chamber approximately ten square meters in size.
In the center of the stone chamber, a skeleton with white bones was clothed in a Taoist robe long since decayed, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat.
If not mistaken, this would be Taoist Jiu Feng.
The skeleton still maintained a skyward gaze, seemingly unwilling even at the moment of death.
"Pardon the intrusion."
In respect, Chen Zhixing bowed to the skeleton.
Regardless, barging into someone’s tomb to take items left Chen Zhixing feeling somewhat apologetic.
The next moment.
Chen Zhixing bypassed the skeleton and stopped before a stone table behind Taoist Jiu Feng’s remains.
On the stone table, from left to right, were three items.
On the far left was an ancient blue paper-bound book, with a line of ancient, simple brush strokes inscribed on it vertically.
Nine Gods Technique!
Chen Zhixing exhaled lightly, unable to suppress a slight smile.
"Got it!"
Chen Zhixing reached out and placed the Nine Gods Technique into his sleeve.
He knew that with this technique, his True Self Realm could perhaps forge a path unlike any other in the present world.
The next moment.
Chen Zhixing looked toward the second item.
Instantly, a shock ran through him, his pupils constricted violently.
"Hmm? Why is it this?!"