Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

After all, these powers have been around for nearly a thousand years at the very least, and it's only natural that they would have some ancient books among them, detailing matters of the ancient age.

Not only that, but even among the Jianghu of Yan State, this news had spread.

"What?! An ancient legacy has appeared?"

"Pure Yang Martial Sect, a top martial arts power from the ancient age?!"

"Hurry, hurry, this is a godsend opportunity, my time to rise, Yang Fan, has come!"

Within Jianghu, there were still quite a few talented and exceptional individuals who, through various clues, had traced the origins of the Treasure Tower. In no time, this piece of news had caused a massive stir in the Jianghu of Yan State and even spread to various other prefectures.

Unfortunately, the other prefectures were obviously too late to react, as countless martial artists from Yan State's Jianghu gathered three hundred miles outside Yulong City, waiting for the Treasure Tower to officially open.

Even the outstanding talents from top powers such as Da Guangming Sect, White Tiger Clan, Breaking Wave Clan, and others had all converged there as well.

Three hundred miles outside Yulong City was teeming with people, with innumerable martial artists gathered there. Of course, at the very front were the likes of Da Guangming Sect and other top Jianghu powers, along with Jing Tian Department's Xuan Level Commanders and Yellow Level Commanders.

Jiang Huan, Dong Ziwei, and Le Zhengyang were also among them, their faces full of anticipation. When it came to the ancient legacy, there was nobody in the world who could remain indifferent.

At the same time, not far away, an army was assembled, stationed in this area, with Wang Jiuzhi present as well.

After all, the place was very close to Yan State's capital, Yulong City, and with so many martial artists gathered here, to prevent any disturbances and the appearance of martial artists from Holy Shadows Sect and Black Sky Sect, Wang Jiuzhi had led his men to stand guard here.

With him there, and the multitude of military generals and soldiers, any demonic sects wishing to cause trouble would have to weigh their options carefully.

Moreover, with the large presence of martial artists and top powers such as Da Guangming Sect there, if the demonic sects dared to show up, they would surely be attacked by everyone together.

Another day had passed amidst the anticipation of the crowd, and the light within a ten zhang radius of the Treasure Tower finally began to fade away gradually.

At the same time, the gates of the tower flung open, revealing a dark and profound vortex, from which not even the slightest qi leaked out.

"The gates of the tower are open!"

"Quick, rush in, seize the ancient opportunity, and become a grandmaster of martial arts!"

A crowd of martial artists immediately flushed with excitement and rushed toward the tower, each trying to outpace the others.

"Let's go in too!"

Top powers like Da Guangming Sect, White Tiger Clan, Breaking Wave Clan, and others also surged in.

On the outside, many more were watching this scene unfold, knowing full well that this would once again be a fierce competition.

All the young prodigies and proud martial talents of Yan State had gathered to vie for this ancient opportunity. Who knew who would stand out in the end as the foremost among them?

Among them were even individuals ranked in the top ten of the Leaderboard of Heroes. It could be said that whoever took first place in these trials of the Pure Yang Martial Sect could claim the title of Yan State's premier young martial artist.

Even just for the sake of this reputation, the gathered martial artists would surely fight until heaven and earth turned upside down.

Besides, there were all sorts of unique ancient martial arts and techniques to be had.

This time, even Diancang Pavilion was drawn here, with their intelligence agents standing outside the tower, ready to relay the news as soon as the trial concluded.

Bang!

Just as the trial had begun not long before, several figures were suddenly thrown flying out of the doorway.

They vomited blood, their expressions wilted, bearing no visible injuries, yet their faces were as pale as death.

Seeing this, an intelligence agent from Diancang Pavilion hurried over, pulling out several medicinal pills to help these individuals and asked, "Gentlemen, what did you encounter inside?"

The people guarding the entrance all turned their gaze toward this scene, and even Wang Jiuzhi in the distance focused his attention here.

He was also curious to know how an ancient force like the Pure Yang Martial Sect would test its disciples.

The few martial artists ejected from the pagoda all possessed the cultivation of the Gang Qi Stage and, after taking the elixirs provided by Diancang Pavilion, their complexions had greatly improved.

Upon hearing this, one of them said, "I fell at the first challenge. The first challenge was to refine the heart. I encountered a terrifying illusion and was instantly dealt a heavy blow."

"Me as well."

"Me as well."

The other few also nodded in agreement, and upon hearing this, the many onlooking martial artists also realized why they bore no physical injuries but still appeared to have suffered greatly.

It turned out their minds were damaged.

"Who would have thought that the first challenge of the Pure Yang Martial Sect's trial would be so difficult?" said a group of martial artists standing at the entrance who, lacking sufficient strength, had not gone inside, chattering amongst themselves.

Refining the heart naturally tested one's spiritual will and mental fortitude. Those of weak temperament would inevitably be eliminated at the outset.

Sure enough, after a while more, many were thrown out from the pagoda. The people from Diancang Pavilion stepped forward, and the responses they received were the same as the earlier ones; everyone had encountered terrible illusions and had not lasted long before conceding defeat.

At this moment, an intelligence officer from Diancang Pavilion seemed to think of something. He suddenly asked, "Did you see anyone else inside?"

The questioned martial artist shook his head in confusion, saying, "No."

On hearing this, everyone was stunned. At least hundreds of martial artists had charged in headstrong, so how could he possibly not see any other people?

"Could it be because of the illusions?" someone remarked with a frown.

"As soon as we entered, we found ourselves in a quiet room. Only then did the illusions gradually begin, and indeed no one else appeared next to us," said one of the martial artists at that moment.

On hearing this, everyone was at a loss for words, including the intelligence officer from Diancang Pavilion who frowned, unsure of what could cause this to happen.

"Space teleportation!" Wang Jiuzhi's expression showed a trace of seriousness.

At that time, a minor official beside him asked with some confusion, "Sir Wang, what is space teleportation?"

Wang Jiuzhi took a deep breath and said, "Legend has it that in ancient times, the Nine Provinces Continent was countless times larger than it is now. Even great martial arts masters, capable of flying through the air, would take at least a year to travel from one state to another.

Space teleportation arrays, however, could ignore distances, allowing martial artists to reach another state in the wink of an eye."

"What?!" exclaimed the minor official, astounded and speechless. He had never even heard of such a technique before.

Wang Jiuzhi didn't speak further; he looked toward the towering pagoda. The ancient era truly was extraordinary, utilizing space teleportation—a method only found in legends—so effortlessly. It seemed that the pagoda used by the Pure Yang Martial Sect for testing was also extraordinary, and certainly no mid-grade divine weapon could possess such power.

Moreover, with a spatial array present, the already towering structure would undoubtedly have an interior space that was exceptionally vast.

"Why hasn't Gu Chen arrived yet?" Wang Jiuzhi frowned. The pagoda's opening time was limited; once the time was up, it would sink back into the ground and be hidden away.

Just as Wang Jiuzhi was about to send someone to hurry Gu Chen along, Gu Chen's figure finally appeared within his view.

"You have finally arrived!" Wang Jiuzhi said so.

"Apologies, Sir Wang. I am late," Gu Chen greeted with a clasped fist upon seeing Wang Jiuzhi.

After emerging from seclusion, a minor official left behind by Wang Jiuzhi had informed him about the Pure Yang Martial Sect; Gu Chen, upon hearing the news, became immensely interested.

After all, the Pure Yang Martial Sect, being an ancient force, might have rare items like the Sun Flame Stone within it, which could aid him in cultivating an unusual form of Gangqi.

Therefore, upon receiving the information, Gu Chen had also rushed over as quickly as possible.

Subsequently, Wang Jiuzhi gave Gu Chen a brief introduction to the situation he was aware of. In the end, he said, "I have said all that there is to say. Go inside now and find the opportunity that belongs to you."
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"Thank you, Sir Wang!"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Chen turned into a shadow. With a few flickers, he too entered the towering pagoda.