Qing Chen fought his way through one trial after another. Each time he cleared a floor and stepped onto the next, the Magic Power within him gradually replenished itself like a trickling stream.
Only once the Magic Power in his Sea of Qi and meridians was full, like a full moon, would the guardian appear to face him.
In this way, relying on his strategies and exquisite cultivation methods, he cleared two floors in rapid succession and reached the third.
Strangely enough, every opponent he encountered along the way was a Buddhist monk, without exception.
Their cultivation methods and techniques bore some resemblance to one another, yet differed in form.
When he had first stepped onto the second floor, he had still been greeted by the familiar Martial Arts Stage and the stone stele towering into the clouds.
The surrounding scenery, however, had changed completely, as though he had entered another world: a vast, surging Flowing Sand River.
The river roared and thundered, its turbid waves crashing skyward, impassable even to flying birds, stirring gusts of rank wind.
The guardian of the second floor was known as Pure Water Venerable.
Pure Water Venerable stood tall and straight, his aura powerful and vigorous, surpassing Venerable Flameheart on the first floor.
In terms of cultivation aura, he was also slightly stronger than the Blood Tiger Qing Chen had summoned.
He, too, cultivated the Battle Vajra Dao, but had ingeniously incorporated water techniques into body refinement, blending hardness with softness.
When he struck, his ferocity could topple mountains and overturn seas, while his gentleness nourished all things without a sound, making him rather troublesome to handle.
How could Qing Chen dare be the slightest bit careless?
The moment they clashed, he activated a Magic Formula, directing the Blood Tiger, blood energy churning around