Four Symbols Spirit

In the ancient space, an endless sea of lightning churned without cease. Beneath the cover of dark clouds, silver thunderbolts swam and shuttled like enraged dragons.

Lin Dong stood on a bluestone before the ocean of lightning, his scalp faintly tingling.

"So this is the Azure Dragon Hall's trial?"

Little Marten's demon spirit also slipped out from within Lin Dong's body. As he looked at the sea of lightning stretching all the way to the end of his vision, a flicker of astonishment could not help passing through his eyes.

To be able to create such a sea of lightning, the person who had left behind this trial had to be extremely powerful.

Mu Zi's illusory figure of light hovered at the side. After spreading out her mental perception for a while, understanding dawned in her heart.

Only when the trial taker passed the test of the sea of lightning would the inheritance appear.

And within the inheritance space of the Azure Dragon Hall, only Lin Dong possessed a physical body. The identity of trial taker could belong to no one but him.

While Mu Zi was thinking, Lin Dong had already stepped into that sea of lightning. At once, lightning pulp surged and slapped against his body. Violent power erupted, and crackling sounds rang out continuously.

Lin Dong's face twisted slightly as waves of pain came over him. By instinct, he activated the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

Devouring Power surged out, forming a layer of protection outside Lin Dong's body. The lightning was blocked one after another and could no longer harm him.

"Heh, this trial is nothing much."

The corner of Lin Dong's mouth lifted. At the same time, he sighed inwardly. The Devouring Ancestral Symbol really was useful.

"Kid, don't celebrate too soon!" Little Marten's voice came from the side, making Lin Dong pause.

"Look at this sea of lightning. It's endless, so the content of the trial probably isn't walking out of this ocean."

Lin Dong's brows furrowed slightly. He also realized things were not so simple.

Little Marten's eyes flickered for a while. Then his claw swung down, scooping a glowing ball of lightning pulp from the sea of lightning.

After sensing it for a moment, he understood and said, "There's a special energy in this lightning pulp that can strengthen the flesh."

"Perhaps the content of the trial is to strengthen the body to the point where it can ignore this sea of lightning. When that happens, you'll have passed the trial."

Little Marten paused, then looked at Lin Dong with a teasing expression and said, "Kid, cheating is useless. Withdraw your Devouring Power."

Hearing this, Lin Dong gave a bitter laugh and nodded helplessly. The protection on his body dispersed, and lightning pulp flowed over his flesh. In an instant, severe pain came again.

But Lin Dong was not easy to deal with either. His endurance was very strong. This bit of pain could be endured by gritting his teeth. After adapting for a short while, his expression returned to calm.

"Nothing much!"

However, before Lin Dong could feel proud for long, Little Marten's teasing voice came again.

"At this current speed, if you want to reach the point where you can ignore the sea of lightning, it'll probably take more than half a year."

"Heh, by the time you obtain the inheritance, the Hundred Dynasty Battle will already be over."

"Even if you can wait, that girl can't keep waiting here with you forever, can she?"

Hearing this, Lin Dong turned to look to the side. Mu Zi's figure of light hovered in the air, quietly watching the sea of lightning.

"Is there any way?" Lin Dong asked.

"It's not impossible to increase the speed." Little Marten changed the subject and said, "Most of this energy that strengthens the flesh is being wasted. You're only absorbing one-tenth of it."

"I can let you absorb all of the energy, increasing the strengthening speed tenfold. However, the pain you endure will also become ten times what it was."

Little Marten gave a strange laugh. His words made the corner of Lin Dong's eye twitch.

Ten times the pain. Just thinking about it made his scalp go numb.

While Lin Dong was struggling with himself, Mu Zi suddenly spoke, her tone also somewhat teasing.

"Lin Dong, I can set up a spiritual formation and attract more lightning pulp. In that case, your speed can increase quite a bit again."

"How about it? Are you happy?"

Lin Dong raised his head and looked at Mu Zi's nonchalant appearance. His heart trembled violently.

You're a demon, aren't you!

Mu Zi had not teased him in a very long time. Lin Dong had almost forgotten she had this side to her. And now, he once again recalled that terror of being dominated.

Little Marten also clicked his tongue a little. When it came to being ruthless, it still had to be this fellow Mu Zi!

Ten times the pain was already unimaginable, yet she wanted to add an extra super multiplier. Was there really anyone who could withstand that kind of torment?

Lin Dong would not die here, would he?

Mu Zi did not think too much about it. She merely wanted to see the inheritance sooner.

As for conveniently helping Lin Dong along the way.

This was only a kind act of help between friends. There was no need to thank her.

Lin Dong's expression kept changing. His fists clenched tight, and his heart was extremely conflicted.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of pain?" Mu Zi's somewhat puzzled voice rang out.

Lin Dong abruptly took a deep breath, laughed loudly, patted his chest, and said, "How could that be? Come at me!"

A real man could not let Mu Girl look down on him!

Mu Zi and Little Marten exchanged a glance and nodded. Then they acted together, and waves of special energy fluctuations rippled outward.

In the next moment, the sea of lightning surged wildly, and lightning pulp fell unrestrainedly onto Lin Dong's body.

"Haha, nothing mu—fuck!"

Indescribable pain erupted abruptly. Lin Dong's body convulsed violently, and he could not help letting out miserable screams one after another.

Mu Zi floated not far away, silently watching Lin Dong. After observing for a while, she nodded.

Thirty times the lightning baptism should be the limit Lin Dong could withstand. If she raised it any further, it would injure him.

After receiving the insights Mu Zi provided, Lin Dong controlled the Devouring Ancestral Symbol with even greater ease. When he broke through to the Nirvana Realm, he refined even more Nirvana Qi.

So his physical body was also somewhat stronger than in the original work, enough to withstand more lightning baptism.

Above the sea of lightning, Lin Dong's body kept trembling. Unbearable agony surged in like a tide. Every impact seemed as though it would tear his mind apart, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Roar, roar!"

Beast-like roars kept coming from Lin Dong's throat. His eyes were blood-red and flickered with madness, making him look incomparably frightening.

Seeing him in pain to such a degree, Mu Zi's heart softened a little. It was only to save some time. There was no need to torment Lin Dong like this.

Thinking this, she raised her hand, about to withdraw her method. Just then, Lin Dong seemed to sense something. He forcibly controlled his voice and shouted in a trembling tone:

"I can do it."

Mu Zi's movement paused, and she frowned. This fellow Lin Dong had clearly already reached his limit, yet he still wanted to keep forcing himself?

However, since Lin Dong had made his decision, Mu Zi still respected his choice.

"Tell me if you can't hold on."

Lin Dong did not respond. He no longer had the spare strength. All his mental energy was being used to resist that outrageous, terrifying torment.

Under Mu Zi and Little Marten's gazes, Lin Dong stood atop the sea of lightning. His body sometimes hunched over and sometimes straightened. His body shook, and several times he almost fell into the violent ocean.

But with an unbelievable willpower, Lin Dong simply did not fall. He kept roaring, actually enduring that inhuman torment by sheer force.

No one knew how long passed before a soundless shattering suddenly came from within Lin Dong's body, as if shackles had opened and he had surpassed his own limits.

That pain, so intense it had pushed him to the brink of collapse, seemed no longer so unbearable. Lin Dong clenched his teeth and, with difficulty, lifted his incomparably heavy foot, stepping heavily toward the sea of lightning ahead.

Just like that, step by step, his body still trembled nonstop, but his footsteps advanced firmly forward.

Watching that staggering figure, Mu Zi's eyes stirred slightly.

Lin Dong had truly endured pain at his limit, and had even achieved a breakthrough amid the struggle.

Witnessing all of this with her own eyes touched Mu Zi's heart as well.

This fellow Lin Dong, whatever else might be said about him, his tenacity was indeed beyond question.

If not for the shackles of heaven and earth, perhaps he could have gone even farther...

White Tiger Hall.

After passing through a large door, Mu Zi and Little Flame arrived upon a barren and cruel land.

This was a battlefield filled with the smell of blood. Figures covered in baleful aura shuttled through it, and the sounds of killing rang out, while a tragic aura filled the space.

Those figures had hollow eyes and withered bodies, like dried corpses. But their eyes were scarlet, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

The arrival of Mu Zi and Little Flame instantly drew the attention of the figures. They abruptly turned their heads, their scarlet eyes locking firmly onto the two of them.

Clang!

Little Flame drew out a pitch-black long staff and took a step forward, blocking Mu Zi behind him. His towering figure, like an iron tower, protected her securely.

"Big Sister, leave this place to me!"

Mu Zi nodded. This was Little Flame's trial, so she should not interfere lightly.

Over a dozen figures charged over. A ruthless glint flashed through Little Flame's tiger eyes. Immediately, he swung the long staff with force, forming staff shadows as it swept out horizontally and blasted them apart by brute force.

After watching for a short while, Mu Zi's figure flashed and appeared deep within the battlefield.

Her arrival instantly drew the attention of the surrounding figures. Crazy killing intent surged in their eyes, and they surrounded her, wanting to tear her apart.

Mu Zi's eyes were calm as water. Her Jade Foot lightly tapped, her lotus steps shifting slightly as she dodged the attacks of those figures.

Attacks surged in from all directions, yet they could not touch the corner of her skirt.

Mu Zi's figure moved through the battlefield as if taking a leisurely stroll, elegant and composed, like a fairy dancing gracefully.

The trial within the battlefield posed no threat to Mu Zi. She easily avoided the attacks coming from all directions while spreading her mind through the entire space, carefully sensing every corner of the battlefield.

Shouts, roars, and the clashing of weapons rose and fell. The entire world seemed filled with a dense aura of slaughter, full of chaos and blood.

But within Mu Zi's perception, all of this presented a different scene.

After condensing the Primal Chaos Heavenly Symbol, her mental power had become more agile. Her entire being was filled with spirituality, making it easier for her to capture the spiritual charm between heaven and earth.

Those chaotic sounds and auras faintly carried a certain rhythm, as though they had formed a unique movement of music.

Battle and slaughter made up the rhythm of this movement. Though fierce and cruel, they formed a strange resonance on some level.

Mu Zi sensed that rhythm, and the aura on her body also began to change with it. A unique spiritual charm bloomed forth. She seemed to turn into a ringing note, becoming part of that movement and merging with this battlefield.

Mu Zi's figure no longer moved about. She stood quietly in place, and the figures in the battlefield passed by her as if they had not seen her.

Within the White Tiger Hall, a somewhat illusory figure of light stood upright. As the rhythm continued to spread, the entire space produced a strange resonance with it.

Buzz, buzz!

Waves of special fluctuations spread out. Little Flame, who was fighting fiercely in the battlefield, suddenly saw in surprise that specks of light had begun to appear between heaven and earth.

These specks of light flew into the air one after another and continuously gathered, gradually outlining a vague yet enormous silhouette. As time passed, that silhouette grew clearer and clearer, finally condensing into a mighty and majestic giant White Tiger phantom.

As soon as the White Tiger phantom appeared, it immediately emitted an aura of supreme majesty.

Although that aura contained a dense intent of slaughter, it did not give off a baleful aura of wanton massacre. Instead, it revealed a mysterious and solemn aura that filled one's heart with awe.

"The White Tiger Spirit."

Mu Zi raised her head and stared at the huge phantom in the sky, a trace of surprise flashing through her eyes.

She had entered the inheritance space only because she wanted to observe those powerful martial arts. She had not expected there to be an unexpected gain.

After comprehending that special fluctuation within the White Tiger Hall, she had captured a trace of spiritual charm and successfully summoned a White Tiger Spirit.

The White Tiger was one of the Four Symbols. It belonged to metal and governed slaughter.

She had thought this kind of special existence was merely a fictional thing from legends, but now it seemed that perhaps it was not without basis.

Mu Zi looked at the White Tiger shadow, and a flicker of understanding passed through her eyes.

"This is... a Martial Spirit!"

She was somewhat surprised. The White Tiger before her was not a truly existing living being, nor had it been created by a person.

It was a Martial Spirit naturally born between heaven and earth!

Following this line of deduction, the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise each also possessed a corresponding Martial Spirit, and likewise were naturally condensed by heaven and earth.

"So that's how it is," Mu Zi murmured.

The Four Symbols Spirits had been born between heaven and earth. Some powerful experts had, by coincidence and opportunity, comprehended them and thereby created various martial arts.

The founders of the Four Symbols Profound Sect were precisely outstanding figures among them. They had comprehended the Four Symbols Spirits and used them as the foundation to establish the sect.

Mu Zi guessed that the true inheritance of the Four Symbols Profound Sect might be the Four Symbols Spirits. It was only that the people who had entered the inheritance in the past had been unable to meet some kind of requirement and comprehend them.

"Not bad."

Mu Zi praised softly, satisfaction in her eyes.

A Martial Spirit comprehended from between heaven and earth contained power far beyond that of a Martial Spirit within ordinary Spirit Martial Arts. With the help of the Four Symbols Spirits, Mu Zi might be able to create extremely powerful Spirit Martial Arts.

If her own Martial Spirit was not strong enough, then she would borrow the spirits of heaven and earth!

"Big Sister, what is this?"

Little Flame looked at Mu Zi, then at the huge White Tiger phantom in the sky, his eyes blank.

Mu Zi smiled faintly and waved her hand, dispersing the Martial Spirit.

"Don't worry about me. Continue the trial."

Vermilion Bird Hall.

Liu Bai looked in shock at the enormous vermilion bird in the sky, and a sense of horror welled up in his heart.

The trial of the Vermilion Bird Hall was simple enough. He had passed it very quickly and successfully obtained an inherited martial art.

However, although that martial art was powerful, and even faintly surpassed the category of Spirit Martial Arts, compared to the phantom before him, it was nothing.

"The Vermilion Bird Spirit has also been comprehended."

Mu Zi's eyes shifted as she sensed the scorching intent emitted by that phantom, and she nodded in satisfaction.

The Vermilion Bird belonged to fire and governed destruction.

At the same time, within the Black Tortoise Hall, a huge phantom resembling both tortoise and snake slowly emerged.

The Black Tortoise belonged to water and governed defense.

After sensing it for a while, Mu Zi dispersed the Black Tortoise Spirit and turned to look at the black-clothed man in the distance, her expression somewhat strange.

This fellow Yan Sen had obtained the inheritance of the Black Tortoise Hall, a powerful water-attribute defensive martial art.

Black Tortoise Suppressing Sea Art

But the problem was, his shriveled appearance seemed somewhat mismatched with the Black Tortoise.

Yan Sen looked at Mu Zi, forcing a fawning smile onto his pale face. Mu Zi's brows furrowed at the sight.

"Farewell."

She directly dispersed this clone.

Since her goal had already been achieved, there was no need to remain.

Now, three of the Four Symbols Spirits had been obtained. Only the Azure Dragon Spirit remained.