A Word Worth Dying For

More than a year passed in the blink of an eye.

From the countless cultivation arts within the Sacred Hall, Fengyun Wuji chose the two with the strongest auras before leaving the hall.

Beneath the low, rumbling clouds, vast shadows fell over the empty plaza before the Sacred Hall, as though everyone stood within darkness.

"Once you have chosen your cultivation arts, grow stronger as quickly as possible."

The man sitting cross-legged outside the Sacred Hall spoke indifferently.

Having seen the Archaic human stone monument, Fengyun Wuji felt heavy at heart. He said nothing, merely nodded coldly, then passed the attendant and walked into the plaza.

Sitting cross-legged, the Mind Sword Body Great Law and the Nine Revolutions Life and Death Profound Art flashed through his mind.

These were the two most powerful arts Fengyun Wuji had selected from among countless cultivation methods, and they were also the two divine arts with the harshest cultivation requirements.

The Nine Revolutions Life and Death Profound Art in particular required one to begin by dispersing one's cultivation, severing all seven meridians and eight channels throughout the body, and scattering all true qi within the limbs and bones.

Afterward, one had to survive nine deaths and nine rebirths before mastering this divine art.

Naturally, its power also ranked among the very best of the countless cultivation arts in the Sacred Hall. That was why Fengyun Wuji had chosen it.

In the lower realm, he had been the strongest. Here in the Archaic Continent, he was equally unwilling to fall behind anyone.

At the edge of the sacred cliff, Gu Shaoshang's breath stirred faintly through his nose and mouth. A wisp of breath transformed into a rosy beam that drifted countless miles, severing the void.

His foundations were deep. The power brought by the evolution