The Chief Disciple Battle was set for three days later. When the news spread, the entire Dao Sect was discussing it.
But Luo Heng, the person involved, seemed quite relaxed.
However, Lin Dong has been cultivating desperately these past few days. Yesterday, Lin Dong successfully survived three Wind Lightning Tribulation in a mountain range in the Desolate Hall!
In just a few days, he broke through three barriers and stepped into the Five-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master.
Within the Niwan Palace, the fifth Talisman Rune was fully condensed, its Spiritual Power surging like the sea, many times stronger than when it first entered the Dao Sect.
He should have broken through like that long ago, but during the invasion of the Xuan Domain in Shanxi, there was little pressure, so he didn't break through continuously like in the original story.
Now that he's reached the Dao Sect, he no longer needs to suppress his Talisman Master realm, which has long been threatening to erupt like a volcano.
Lin Dong, whose combat power has skyrocketed, is now second only to Luo Heng among the new disciples of the Desolate Hall, and has become a true Direct Disciple.
Some disciples privately discussed that this year's new disciples of the Desolate Hall were all tough nut to crack.
The following morning, on the Pill River Platform the Desolate Hall, according to the rules, all disciples except for the Direct Disciple had to cultivate daily at the Pill River. In Luo Heng's words, it was the same as the morning reading in his previous life, which made the entire mountain peak seem much quieter.
Luo Heng was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when a familiar laugh came from behind him.
"Have you rested well?"
Wu Dao appeared not far away at some unknown time, watching him with a smile.
Luo Heng stood up, about to speak, when Wu Dao casually tossed something to him.
It was a long sword with an ancient scabbard, entirely black with faint dark gold patterns flowing around it. Even before the sword was drawn, a sharp Sword Intent rushed towards you.
" Heavenly Grade Middle Rank, Dark Abyss Sword." Wu Dao said casually, "Didn't you say you needed a good sword?"
Luo Heng took it, his eyes lighting up.
Heavenly Grade Middle Rank Spirit Treasure! And it's a sword!
His current sword, at most, is only Earth Tier Spirit Treasure. When paired with his < Tai Xu Swordplay >, its power is not weak, but it is far from reaching his ideal goal. This Dark Abyss Sword is just right.
"My martial uncle understands me best," Luo Heng chuckled.
Wu Dao scoffed, wondering who had accused him of reneging on his debt yesterday. He said, "Don't give me that. Let's go. I'll take you to the Martial Arts Hall. As the Personal Disciple of the Desolate Hall, you should be familiar with the Desolate Hall martial arts."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Dao stepped into the air and flew away, with Luo Heng quickly following after him.
The Desolate Hall was extremely vast, with dozens of giant peaks piercing the clouds. The clouds and mist swirled around it like a fairyland, and the faint sounds of martial arts practice could be heard from some of the peaks, with a vibrant energy filling the sky.
Under Wu Dao's guidance, the two flew for about ten minutes before finally landing on a giant mountain.
At the summit, a massive ancient Stone Tower stood silently, surrounded by Stone Tower. Stone paths piled with rubble stretched out to all parts of the mountain. When the disciples of the Desolate Hall saw Wu Dao and Luo Heng, they all bowed and looked at Luo Heng with curiosity and awe.
Wu Dao nodded slightly and led Luo Heng straight towards the Stone Tower.
Upon approaching, Luo Heng realized the immense size and grandeur of the Stone Tower. Time had left its mottled marks, which only amplified its sense of vicissitude.
This sense of vicissitude symbolizes the depth and heritage of a sect.
Luo Heng shifted his gaze from the Stone Tower to the stone gate, his eyes narrowing slightly.
An old man in a gray robe was gently sweeping the fallen leaves from the ground with a broom.
The old man's face was extremely aged, with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were grayish-white with no pupils; he was blind.
Luo Heng knew who he was.
Gu Mo, Primal Spirit Dual Cultivation, Grandmaster Immortal Talisman Master, Life Xuan Stage Perfection, is the senior brother of all the Deputy Hall Master.
The Four Great Hall Suppressing Martial Arts of the Desolate Hall are the Great Star Gang Fist, the Great Dark Corrosion Sword, the Great Desolate Body, and the Barren Demonic Eye. The first three are High-grade Spirit Martial Arts, while the Barren Demonic Eye is a true Heavenly Martial Arts.
Cultivating the Barren Demonic Eye not only requires Spiritual Power, but the rich Yin Fiend Qi it contains will also erode the cultivator's eyes until they go blind.
Gu Mo failed and permanently lost his sight, but turned to focus on cultivating Spiritual Power. He not only successfully cultivated the Barren Demonic Eye, but also cultivated his Spiritual Power to the level of Grandmaster Immortal Talisman Master, which is equivalent to the Death Xuan Stage of Primal Energy.
Gu Mo seemed to sense Luo Heng's gaze, raised his head, turned his gray eyes in his direction, and nodded slightly.
He had witnessed the little guy's tribulation yesterday; his powerful physique and remarkable talent moved him deeply.
Wu Dao introduced Luo Heng, saying, "That's my senior brother; you can call him Martial Uncle Gu Mo."
Luo Heng respectfully clasped his hands and said, "Disciple Luo Heng greets Martial Uncle Gu Mo."
Then, Luo Heng, Wu Dao, pulled Gu Mo aside and said, "Senior brother, this little fellow is the disciple who underwent tribulation yesterday, and also the Hundred Dynasties War Champion, Luo Heng."
Gu Mo didn't speak, but simply nodded and continued sweeping.
Wu Dao didn't seem to mind, as if he was used to the old man's personality. He said to Luo Heng, "I've brought you here. The Martial Arts Hall is vast, and the choice is up to you. I can't offer any major advice."
He paused, then continued, "However, no matter what martial arts you cultivate, remember not to abandon the essence of my Desolate Hall. Desolate Force —there is a Desolate Stone in the Martial Arts Hall where all disciples of the Desolate Hall obtain Desolate Force. This power will make your martial arts even more formidable."
Luo Heng nodded and stepped into the Martial Arts Hall.
Behind him, Wu Dao watched him go inside, then turned to Gu Mo and whispered, "Back then, Senior Brother Zhou Tong only sat in meditation in front of the Desolate Stone for three days and yet he obtained the Desolate Force. I wonder what kind of performance Luo Heng will have this time... He is the most promising disciple of the Desolate Hall in the past hundred years to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture. If Senior Brother is interested, you can pay some attention to him."
Gu Mo didn't speak, but his gray eyes flickered slightly. Although he didn't seem to care much now, he was actually paving the way for Luo Heng, who was about to become the Desolate Hall Chief Disciple.
The moment Luo Heng stepped into the Martial Arts Hall, his vision suddenly opened up.
It was a vast Stone Hall that stretched as far as the eye could see, exuding an air of antiquity, with soft lamplight dancing like spirits.
There were no bookshelves, only rows of stone tablets of varying sizes, each shimmering with a faint light.
The seemingly endless array of martial arts stone tablets is the foundation of Super Sects.
Some figures could be vaguely seen in the Stone Hall. They were staring intently at the stone tablet in front of them, some sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if they were immersed in the world of martial arts.
Luo Heng slowed his pace, moving silently among the stone tablets, his gaze constantly sweeping over them.
"A superior Creation Martial Arts, the Divine Ape Great Strength Art."
"A superior Creation Martial Arts, the Soaring Dragon Steps..."
Luo Heng was slightly taken aback. The name was the same as the technique he had created, but this one was of a higher level.
Besides these, there are many Spirit Martial Art. Any one of them, if thrown into a low- or Intermediate Dynasty, could cause a bloodbath, but here they are everywhere.
Luo Heng didn't linger and quickly walked deeper into the area.
Ten minutes later, he stopped.
A hundred feet ahead, in the center of a huge platform, a massive gray boulder, about a hundred feet in size, stood silently.
The boulder is spherical, dark gray in color, covered with moss, and has faint cracks visible. An indescribable ripple constantly emanates from it.
The moment Luo Heng's gaze fell upon the giant rock, he felt as if he were in an ancient, Huang Wu land, filled with a sense of bleakness, and even the Primal Energy within his body began to circulate slowly.
Desolate Stone.
The Pure Yuan Treasure the most important treasure of the Desolate Hall. Disciples within the palace draw upon its Desolate Power when cultivating Desolate Force.
Luo Heng regained his composure and walked straight towards the platform.
At the edge of the platform stands a gray stone tablet, inscribed with the ancient characters "Desolate Force" (huangjin).
Luo Heng read through all the inscriptions on the stone tablet, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.
Desolate Force is not simply a physical force, but rather a kind of cultivation technique, the method of which is called " Desolate Art ".
To cultivate the Desolate Art, one must first absorb the Desolate Force within the Desolate Stone, condense it into a seed of Desolate Force within the body, and then nurture and strengthen it with Primal Energy.
The Desolate Art is divided into ten levels. Only by cultivating to the third level can one unleash the Desolate Force to attack from outside the body.