If Wang Chong had been forced to do this by Bagushidu, Wang Chong's attention was now completely focused on crossing the chasm.
If he wanted to obtain the Origin Immortal Art, he had to overcome this chasm.
"Buzz!"
In the next moment, the third-generation successor stood in the middle of the chain, several hundred meters away from the stone bridge. He extended a hand, and the radiant Thirty-Three Heavens immediately gathered together into a massive golden halberd.
With a casual blow, the third-generation successor unleashed a torrent of golden energy that, combined with the power of the golden halberd, instantly pulverized the several dozen swords in front of him.
The third-generation successor turned around and unleashed another blow. Before the several dozen flying swords could even get close, they were pulverized by the tyrannical Origin Immortal Stellar Energy.
But this was only the beginning. With the halberd in hand, the third-generation successor's momentum soared, and he took the initiative to attack the tens of thousands of 'flying swords' around him.
Boom!
Wave after wave of Daluo's Astral Energy sprayed out. The Astral Energy rumbled and even turned into the shape of dragons and tigers, clashing with the 'flying swords' in the air with their fists.
The Origin Immortal Lord's disciple had once more displayed his formidable fighting power.
Even though he was facing a massive number of flying swords in this extremely unfavorable environment, the third-generation successor was still able to attack and defend. The swords, broken swords, and damaged swords in the air were destroyed by the third-generation successor, the shards and chains constantly brushing past him and falling into the abyss below.
"Impossible! Was it broken just like that? Or was I just looking in the wrong direction this entire time? "
Bagushidu muttered to himself. For a moment, he didn't dare to believe that things had gone so smoothly.
On the other side, Wang Chong also slightly frowned. Although the current situation was advantageous to him, Wang Chong instinctively felt that the situation was not so simple.
The first-generation successor was stronger than the second-generation successor, and he had single-handedly constructed all the mechanisms in the underground palace. The first-generation successor could not possibly pass this trial so easily.
Just as this thought flashed across Wang Chong's mind, there was a sudden change in the distance —
Sandaime's repeated advances and attacks on the 'flying swords' in the air seemed to have finally angered Shisei.
Boom! There was an earth-shattering sound, and in the next moment, a huge crack appeared in the air above the chain, and a terrifying energy surged out from the void.
Countless golden particles mixed with the mist and attached themselves to the thousands of flying swords in the void. In just a short period of time, the flying swords gave off a completely new feeling. They had actually become even more powerful and dangerous than before.
"Subtle Realm!"
Wang Chong stood on the stone bridge at the back and watched coldly. He felt it deeply. In that instant, he sensed a familiar aura in the air. It was the power of the Nuance realm.
However, this power was even more terrifying than the Second King in the underground palace. If the Second King was a man of steel, then the First King was a giant.
Even more frightening was that the Subtle realm for ordinary martial artists only raised their strength to a higher level, but the first-generation successor's unique form had completely changed the definition of the Subtle realm. The third-generation successor was now facing thousands of Subtle realm flying swords, a power that would make any martial artist shrink back and tremble in fear.
"It's finally here!"
The nearby Bagushidu also sensed this change. He was much stronger than Wang Chong, so he was able to sense it much more deeply.
Wang Chong could only sense the Subtle realm energy surging through the air, but Bagushidu could sense that a massive gate had opened in the depths of spacetime. This transcendent energy, more powerful than any martial artist in the world, surged in like massive waves and was absorbed by the Origin Immortal Sword Formation.
"It's this energy! Back then, Ishinishidu chased after it for ten days and ten nights, all the way to this place. In the end, he died here. Only by comprehending this power and combining it with the power of our Earth Sect's Dark Radiant Heaven will we be able to comprehend it and reach another realm! "
Bagushidu's face flickered, and he could no longer maintain his composure. His clothes began to tremble in the mist, making him seem completely different from before.
But Wang Chong had no idea that the battle had reached its most intense moment, and the first-generation successor was completely intent on killing the third-generation successor.
Buzz!
Before one wave had even settled, the first-generation successor had opened a spacetime passage. When all the "flying swords" were advanced to the microscopic level, the golden light was dazzling. In the thick mist, countless broken golden lights suddenly floated up from the bottom of the chain.
A single glance caused Wang Chong and Bagushidu to grimace.
The densely packed, scale-like fragments of golden light were actually countless fragments of the longsword.
These fragments were all the flying swords that had been shattered in the battle between the third-generation successor and the first-generation successor.
Not only had the third-generation successor failed to destroy these flying swords, he had only made the sword mound even more dangerous.
Clang!
Before Wang Chong and Bagushidu could react, countless' flying swords' gathered together in a dazzling golden light.
In the next moment, a huge sword that was over 300 feet long flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning. In an instant, it struck the third-generation successor on the chain with the power of a thunderbolt.
Even the third-generation successor seemed insignificant in the face of this enormous energy.
"Not good!"
Wang Chong had an extremely ill foreboding.
There was no time to think, and all Wang Chong could do was control the third-generation successor to leap forward with all his strength. Less than half a second later, the third-generation successor seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning and vanished into the mist.
The battle ended, and everything returned to peace. The surrounding fog gathered, and in the void, the tens of thousands of broken swords and broken swords lost their target. Gradually, the light on their swords faded, and they slowly dispersed into the void around the chain.
One by one, they lay dormant and disappeared.
Hualala, the chains swayed, the sound was loud and clear, but on the stone bridge behind, there was only silence.
Wang Chong and Bagushidu stood side by side, silent for a long time.
Just like that, the third-generation successor had died. From start to finish, Wang Chong had controlled the third-generation successor to advance, even at the last second. But in the end, he had still failed.
"What a pity. Such a powerful helper, such a powerful fighting force, was lost for nothing!"
Bagushidu quickly came back to his senses and smiled at Wang Chong.
But Bagushidu's words came to a sudden halt. Next to him, Wang Chong had squatted down, his expression focused as he drew a finger across the stone bridge. Not even Bagushidu could understand the strange symbols and marks he was drawing.
"This is …"
Bagushidu frowned and immediately shut his mouth, standing behind Wang Chong as he watched.
At this moment, Wang Chong was so focused that he had completely forgotten about Bagushidu.
His eyes were half-closed, and his mind was constantly replaying the battle between the third-generation successor and the first-generation successor.
The entire battle, every single detail, from the beginning to the end, all appeared in his mind, big and small.
Although the third-generation successor had been killed by the sword formation, Wang Chong's sacrifice had not been for naught. At the very least, Wang Chong had gained a great deal of information that he had not known before.
More importantly, when Wang Chong had controlled the third-generation successor, he had also seen it from the third-generation successor's point of view. He had gained all the experience of fighting the first-generation successor head-on. Not even Bagushidu had experienced this sort of thing.
"… It's not advisable to use brute force. The first-generation successor only used sixty percent of his strength against the third-generation successor, and this is entirely because he is the successor of the Origin Immortal Realm. If it had been anyone else, the first-generation successor would have been at least forty percent stronger. This isn't something that any one of us here can deal with. " “
Wang Chong closed his eyes and slightly raised his head, his mind constantly calculating.
Thus, if he wanted to obtain the Origin Immortal Art, he could only do it through wits, not brute force. Crucially, he had to find the pattern of the first-generation successor's attacks.
No matter how powerful and intelligent the first-generation successor was, he was still dead, and his mind was bound to be extremely weak after nearly one thousand years. This was the crux of the problem.
The first-generation successor's attacks had a pattern!
At the very least, this was what Wang Chong had learned through the third-generation successor's eyes, and it was his greatest harvest.
"Just what is it?"
Wang Chong muttered to himself, his mind in turmoil.
The third-generation successor was already half a step into the Subtle realm, and when combined with the world's number one Origin Immortal Art, his fighting power was almost on par with the initial realm Qutaybah, perhaps even a little stronger.
Not even the third-generation successor could contend against sixty percent of the first-generation's attacks, much less Wang Chong himself.
If he could not find the first-generation successor's pattern of attacks, recklessly stepping onto the chains would mean certain death.
The air was still, and the air was cold as it flowed across the stone bridge. Bagushidu stood with his hands held behind his back, his expression indifferent and unhurried.
While the third-generation successor was present, he had still had some misgivings. Now that the third-generation successor was gone, Wang Chong's life was even more in his hands.
"There's no rush. Take your time to think. At the very least, you have enough time before the others come in … "
Bagushidu faintly smiled, exuding a scholarly air. He seemed forgiving, but this was actually his final ultimatum.
But at this moment, Wang Chong did not care, nor did he care.
"What is it? Just what is it? "
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