The twelfth level of the God of War Pagoda.
This was the top level of the God of War Pagoda.
After Yang Wu stepped in, he finally felt like he had entered the pagoda.
Here, the wooden boards of the tower appeared. He could see the windows of the tower not far away. Walking to the window, he could see the scenery of the outside world. The layers of mountains, as well as the clouds that were within reach, were all in his eyes.
Yang Wu's vision became extremely comfortable. From the first level to the twelfth level, he had experienced many difficulties. Fortunately, he had overcome them all. It was a pity that he had suffered a martial arts injury. This price was a little too high. If he did not obtain an unexpected reward here, he would be very disappointed.
"One year in the pagoda is one day outside! You can stay here and cultivate for ten days! "A voice rang out.
These ten days referred to the time outside the pagoda. Inside the pagoda, it was ten years.
Ten years was a very precious time for young cultivators. To be able to have ten more years to fight for the Dao was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Staying here for ten years, I wonder if I will be bored to death." Yang Wu sighed softly.
Ten years was very precious, and he was very excited. At the same time, he thought about how he was only twenty years old since he was born. Ten years of cultivation felt very long, and with his personality of not being able to endure loneliness, he was afraid that it would not be so easy.
At that moment, a figure quietly appeared in the God of War Pagoda. He said, "Descendant of the Yang Family, you are the first lucky person in the Yang Family to successfully reach the twelfth level in 10,000 years."
Yang Wu looked at the white-haired elder who had appeared and asked in surprise, "You are?"
The elder's voice was exactly the same as the voices from the previous levels. He had already guessed who he was, but he did not dare to be too sure.
As expected, the elder replied, "I am the pagoda spirit of the God of War Pagoda."
Yang Wu bowed slightly to the elder and said, "Greetings, Lord Pagoda Spirit."
"You are quite interesting. It is time to give you your reward." The pagoda spirit smiled faintly.
Yang Wu said excitedly, "Thank you, Lord Pagoda Spirit."
"Take it well," the pagoda spirit said calmly before pointing a finger at Yang Wu's forehead.
This finger emitted a boundless brilliance and directly entered Yang Wu's body. Yang Wu instantly lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, in his hazy consciousness, he saw an extremely imposing figure. He wore a set of azure armor and held a war spear. He stood upright on the peak of a mountain. Below the mountain was a dense group of demons. These demons numbered in the tens of thousands, and each of them had astonishing evil Qi. Their combat strength was incomparably powerful. They crazily attacked the person on the mountain.
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This kind of terrifying power could only be unleashed by a Saint Realm or even a creature beyond the Saint Realm. This was a battle between gods!
The stalwart man with the war spear took dragon-like steps and stepped down from the air. His every movement contained a terrifying momentum. His body seemed to emit nine blue suns, like a furnace filled with endless power. The war spear stabbed down, and the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth surged in all directions like an upside-down waterfall. The terrifying impact immediately shattered the attacks of the evil spirits. The waterfall turned into countless arrows and crazily fell into the evil spirits. These evil spirits had no power to resist and were blasted into bloody dregs.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The imposing man with the battle spear was really powerful. When he waved the battle spear, a terrifying spear light blasted out. Sometimes it was like a tiger, sometimes it was like a dragon, sometimes it was like a river, sometimes it was like a tsunami. Strange phenomena appeared in the world again and again. Countless demons were killed.
He fought until his battle spear broke, and countless evil spirits fell, but countless evil spirits pounced on him again and again. He killed these evil spirits with his fists, as if he had transformed into a black tortoise, and had the ability to control water. Every punch of his carried a large amount of water profound qi that exploded endlessly. His body exuded an aura of supremacy between heaven and earth, and no one could rival him.
The clouds in the sky turned red as if they were dyed red by demon blood. There were blood rivers on the ground. They were all condensed by demon blood.
Countless broken limbs and a large number of corpses began to pile up into a mountain. The imposing man stepped on countless demon corpses. He had used up all his strength. There was not a single piece of intact flesh on his body. His bones were broken countless times. But he still held the broken spear and stood on the mountain of demon corpses. He illuminated every corner of the human race. It was as if as long as he was there, the demons would not dare to step into the human race's territory.
He was the human race's invincible war god!
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Ahhh!
Yang Wu felt like his head was about to explode. He held his head and screamed in pain. It was full of destructive power. It was as if his head was about to explode.
The Divine Court Dao Flower kept swaying. It was rapidly absorbing these wills. The eighth leaf was growing bigger, imprinting these wills bit by bit.
After these wills were imprinted, Yang Wu's pain lessened. He fainted. He did not know how long it took for him to wake up.
The Pagoda Spirit stood beside him. There was no emotion on his face.
Yang Wu crawled up. He couldn't help but ask, "Lord Pagoda Spirit, how long have I been unconscious?"
"About three months in the pagoda," the Pagoda Spirit replied. He paused for a moment and then added, "That's not bad."
"I … I've been unconscious for three months?" Yang Wu was given a fright. He thought he had only been unconscious for a day or two.
"The martial will of your Yang family ancestor is boundless. For you to be able to digest it and wake up is already amazing," the Pagoda Spirit praised.
"Uh … is that really the case?" Yang Wu was puzzled.
What he saw was the invincible figure of the Yang family ancestor. His every attack was too powerful. He could not understand it at all, nor could he comprehend its mysteries. Only when he became stronger would he be able to slowly unlock this martial will and fuse it into his own.
However, it was not that he did not gain anything. He vaguely captured a wisp of will. That was the "invincible will". No matter how desperate the situation his ancestor was in, he was fearless. It was as if there was no one in the world who could match him. That indomitable aura was incomparable.
If he could also condense such a will, it would be very important for his future cultivation.
"Whether that is the case or not, you know it better than I do. You can do whatever you want from now on," the Pagoda Spirit said.
"Lord Pagoda Spirit, aren't you going to stay and teach me?" Yang Wu asked.
"There is nothing more suitable for you than what your ancestor taught you," the Pagoda Spirit replied.
"But I worked so hard to reach the twelfth level. It's not right for you to not give me a reward, right?"
"Slowing down time here is my reward for you. What else do you want?"
"This is a basic reward. Everyone has a share. Lord Pagoda Spirit, you can't be too harsh on me."
"You sly brat, I'm afraid of you. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask me at any time. I'll answer you when I'm in a good mood."
"Good. Then how do you repair a martial arts injury?"
"Uh … this is an injury to the foundation of your human race. I don't understand."
"Then what use do I have for you?"
…
The Pagoda Spirit was deeply hurt. He had witnessed countless talented monstrous geniuses. He had a massive amount of information and was well versed in both the past and present. In the Transcendents, those that could compare with him were only a few undying old monsters. He felt that teaching a human brat should be an easy task. But this brat's first question was enough to drive him crazy.
Injuries to the martial arts were indeed the most difficult problem to solve since ancient times.
It wasn't as simple as having one's foundation damaged. It also meant that Yang Wu had encountered a problem in his cultivation. Normally, this would only happen to someone who had suffered a cultivation deviation. Yang Wu had suffered a martial arts injury because of Xuanyuan Jun's attack. It wasn't easy to solve this problem.
After the Pagoda Spirit was looked down upon by Yang Wu, he couldn't help but search through all the geniuses that had suffered martial arts injuries since ancient times. He sorted them out and found that those geniuses that had suffered martial arts injuries all didn't have a good ending. They either stopped moving forward on their martial arts path or suffered injuries on top of injuries and died young.
After Yang Wu heard this information from the Pagoda Spirit, he was so scared that his face paled. He muttered, "Is there really no hope?"
"There is. In ancient times, there was a genius that used his own abilities to repair his martial arts injuries and became one of the strongest." The Pagoda Spirit said.
Yang Wu's hope was ignited. He asked, "How did he solve this problem?"
"Uh … I don't know." The Pagoda Spirit hesitated for a moment before replying.
Yang Wu directly fainted to the ground.
The Pagoda Spirit's old face couldn't help but say, "He relied on his own willpower to continuously temper his own martial arts and repair his martial arts injuries. Of course, I don't know what method he used. I'm not them. It's already very difficult for me to gather information about them. Kid, you should be content."
Yang Wu sat up. "If even you can't do anything, then it looks like I can only rely on Little Hei. It must have a way to solve this problem."
"Who is Little Hei?" the Pagoda Spirit asked curiously.
"It's a guy that can do anything." Yang Wu rarely praised Little Hei like this.
"Don't try to trick me. I know all the top old guys in this realm, but I've never heard of a guy called 'Little Hei'."
"Heh, that only proves that you're ignorant."
"Then tell me what kind of abilities it has. I don't believe that it's really that powerful."
"If it's more powerful than you, what will you do?"
"Then I'll think of a way to heal your martial arts injuries and give you some extra rewards."
"Alright, then I'll tell you just how powerful it is. Let's see if you can compare to it. It has unparalleled battle prowess, it can soar through the clouds, it has the Thirty-Six Transformation Technique, it contains unparalleled immortal techniques, and it also has a unique alchemy …" Yang Wu exclaimed. He then began to boast about Little Hei's abilities.
The Pagoda Spirit couldn't help but ask, "Just who is it?"
"It's a Little Hei dog!"
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