Nine Arts

Moon Gazing Platform.

The moon was especially round tonight.

Clouds drifted past beneath the bright moon, like wisps of mist.

"On the night of a full moon, yin energy is at its strongest."

Wu Youxie spoke up.

"Things thrive to their peak, then decline. After tonight, the yin energy will rapidly wane. That will be our best chance to enter the ancient tomb!"

Hu Jiuer lightly counted on her fingers.

"According to Heavenly Star Feng Shui, that great tomb should lie deep in Dead Man's Wasteland."

They were all taking the opportunity to make their own deductions.

Zhang Lingyi murmured, "The key to obtaining the Four Realm Law—everything will be decided in this one attempt!"

His resolve was unshakable.

Their Guangdou Sect was only a Three Realm power. If they succeeded this time, they could obtain the Nine Arts of the Fourth Realm. Then their sect would truly take a great leap forward!

Only Ao Wushuang sat quietly, gazing at the moon and wanting nothing to do with anyone. He had barely rested lately. He was exhausted—truly exhausted.

So exhausted he was close to dropping dead.

Meanwhile.

At Small Mountain Village.

Qing Chen and the others led Wu Xiaokun onward.

"Benefactors, why is your God Path cultivation so powerful?"

Along the way, Wu Xiaokun couldn't help asking.

He seemed quite curious. "Are you ancient-method cultivators?"

His question left Qing Chen and the others puzzled.

"Ancient-method cultivators? What does that mean?"

Wu Xiaokun explained, "Ancient-method cultivators follow the cultivation traditions left over from the Pre-White Mist Era. They say that cultivation in that era took a very long time, with God Path cultivation sometimes lasting tens of thousands of years."

"But the God Path cultivation they achieved was extraordinary. They say it also greatly benefits those who later embark on