Luo Feng stood on a floating small landmass, gazing in all directions.
“To obtain a secret art by observing the void around? Success allows entry into the ninth level, while failure erases this memory and expels one from Wuqi Mansion?” Luo Feng frowned. The temptation of entering the ninth level was immense, yet the countless floating characters in the void around him left him bewildered, unsure of where to begin.
At a glance…
It was as if the sky was filled with stars, each character a celestial body, interconnected. Because they were all clustered together, he couldn’t discern the beginning or the end of the secret art, nor could he figure out how to parse the sentences.
“To cultivate this secret art, I must first sort out its complete content?” Luo Feng looked at the countless characters floating in the distant void. “But I don’t even understand it. How can I parse the sentences?”
“How can I cultivate without understanding the sentences?”
Luo Feng was troubled.
…
Time passed, and nine days had gone by.
“How exactly should I cultivate this?” Luo Feng stared at the glowing characters.
Each character radiated light, fluctuating in intensity.
Countless characters… resembled a vast scrollwork seamlessly connected, displayed before Luo Feng, yet he couldn’t comprehend it. He had studied the glow of these characters, but still couldn’t grasp their meaning.
“Am I really going to be stuck at this eighth level?” Luo Feng felt indignant. Yet, this scroll filled with countless characters was indeed like an unfathomable celestial script.
“Buzz!”
Suddenly!
As Luo Feng was studying the scrollwork, he suddenly felt all the characters on the vast scroll in the void glow brightly. In an instant, his consciousness was drawn into the scrollwork. It was just like using the ‘Virtual Universe Sensor’ to enter the virtual universe. At this moment, Luo Feng’s consciousness had entered the scrollwork.
…
Luo Feng stood motionless on the floating landmass. The stars-like characters on the ring-shaped scrollwork in the distant void glowed intensely, flickering in a special rhythm.
Whoosh!
A vague figure condensed and appeared in the void.
He wore a luxurious royal robe surrounded by faint black radiance. Though his figure was blurred, he stood in the void as if the entire eighth level revolved around him. An aura of absolute nobility radiated from him as he gazed at Luo Feng standing dumbfounded on the distant landmass.
“The second one already,” the black-radiance figure murmured softly. “The last one’s consciousness entered the scrollwork world, but quickly failed. I wonder if this one can succeed…”
“Perhaps I’m just being too wishful?”
“My Jin World, though vast and boundless, may still be insufficient to give birth to a peerless genius capable of cultivating this secret art. Still, what else can I do? What else can I do? My original body is already destroyed… I have no other choice, no other choice.” The figure in black radiance sighed softly.
“Among countless lives, perhaps a miracle will eventually emerge.”
The black-radiance figure gazed at Luo Feng in the distance, watching with hope.
Meanwhile, Luo Feng stood dumbfounded, his consciousness already drawn into the scrollwork world.
…
Scrollwork World.
Luo Feng only felt his consciousness being pulled, experiencing a sensation akin to entering the virtual universe. In a flash, his vision shifted, and he arrived before a majestic palace emitting a faint purple glow.
This palace was built atop an endless mountain peak.
At a glance, the majestic palace appeared shrouded in mist, indistinct and hazy. Even a single glance evoked a powerful sense of oppression. Luo Feng turned to look at the distant mountains… the range he stood on stretched infinitely, with no end in sight.
“What place is this? My consciousness was forcibly drawn in while observing those characters in the void?” Luo Feng felt increasingly mystified.
How strong was his will?
Yet the ring-shaped scrollwork composed of characters in the void had forcibly pulled in his consciousness.
“Enter!” “Enter!” “Enter!”…
The palace gate, emitting a faint purple glow, echoed with a series of calls, instantly making Luo Feng dizzy. He then foolishly walked toward the gate, heading deeper into the palace.
“Hmm?”
Luo Feng abruptly snapped out of it and immediately surveyed his surroundings. “I’m already inside the palace? I was controlled without any awareness. This gap is just too vast.”
This was an extremely magnificent hall. The edges of the hall were lined with beautifully crafted pillars, each engraved with various scenes. The distant walls were also decorated, all radiating a powerful pressure. Luo Feng tried to see clearly… but still couldn’t make out anything, even the floor beneath his feet was obscured, like viewing flowers through fog.
“Boom!”
The entire hall suddenly trembled violently.
Luo Feng immediately turned around and saw a strange beast materialize out of nowhere within the hall. This beast was covered in black scales, resembled a lion in shape, had a curved purple horn on its forehead, and its eyes glowed with purple light. As it walked through the hall, the hall itself seemed to tremble.
“Who are you?” Luo Feng asked, staring at the beast.
“I am the secret art itself,” the beast with the purple horn proudly replied.
Luo Feng was stunned. “The secret art itself?”
“Hmph, if even weapons can have spirits, why can’t a secret art?” the beast scoffed.
Luo Feng was taken aback.
Then he was overjoyed!
Heaven.
A spirit of a secret art?
Any ordinary warrior from the Jin World would likely not understand the meaning of a ‘secret art spirit,’ but Luo Feng, having inherited the lineage of Dandong River, understood ancient civilizations and naturally knew what a ‘secret art spirit’ was. In ancient civilizations, only some supremely powerful beings, the absolute peak existences of the ancient civilizations, would go to great lengths to forge a ‘secret art treasure’ when selecting a worthy successor for their cherished supreme techniques.
They would embed a spirit into the secret art.
The fusion of a secret art into a spirit was extremely demanding. In the Dandong River lineage, only the third ancestor could accomplish this. None of the subsequent inheritors could.
Once a secret art possesses a spirit, it will naturally choose its true master. If another powerful being attempts to forcefully obtain the secret art through sheer strength, they will only end in failure… and since the secret art treasure cannot establish a master-spirit bond, it is impossible to destroy the spirit. After all, only the master can easily eliminate the treasure’s spirit, or a certain supreme being could destroy the treasure itself, thereby also destroying the spirit.
But who could forge such a secret art treasure, if not a supreme being from the ancient civilization?
Even the third ancestor of the Dandong River lineage, if he did not establish a master-spirit bond, could not destroy the treasure he forged himself. Thus, such ‘secret art spirits’ are difficult to destroy, yet even harder to meet the criteria to inherit the supreme techniques cherished by these peak existences.
“What secret art is this, that it has its own spirit? Could it be made by the Divine King?” Luo Feng mused. “Even in my Dandong River lineage, only the third ancestor could reach such a level.”
…
Facing this beast with a purple horn, Luo Feng obediently listened beside it. After all, even the third ancestor couldn’t use force. Everything must follow the rules set by the creator of the secret art spirit.
“You must have some foundation to enter the scrollwork world,” said the beast with the purple horn. “But whether you can obtain this secret art depends on your strength. Watch carefully—”
Suddenly, the beast’s sharp horn emitted four beams of light.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four beams struck four different positions on the hall walls. Instantly, four giant scrollworks appeared simultaneously on the four walls of the hall. However, the characters on three of the scrollworks were indistinct.
Only one scrollwork.
The one hanging in midair above the palace entrance had clearly visible characters, which Luo Feng could fully read.
“These four scrollworks,” the beast with the purple horn explained, “the one before you, the only one you can see clearly, is the ‘Nayin Secret Art’ of the entire secret technique.”
“Nayin Secret Art?” Luo Feng nodded.
The Nayin Secret Art… when a peak existence of the ancient civilization finally found a successor. If the successor was killed during cultivation, it was acceptable. But if their memories were searched after death, causing the leakage of their cherished supreme secret art, that would be a significant problem. Therefore, they devised many preventive measures.
For example, the ‘Inheritance Mark’ of the Dandong River lineage. Bound by the Inheritance Mark, Luo Feng couldn’t possibly leak any information. Even if he were killed and his memories searched, the Inheritance Mark would collapse and destroy everything, making it impossible for enemies to extract anything.
Of course, many great powers, such as the Divine King of Jin bestowing teachings to his subordinates, would gradually impart more advanced techniques as their subordinates grew stronger. The stronger the subordinates became, the harder it was for their memories to be searched.
But if it wasn’t a true lineage inheritance, nor a transmission to a subordinate, but instead using a method like the ‘secret art spirit’ to cast a wide net in search of a successor, they would generally use the ‘Nayin Secret Art’. Once the Nayin Secret Art is mastered, it can ‘absorb and guide’ the true powerful secret art. Even if one’s memories are searched, under the influence of the Nayin Secret Art, the true secret art cannot be extracted.
…
In addition to its function of ‘protecting the secret art,’ the Nayin Secret Art usually also serves the purpose of ‘selecting a qualified successor.’ This secret art would have many difficult aspects, and only those who meet the requirements could master it.
Mastering the Nayin Secret Art naturally signifies one is ready to learn the secret art and thus ‘absorb and guide’ it.
Once this is achieved, everything is accomplished.
…
“The more powerful the secret art, even if one reaches the level of Void True God, Eternal True God, or even higher, one must still cultivate it,” Luo Feng mused. “As a Law Sovereign, I definitely can’t master the entire secret art right now. If I could master it completely, it would mean this secret art has little value.”
“So, the meaning of the eighth level of Wuqi Mansion…”
“Is likely to master the ‘Nayin Secret Art,’ then fully absorb and guide the powerful secret art into one’s soul! Remembering it signifies success. If one fails to master the Nayin Secret Art, one likely fails.” Luo Feng quickly understood the true meaning of the eighth level of Wuqi Mansion.
Mastering the Nayin Secret Art, obtaining the complete secret art, and then entering the ninth level of Wuqi Mansion.
This was the final hurdle!
“This Nayin Secret Art should be extremely difficult, otherwise there wouldn’t have been so many obstacles set up before. And for the long history of the Jin World, no one has succeeded.” Luo Feng began to carefully observe the scrollwork floating before him at the palace entrance. The purple-horned beast beside him continued, “The Nayin Secret Art has strict requirements. The cultivator is best a Law Sovereign, and at most a True God. If one’s power exceeds that… there’s no possibility of success.”
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