Rumble ~
On the fifth floor, two figures were fighting crazily in midair. Every time they clashed, a terrifying power would erupt, as if a group of stars were falling from the sky.
Even a cultivator of the Returning Nature Realm would be torn apart in an instant in this storm, and die without a complete corpse.
"This feels great!"
Xia Ping roared. His blood boiled. It was rare for him to have a chance to fight against a saint's projection, and the saint was at a lower level than himself. This was like training him. This was a rare opportunity.
Not to mention the fact that Saint Pan Gu wasn't an ordinary saint. He was immeasurably powerful and had countless tricks up his sleeves. He was a terrifying warrior.
Under the training of Saint Pan Wu's projection, his Golden Crow cells were quickly unsealed. Nine million Golden Crow cells were awakened, giving him endless energy. The longer he fought, the stronger he became.
"Chance!"
Suddenly, Xia Ping's eyes shone brightly. After fighting for such a long time, he finally saw through Saint Pan Wu's flaws. He was so excited.
His body flashed, and he pounced on the saint and punched.
This punch was earth-shaking. It contained the power of spiraling, penetrating, and the rhythm of a saint. It landed on Saint Pan Wu's body.
Dong! Saint Pan Wu's projection collapsed immediately and turned into nothingness.
"I won."
Xia Ping's eyes shone brightly. He had fought against Saint Pan Wu for half a day. Both his spirit and power had been consumed to an astonishing degree. Now, he finally found a flaw and defeated Saint Pan Wu's projection.
To be honest, this was a rare powerful enemy, and he benefited a lot from it.
"Congratulations to trial taker Wu Wudi for passing the fifth floor of the tower of trials."
At this moment, the voice of the tower of trials could be heard.
Boom ~
Next, an energy beam descended and quickly condensed into Saint Pan Wu's figure. He stood in front of Xia Ping, his eyes shining like stars, immeasurably deep.
"How many years has it been? Finally, someone can accept my legacy."
Saint Pan Wu's projection looked at Xia Ping, pleased.
"Did you leave any treasures behind?" Xia Ping asked curiously.
Saint Pan Wu rubbed his white beard and said, "I was going to leave all my treasures behind, but in the ancient battle against the Deep Abyss spirit creatures, I couldn't retreat even a little bit. My true body died, and all my treasures were gone.
However, treasures are just worldly possessions. As long as one has enough strength, any treasure can be obtained. That's why this old man left behind the martial arts secret art of his lifetime. This is also a godly secret art that made this old man a success. "
Once he finished, he waved his hand and a stone tablet fell from the sky.
There were many ancient characters carved on the stone slab, and they seemed to contain an ancient scripture that contained unimaginable power and supreme truth.
Xia Ping took a closer look. The title of the slate had a few words written on it — 'Panwu True Scripture'.
"Hmm, this is what I've learned my entire life. Now, I'll give you all of it. Whatever you achieve in the future will depend on you." Saint Pan Wu's projection smiled.
After saying these words, before Xia Ping could say anything, his phantom image instantly dissipated. It was as if his wish had been fulfilled, and so his projection also disappeared.
Beep!
At this moment, the system's voice sounded. "Discovered a god-level martial art, Scripture of Pan Wu. Host, would you like to accept the inheritance? Thirty hatred crystals?"
A god-level martial art indeed!
Xia Ping nodded. That was reasonable. Saint Pan Wu was so powerful, so he must have obtained a god-level martial art, which was why he was so powerful.
It seemed that he had indeed grown stronger in this trial. He was also curious about Saint Pan Wu's secrets. Thirty hatred crystals were nothing to him.
"Accept."
At this thought, Xia Ping immediately spoke.
Boom ~
The stone tablet immediately lit up, as if it was quickly refined by a mysterious power. It turned into streams of information, which turned into a white light and surged into Xia Ping's brain.
Immediately, he sensed that a series of ancient scriptures appeared in his brain, as if an ancient being was chanting. Every sentence represented the true meaning of the great Dao, making his bloodline quiver.
"I see."
An hour later, Xia Ping was enlightened. He finally accepted this inheritance and understood the true meaning of the Scripture of Pan Wu.
At first, the Scripture of Pan Wu wasn't much different from other martial arts, but it was different from the Returning Truth level onward. It was a technique that became more and more powerful in the later stages.
After cultivating this technique and reaching the Returning Truth level, one could split one's primordial spirit and condense nine primordial spirits, creating nine purple spaces that could contain immense magic power.
No matter how talented a living being was, they could only have one primordial spirit and one purple space in their entire lives. Of course, due to talent, cultivation techniques, resources, and so on, the purple spaces and primordial spirits were different in size.
Perhaps some races could have two or three primordial spirits, but that was also related to the constitution of the race.
However, the Scripture of Pan Wu was different. It had a secret technique that could split primordial spirits. Each primordial spirit was the same as the body, allowing the body to have nine purple spaces.
Just this alone would allow a cultivator who cultivated the Panwu Sutra to have more than nine times the magic power of an ordinary cultivator. In fact, when the nine primordial spirits fused with each other and rapidly strengthened, the balance of Yin and Yang would also cause each primordial spirit to be ten times stronger than an ordinary cultivator.
In this way, Saint Pan Wu was at least a hundred times more powerful than an ordinary cultivator at the same level.
It was not hard to imagine how terrifying Saint Pan Wu was. He was definitely extraordinary.
If one fought a protracted battle against Saint Pan Wu, one wouldn't be able to kill Saint Pan Wu even if one exhausted his enemies to death.
However, even though this technique was powerful, it was also extremely difficult to cultivate. It required a lot of talent, especially soul power.
If one's soul power wasn't greater than that of most living beings, one wouldn't be able to cultivate this technique, and it would be impossible for one to succeed.
Of course, apart from soul power, one's body had to be strong enough as well. Otherwise, if one's soul was too strong, one's body would explode. Both were necessary.
Therefore, the content of the Tower of Pan Wu's Trial was far more difficult than the other towers. This was because Saint Pan Wu had set it up to find his inheritor. Naturally, it was extraordinary.
Since the ancient time, Xia Ping was the only one who could pass Saint Pan Wu's trial.
Moreover, it was also unique. Once it was passed, no one else would have a chance to obtain it.
"I've made a fortune."
Xia Ping clenched his fists. With the Scripture of Pan Wu, his battle power would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
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