Previously, the strongest had only reached the sixth trial. Yet the sixth trial alone was already terrifying. Every opponent represented an enormous leap forward, meaning they had gone farther within the same realm and were even more dreadful.
Ye Xiwen did not know whether defeating the ninth person would mean he was invincible within the same realm, because none of those figures had been easy to defeat.
Originally, Ye Xiwen had never thought he could defeat all nine. Throughout the ages, so many stunning geniuses in Hidden Valley had failed to accomplish it. What made him think he could? He had confidence, but he was not so blindly arrogant that he would make wild claims without any certainty.
Yet over these several hundred years, he had fought his way forward and actually made it all the way to Demon Master Kun Peng. Though the entire process had basically left him battered until he wished he were dead, every battle had been an insight to him. Every time he returned from challenging the stone hall, his comprehension of his realm improved.
It even gave him an addictive feeling. Ordinary people could no longer excite him. Only challenging these invincible figures renowned in ancient times could make his blood boil. Within the same realm, their fighting methods opened Ye Xiwen's eyes wide, and the application of many techniques made him see the light all at once.
At his level, he had originally developed a tendency not to be constrained by techniques. But upon truly witnessing these people fight, his entire worldview was overturned in an instant. Using techniques with exquisite skill was absolutely a matter of twice the result with half the effort.
Because profound God-level martial arts themselves contained the information of countless Great Daos. They were inherently in harmony with