Chapter 94

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The four outstanding figures on the Dragon Tiger List were more brilliant than the sun, not because of their overwhelming aura, but because of a kind of energy, a spirit and demeanor that naturally emanated from them, like the blazing sun in the heavens, illuminating the hearts of people.

In the next moment, almost simultaneously, four gazes more dazzling than the sun collided with each other.

Rumble!

Thunder sounded in the void, without any warning or unusual phenomena. This thunderclap echoed at the intersection of the four gazes.

The air was undisturbed, and Su Qignian was first stunned, then solemn. This was not a thunderclap, but the spiritual resonance of the four people, directly transmitted into the ancestral acupoint of the people at the foot of the Blood Shackles Mountain.

Spiritual energy out of the body, thunder in the void!

At this point, the realm where spiritual energy can manifest and interfere with reality is not far off. In the description of the "Mihun Dafa," it requires the fourth level of power to achieve this, and to truly transform the virtual into the real and interfere with the real world, at least the fifth level is needed.

Many martial arts experts' pupils contracted sharply, and even they were left in awe of such a martial spirit.

Boom!

Suddenly, the entire Blood Shackles Mountain shook violently, and an earthquake erupted at its base.

It seemed like the end of the world, with the sky shaking and the earth trembling, and boulders rolling. The mountain, which resembled jade and gold, instantly burst with boundless light, surpassing the winter sun in the heavens. It was so intense that many martial artists closed their eyes immediately, yet they still could not stop tears from streaming down their faces.

Su Qignian also closed his eyes, his spiritual energy lying dormant in the ancestral acupoint. For those who had cultivated spiritual energy, the ancestral acupoint seemed to have turned into a sea of fire, like being on the sun. Once the spirit left the body, it would be burned to ashes, leading to death and the loss of the path.

After a full half incense stick, when all the light had dissipated, many people could not help but draw a deep breath.

What did they see! On the jade and gold mountain, a stone door appeared, an ancient and simple stone door, about ten zhang high, embedded in the mountain and located at its base.

The stone door was ancient and simple, covered with sword marks, various weapon imprints, and dark, black bloodstains that had seeped into the stone door, clearly from a long, distant past.

Ah!

Suddenly, a senior from Tianyun Fort screamed, his eyes gushing blood, and then his head exploded, blood splattering everywhere.

What happened!

Many martial artists were as if they had seen a ghost. They did not detect any internal martial energy, nor any fluctuations of poison or hidden force.

"Do not use martial spirit to explore the stone door."

Tianwu Zhenren spoke, his tone slightly solemn. He stared at the stone door, and during the burst of boundless light, he alone did not close his eyes. His gaze was now even more solemn than anyone else's.

Five thousand years ago, the outstanding figure of the Beggar Sect, Hong Qi, indeed had extraordinary means. No wonder the demon emperor of the Heavenly Sparrow Clan was dragged into the chaotic currents of the stone space in his later years.

As Tianwu Zhenren spoke, some martial arts experts reined in their spiritual energy, not daring to explore lightly. They understood that the weapon imprints on the stone door were likely not left by ordinary experts. Those who could cultivate martial spirit and enter the spiritual realm were not just second-rate experts. Such experts being killed by a mere martial spirit imprint showed the caliber of those who left these imprints, which even ordinary first-rate experts might find difficult to achieve.

In the center of the stone door, surrounded by various weapon imprints, were six powerful characters.

"Chujiu, Qianlong, Wu Yong!"

Chujiu, Qianlong, Wu Yong!

This phrase comes from the "I Ching," but it is well known that the Beggar Sect's "Dragon Subduing Palm" draws from the "I Ching" and transforms it into a general principle. This hexagram later evolved into the most powerful and fierce, yin-yang integrated palm of the "Dragon Subduing Palm."

"Truly Hong Qi's spirit world!"

"The inheritance of the 'Dragon Subduing Palm' must be inside!"

At this moment, many martial artists' eyes burned with excitement. This was not the "Dragon Subduing Palm" that had been refined and perfected by successive generations of Beggar Sect leaders, but the original, unlost, and transcendent palm technique of the outstanding figure Hong Qi.

"Hong Qi crossed the Eastern Sea in his later years, and top figures observed the battle from afar, recording in history that the 'Dragon Subduing Palm' in his hands transcended and was about to reach the pinnacle."

"The 'Dragon Subduing Palm' left by the Beggar Sect in those days was only the incomplete top-level version, as the last three palms were difficult to condense the seeds of true intent and could not be inscribed for transmission."

Someone whispered, revealing this secret. However, at the foot of the Blood Shackles Mountain, where experts gathered, no sound could escape detection, and many martial sects and family clans' gazes became subtle.

Shi Wusheng's eyes slightly darkened, and he did not speak. To prevent the people here from seeking opportunities and transformations, even with the Beggar Sect's semi-imperial prestige, it was impossible. In fact, because the spirit world that emerged from the Moya Mountains was from the Beggar Sect's ancestors, apart from the many martial sects and family clans within the Shiyan Prefecture, few external martial forces had intervened, which was already the limit of the Beggar Sect's influence in the martial world.

Martial rules dictate that opportunities and transformations are for those with the right to take them, even if they are legacies of predecessors, they cannot prevent others from seeking them.

"Luoxia Sect, reserve Dragon Guard Qi Su, pays respects to all martial predecessors and fellow practitioners. I am not talented, but I will take the lead in challenging the gate!"

After a brief silence, someone spoke loudly. A young man in black robes, with a cold gaze, stepped out from the crowd, bowed to all directions, and then walked toward the stone door at the foot of the mountain.

Su Qignian's gaze moved. This Luoxia Sect's senior disciple had already reached the third-rate realm, but his cultivation was not high, having only recently connected the twelve main meridians. Therefore, he was not a match for the demon soldier Zhao Xueshan and was heavily suppressed.

The stone door was not far from where Su Qignian stood. At this moment, martial artists from all directions gathered at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, Su Qignian sensed something unusual behind him but did not show any reaction.

...

No one stopped him. A senior from the Luoxia Sect nodded, stroking his beard with a smile. This was the senior disciple of the Luoxia Sect's young generation, who had successfully laid the foundation before reaching the age of twenty. He had already connected the twelve main meridians and was well-known among the young generation of the Shiyan Prefecture, serving as a reserve Dragon Guard at the Huolong Mountain Manor in Zhushan County.

However, just as Qi Su approached the stone door, less than ten zhang away, the tightly closed stone door slowly opened, revealing a distorted air inside, making it impossible to discern any changes.

Qi Su's expression suddenly changed. In the next moment, as the stone door opened, he could no longer sense the existence of his dantian and qi sea. His mind techniques could not be activated, and he could not mobilize any internal martial energy.

He wanted to retreat, but a powerful resistance appeared behind him, forcing him to move forward and not retreat. He tried to speak but could not utter a single word, no matter how hard he tried.

For every zhang he walked, his body felt an additional weight of a hundred pounds. After five zhang, it was five hundred pounds, and by seven zhang, he felt slightly strained, as his Luoxia Sect's foundation-building technique, though having eight levels, only reached the strength of a fine horse.

At nine zhang, his breathing became slightly heavy, with nine hundred pounds of weight, approaching his limit. Without internal martial energy to nourish his body, invigorate his blood, and eliminate fatigue, the consumption was significant.

At this moment, many martial artists began to understand the situation. Many martial experts' expressions changed subtly. Hong Qi's spirit world had such strict restrictions, sealing internal martial energy and testing only the depth of one's foundation-building technique, selecting the most solid successor.

Some sects and family clans' enforcers, protectors, and seniors were displeased. This way, everyone was reduced to their original state, and their cultivation in this spirit world would be nothing but a mirage.

However, more young people were eager to try. Originally, they had no hope, with so many martial seniors and experts above the foundation-building level present, leaving no room for their opportunities and transformations. But now, with only their foundation-building techniques, they believed they were not inferior to anyone. (Midday update, seeking recommendations and new readers to follow, the passionate opening.)