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Chapter 159: The Golden Spear, the Chariot, What’s Still Missing?

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Golden Spear, the Chariot, What’s Still Missing?

Liang Hui’s Inner Strength began to surge within his body.

Layers of cyan armor plates attached themselves onto his robes.

The armor was ancient and weathered, filled with a commanding aura.

At the same time, azure thunder loosened with streams of red flame, seethed upon the long spear.

Even the soaring Fire Bird cast down its gaze in respect.

He leaped into the air, spear raised high.

Stab!

The spear seemed to traverse through time, instantly piercing the Fire Bird’s breast.

Amidst a mournful cry, it exploded with a boom.

Fire rain mixed with radiance scattered in all directions.

The youth landed and strode forward, his target the stone pillar.

Roar!

Another bellow echoed, and the Silver Wolf quickly took shape, blocking his path.

The spear thrust forth without hesitation, making the Silver Wolf howl in agony, dissolving into a puddle of flowing light.

Liang Hui’s pace remained unchanged, though a frown creased his brow.

’The mark has strengthened.’

With every few steps, Transcendent-level warriors of Blood Exchange or True Realization levels emerged, obstructing and fighting him.

Be it martial, beast, or dao, each one that appeared was even more powerful.

Zap!

The spear penetrated the bright mirror, nailing a beautiful woman to the platform.

He withdrew the Thunderflame Spear, paying no mind to the dissolving mirror and woman.

His gaze then turned to the stone pillar before him, and the golden orb of light in front of it.

His hand, wrapped in Inner Strength, reached out, attempting to grasp the orb.

However, the radiance rigidly blocked him on the outside, preventing him from reaching in to take the treasure.

"Do I have to defeat ten people?"

Liang Hui increased the force between his fingers, and the golden brightness began to deform as if it would break open at any moment.

But in the end, he stopped, as the treasure within the golden glow began to self-destruct.

After a deep look at the light,

he turned around!

He rushed toward the figures that appeared once again.

The eighth!

Nine!

Ten!

As the enemies’ strength increased, even Liang Hui couldn’t defeat them with a single strike.

It often took several exchanges to wear down the adversary.

When the tenth person appeared and was defeated by Liang Hui,

the spacious platform fell silent, no more figures emerged.

The youth approached the stone pillar once again, scrutinizing the two orbs of light.

One was golden, the other dark red, both shining with a blinding brilliance.

A moment later,

he reached out his hand, still aiming for the golden orb.

This time there was no obstruction, his hand directly passed through the orb.

He withdrew his hand slowly and opened it to reveal two golden, odd-shaped stones—one large, one small—within his line of sight.

At that moment, he felt a craving to devour these golden stones.

Liang Hui’s brow furrowed lightly.

He instantly deduced that this craving was not from himself but conveyed by the Crimson Cloud Sword, which had become his Lifebound Tool.

Using the Flowing Light Bell, he carefully sensed the golden stones and surprisingly felt a sense of completeness, flawlessness within them.

His palm suddenly exerted force, but the golden stones remained unchanged.

’Very sturdy indeed!’

Regardless of whether the golden stones possessed other abilities, just their level of sturdiness satisfied him.

With a thought, the Red Cloud Dao Sword materialized, its reddish-gold light instantly enshrouding one of the smaller golden stones.

The Red Cloud Dao Sword and the stone slowly ascended.

Endless heat and light radiated as if a great sun hung in the sky.

On the golden stone, strands of golden mist rose, entwining around the Dao Sword, being absorbed.

With each breath, the Dao Sword grew more resplendent and dazzling, its edge shocking the world.

About ten minutes passed, and reddish-gold light streaked across, burrowing into the youth’s abdomen.

At that moment, Liang Hui felt a deeper connection with the Dao Sword; if before the Dao Sword felt like a limb, easily controlled,

now it was like a thought.

Only afterward did he turn his attention to the remaining golden stone in his hand.

This piece, he planned to use when crafting a spear.

The Thunderfire Spear on his back, though very outstanding, was ultimately crafted during Marrow Refining and could no longer keep up with his current strength.

He put the golden oddity back into his palm.

Satisfaction flashed in the young man’s eyes; this haul was not bad.

Turn around!

Looking towards the center of the platform.

"Continue!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a figure appeared on the platform.

It was an imposing figure standing on a cauldron, dominating in every sense.

Feeling the presence of an even stronger enemy.

Liang Hui laughed heartily, full of fighting spirit, and strode forward.

Kill!

The intense fight began.

Cauldrons, fists, and spears intertwined and entangled.

Then exploded with a thunderous roar.

Only a slender figure stood atop the platform.

"Again!"

He let out a long cry to the heavens, his black hair flying, his combativeness more intense than ever.

Such thrilling combat was rare for Liang Hui, even in the ’Dream Entering’ state.

Fight!

The spear swept across the sky, continuously conquering.

All kinds of fist techniques and secret techniques shone brightly, illuminating the entire space.

The melee became even more brutal.

Towards the end, Liang Hui even began to use the Crimson Jade Bell, fighting to the extreme with the bell over his head and the spear in his hand.

Various opponents kept appearing before him, each a prodigy at the pinnacle of either the Blood Exchange or True Realization stages.

All sorts of desperate moves, even Liang Hui had to marvel.

One figure after another fell, only for more to emerge.

Liang Hui no longer cared about how many opponents he had defeated but kept on fighting incessantly.

He took these marks as a way to sharpen himself, continually perfecting his fist techniques and combat skills.

Crack! Crack!

The Crimson Jade Bell above his head shattered completely, and Liang Hui thrust his spear through the woman playing the zither before him.

Huff~ Huff~

Standing on the platform with his spear, he gasped for breath.

His body was weary, but his eyes shone brighter than ever before, outshining all things under the heavens.

"Is there more?"

After a long time, only the figure of the youth remained on the platform.

Turn around!

He walked towards the stone pillar.

Drawing close to the pillar, he did not hesitate and reached directly for the dark red light.

The light dispersed, and a small chariot appeared in his palm.

The chariot was ancient, covered in various marks, including cuts and slashes from knives, axes, and spears, its mottled surface telling of its grandeur.

Two clear bells hung in front, jingling melodiously as they swayed.

Upon close inspection of the chariot, despite its decrepitude, Liang Hui could faintly sense its power.

It was no less precious than the white ruler in his embrace.

The next moment, mana surged from his body into the chariot.

With great speed, he left his mark within the chariot.

Feeling it attentively, the abilities of the chariot emerged in his mind.

It possessed certain offensive and defensive capabilities, but above all, it was known for its speed.

With ample mana, once driving the chariot, he could cover a hundred thousand li a day, far surpassing even those strong beings with meridian and Entry Dao Level powers.

Liang Hui was very satisfied with the escape artifact in his hand.

This ascent to the Heaven-Reaching Bridge, though he did not acquire the Sword Scripture, was equally significant.

The only loss was the Crimson Jade Bell, but he already had a replacement; the Cangqing Cauldron and the Burnlight Pot were more than enough for the time being.

He stopped the thoughts in his mind.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he began to recover the consumed Inner Strength and mana.

Until nightfall.

Only then did Liang Hui, who had been seated, stand up, taking a glance at the platform to ensure nothing was missed.

With the spear on his back and the sword at his waist, he walked towards the stairs.

Looking in the direction of the Tianyuan Sword Sect ruins, his eyes filled with coldness.

Although he could not deal with the deities and Primordial Spirit Rank powerhouses for the time being, he thought he could still slaughter their disciples and prodigies.