"Humph, you dare to attack in my True Martial Sacred Land."
The Master of True Martial's face hardened. He stepped out of the void and walked in front of Dream.
A terrifying aura spread out, forcing Dream to take a few steps back.
"A dignified leader of a holy land actually used such a method to lure me out." Zhou Yang said in disdain.
"Kid, hand over the ore and I'll take you as my disciple," said the Master of True Martial Arts, staring at Zhou Yang.
"Hand over the Primal Flame Ore?"
Zhou Yang sneered and flew to the True Martial Sky Pillar.
"What are you trying to do?" The Dragon Sect Master exclaimed.
"What are you doing? I don't know you at all, but you've tried to kill me time and time again. Since that's the case, I won't be polite. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang suddenly grasped the air and a huge hammer appeared in his hand.
Bang!
The hammer came crashing down. The stone pillar shook, but it was not damaged at all.
"How dare you try to destroy the True Martial Sky Pillar!"
However, to everyone's surprise, Zhou Yang did not pick up the hammer despite his failure. Instead, he held the hammer tightly and a vortex appeared behind him.
Using a boundless amount of astral souls to absorb this stone pillar was truly a little audacious. However, the transformations of the boundless universe gave him confidence. In addition, he could already tell that this stone pillar was forged from metal. The Flame Magnetic Hammers would be able to aid him.
Rumble!
The earth cracked open, and the True Martial Heavenly Pillar rose from the ground.
"Not good!"
The Master of True Martial's face drained of color as he hurriedly charged towards Zhou Yang.
However, it was too late. The powerful suction had triggered a spatial crack, and the entire True Martial City was thrown into chaos. The entire sky had turned into a black vortex, and soon, the Sky Pillar had been sucked into the vortex.
Zhou Yang and Meng also disappeared at the same time.
The True Martial Sky Pillar that had been in the True Martial Holy Emperor's hands for ten thousand years was gone just like that.
"Find me! Find him! I'm going to tear him to pieces!" roared the Master of True Martial.
Dismember the corpse into ten thousand pieces …
A hundred miles away, Zhou Yang could still hear the roar of the Master of True Martial Arts.
This Master of True Martial is an expert at the sixth level. The leader of the Dragon Sect should only be at the second or third level. Regardless of which level he is at, I am no match for him. I have to break through as soon as possible.
"Self-created ultimate technique …"
Zhou Yang pondered carefully. A self-created consummate technique that surpassed eighteen stars in power would be able to break through the limits of martial arts. However, how was he going to create one?
"Perhaps I don't have to completely create it myself. As long as I find a martial art and fuse it with my own strength …"
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately integrated the Thunder Fire into the Eighteen Golden Dragon Fists.
In just three days, he had completed this idea, but the actual results disappointed him.
Although it was more powerful than the Eighteen Golden Dragon Fists, it did not exceed the power of eighteen stars.
It was only after Greedy Soul's reminder that he realized what was going on.
The true purpose of creating one's own martial arts was not in power, but in the comprehension of the essence of martial arts. Only by comprehending the essence of martial arts could one create their own unique martial arts, and only then could one step into the Martial Extremity.
But he naively thought that as long as he had enough power, he would be at the peak of martial arts.
His consciousness sank into the infinite universe. He sealed his six senses and immersed himself in the world of martial arts.
After ten years in the infinite universe and about a month in the outside world, Zhou Yang finally woke up.
When he woke up this time, his temperament had undergone a huge change, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.
"Martial Extremity!"
With a wave of his hand, the wind and clouds in the sky surged.
At this moment, he finally understood the heaven-defying power of a martial artist.
The power of the Martial Extremity.
It was a power that could control heaven and earth at will. Even the clouds in the sky could be dispelled with a wave of his hand.
"Dream, where is our next stop?"
Zhou Yang stood up and looked at Dream.
"The sacred land of Hidden Confucianism!"
The sacred land of Hidden Confucianism was one of the eight sacred lands in the Fringe. It was also the sacred land in the hearts of all Confucian cultivators.
After five days, the two finally arrived at the sacred land of Confucianism, the Hidden Confucian City.
As soon as he entered the city, Zhou Yang felt a strong scholarly aura. It was as if even the city walls were made of books. The martial artists on the streets were also dressed like scholars. They either held folding fans in their hands or had rulers on their waists.
The shops along the street were also selling scrolls. Zhou Yang even found the Wen Hua Book Collection Store.
"This isn't the original copy, right?" Zhou Yang looked at the Culture Collection.
"Of course not. Ninety percent of the original copies of all the scriptures in the world are in the Hidden Confucian Pavilion. You have to go there to find the original copy."
"The Hidden Confucian Pavilion?"
"That's right. Do you see that white jade pagoda? That's the Hidden Confucian Pavilion. However, it's not easy to enter. You have to contribute."
"What contribution?" Zhou Yang was puzzled.
"For example, you can contribute an original copy of a scripture or a lost manuscript of a classic."
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"Then the Culture Collection. As far as I know, a large part of the Culture Collection has been lost …" Zhou Yang flipped through the Culture Collection in the shop and found that although it was much more complete than the Draconic Martial Country's, it was still missing the last part.
"The last part of the Culture Collection was lost a thousand years ago. If you can find the last part, of course you can enter. You can even go to the highest level to study the Book of Gold!"
The Book of Gold!
Zhou Yang smiled and immediately turned to leave. The shop owner was right. As soon as he reached the door, someone stopped him.
"This is not a place for you. Leave now," the man said without hesitation.
"I have the last part of the Wen Hua Collection," Zhou Yang said straightforwardly.
"Hmph, there are people like you every year. Leave now, or don't blame me for being rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man froze, and a Heaven Star Border aura swept out.
Zhou Yang sighed. This place was indeed the sacred land of Hidden Confucians. Even the gatekeeper was a Heaven Star Border martial artist.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yang smiled faintly, and a strange ripple spread out from his body. In an instant, all the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings disappeared. The man's expression became extremely respectful. He quickly cupped his hands and bowed. "Master, please forgive me."
"Tell those who can speak to me," Zhou Yang said.
"Yes, please wait a moment."
The man then entered the white jade pagoda. Not long after, three people came out. The one in the lead was an Eight Extremities cultivator.
"May I know your name?" The Eight Extremities cultivator cupped his hands.
Zhou Yang returned the greeting and said, "I'm Zhou Yang. I came here because of your reputation."
"Zhou Yang …"
The man frowned. Obviously, he had not heard of Zhou Yang before. He only said, "Brother Zhou, since you came here because of my reputation, you should know the rules. Other than the Sacred Leader's token, anyone else who wants to enter has to contribute …"
"Of course I know the rules. This time, I'm here to give you the last part of the Wen Hua Collection."
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