Instead, he wanted to try the ranking matches and see how high he could climb—perhaps even take the championship.
Yet he vaguely sensed that the postponement of the Tianshan Martial Gathering involved no small matter.
Something major was likely about to happen before long.
He opened the National Task System, but found no missions revealing any relevant intelligence.
The list was almost entirely dominated by missions from Jin Territory.
Aside from those related to the "Eighteen Arhats," there were also quite a few exploration missions concerning the Mount Taihang Mountain Range.
"Heavenly Mountain is far from Taihang. Could the two be connected?"
The Tianshan Martial Gathering was naturally held at Heavenly Mountain, leaving Meng Chuan thoroughly puzzled.
Nor had any news come from Wudang Mountain lately.
"Forget it. Keep training."
Punch more, think less.
When the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. He only needed to be a "turtle hiding its head" for now.
And he truly was being a turtle hiding its head, because he was currently hunched over with his head tucked in.
Practicing the Giant Turtle Iron Armor Skill.
Blue-green radiance shimmered across his body, forming slabs like energy rubble that hovered over his back.
At that moment, his entire appearance resembled a divine turtle reborn.
Then he stretched out his neck, and the sinews and bones in his neck actually rang out like a dragon's roar.
On Wudang Lion Peak, beneath the waterfall of Nine Dragon Pool.
As though the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven, the waterfall rained down in a patter upon his back.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the muscles in his back bulged!
In an instant, countless silver ribbons poured down from above, shattering against his skin into "flying pearls scattering light mist."
Beneath the might