Fu Yunxuan paid close attention to the talented figures of the same generation in the Demon Suppression Division. Chu Jiang was undoubtedly the most prominent figure in the Yunzhou Demon Suppression Bureau recently.
The eighth floor.
Even after the three hours had ended, she had not even figured out the circulation route of that martial art, leaving her a long way from clearing it.
The difference of one floor was like the gap between heaven and earth.
Commander Shen said, "You've already cleared the seventh floor, far beyond my expectations. You're not weak—it's just that brat is too monstrous, haha..."
"Wait a little. He should be coming out soon. You can have a chat with him."
Fu Yunxuan nodded.
The ninth floor was still about comprehending martial arts, except there were no written records.
Three kinds of things were left on the walls.
The first was filled with traces of battle.
The second consisted of little figures in all sorts of strange poses, densely packed together. Every figure had a different movement, seemingly representing different functions.
The third consisted of all manner of bizarre runes and veins, impossible to make out for what they were.
One had to comprehend martial arts from these three types of remnants. However, the time limit had changed from three hours to three days, and there was no need to begin cultivating it.
One only needed to carve out the method of cultivation.
Chu Jiang could not understand it. It was too complicated. This sort of thing could not be directly reflected onto the panel, so he could only use the stupidest method.
He imprinted every trace, every little figure's pose, every rune and vein from the three remnants into his mind, then reflected them onto the panel.
Twenty-four hours later.
Mountain Sea Demon