Mu Chen indeed crushed the scroll in his hand and was teleported away.
This undoubtedly confirmed his guess.
Because of the Bloodline Link, he had two chances.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Chen opened his eyes and found that he had left the river of light.
Before him stood a grand hall shimmering with a dark golden hue. It seemed to be made entirely of some mysterious metal, radiating a cold metallic sheen and stretching endlessly in every direction.
At the center of the hall stood a towering figure clad in black armor, holding a blood-red saber. Its eyes were closed, and its presence was almost nonexistent.
The surface of its deep, mysterious black armor was engraved with countless intricate runes. It was incredibly sturdy and emanated a dark, icy aura.
"It's a Spirit Puppet, the guardian tasked with protecting the Divine Spirit Art."
Mu Chen waited quietly for the black figure to awaken.
"Lad."
The towering figure, encased in black armor save for the pair of eyes visible through it, suddenly opened its eyes. An eerie crimson light shone from them.
A moment ago, it had seemed almost lifeless. Now, a surging wave of energy poured out of it.
Clatter, clatter—the metal armor scraped across the hall's floor as it moved.
Late-stage Heaven Transformation Realm. That was the strength of the guardian of the Four Gods Constellation Scripture!
"Defeat me, and you may take the Spirit Art with you!"
A cold, utterly emotionless voice rang out from beneath the armor.
"Only late-stage Heaven Transformation Realm."
Mu Chen watched the mysterious figure move, his gaze calm.
The strength of the guardian naturally depended on the grade of the Spirit Art.
Divine Spirit Arts were guarded by beings at least at the Heaven Transformation Realm.
The Four Gods