Weapon Master

In the 9th level of the Golden Altar, Tang Huan woke up. But this time, not only was he not depressed, there was happiness in his eyes.

Last time he entered the illusory space, Tang Huan practically didn\'t have the power to resist, but this time, Tang Huan at least moved a little.

Although he was killed by the Stage Nine Golden Man in the end, he still made some progress.

After a moment, Tang Huan sat down once again and calmed himself down. He closed his eyes slightly, and began to carefully think about the scene when he entered the illusionary space twice.

He could faintly feel that the biggest difference between a Stage Nine Martial Saint and a Martial Lord of the eighth step was probably the word "Force." If he could not comprehend the profoundness of this word, he was afraid that he would never be able to defeat the golden man of the Stage Nine.

In order to comprehend "Force", one would need to carefully analyze the process to upgrade the Eighth Order Martial Lord to the Stage Nine Martial Saint.

Tang Huan had yet to experience this process, so extrapolating it wasn\'t an easy task. However, Tang Huan had already mentally prepared himself for a prolonged battle, so he was not anxious at all. As long as the general direction was correct, it would be equivalent to having a successful start.

After a long while, Tang Huan stood up again.

Not long after, his body was covered by a layer of golden light. However, in the time it took for two to three breaths, that light had already faded away.

Following that, Tang Huan sat cross legged on the ground again …

In the solar space, there was no distinction between night and day.

Tang Huan was already completely immersed within it. He stood up again and again, and sat down again and again. Within the golden colored illusionary space, Tang Huan had continuously failed ten times, twenty times, fifty times … A hundred times...

… ….

"Hu!"

On the seventh floor of the golden altar, a white shadow flashed and a Tian Clan mage suddenly revealed himself. It was a young man, clad in snow-white clothes, with snow-white wings on his back. He seemed to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

"Haha, this kid failed again."

When he arrived at the seventh floor of the Golden Altar, the Tian Clan man looked up. Seeing the golden light on Tang Huan\'s body recede, he could not help but laugh out loud, "Seems like my chance is not small. I can pass this seventh floor and eighth floor\'s test in one go!"

"This is simply a pipe dream."

Not far away, a skinny blue clothed youth followed closely behind the Tian Clan male and stepped into the seventh floor. Upon hearing his words, he could not help but sneer, "Tang Huan failed a hundred times consecutively on the ninth floor of the Golden Altar. Did you think you could succeed quickly?"

"Of course."

When the man from Tian Clan heard this, he did not get angry, but laughed out loud, "Based on the situation in the next few floors, the opponent of the ninth floor must be a Stage Nine Ranker. The reason why Tang Huan has repeatedly failed is because he knows nothing about the realm of Stage Nine Martial Saint in your Human Clan. "

"But I\'m different."

After a slight pause, the Tian Clan man continued, "I have long since reached the peak of the eighth step and have heard many of my clan\'s experts explain the secrets behind Stage Nine. Once I enter the illusory space of the ninth layer, I can at most fail two or three times before adapting to the cultivation of a Stage Nine Law Saint and unleashing my greatest strength to defeat my opponent and climb to the top of the golden altar. Unfortunately, I came here too late, otherwise, this\' Sun Spirit Body \'would not have anything to do with Tang Huan. "

"Don\'t break the cowhide." The blue clothed young man could not help but snort coldly, looking down on the arrogant Tian Clan man.

"Kid, keep your eyes open. Watch how my \'Profound Peak\' catches up to Tang Huan and surpasses him." The Tian Clan man laughed out loud, then raised his hand to push at the golden figure on the wall in front of him.

"Surpass Tang Huan? Ridiculous! "How laughable..."

The blue-clothed youth somewhat mockingly raised his brows. Although the majority of his time was spent training within the "Ashen Feather Mystic Realm" of the Tian Clan and he rarely visited this Luo Fu World, his reputation was not weak, and many Martial Warriors knew that he was one of them.

It was said that in the current "Azure Feather Mystic Realm", the strength of this Xuan Feng was only inferior to Qing Ying.

In the Azure Feather Leaderboard of that secret realm, he was ranked second.

If the person in the ninth level of the Golden Altar was some other Human Clan, it might really be snatched away by this Profound Summit, allowing him to condense the "Sun Spirit Body".

But unfortunately, the one he met was Tang Huan.

In the Human Clan\'s Heavenly Spirit List, Tang Huan was only ranked twelfth, but when he rushed up to rank, he was still only at the peak of the seventh step\'s great Martial Master. Now, with Tang Huan being a Martial Lord of the eighth step, if he were to try to rank on the Heavenly Spirit List, he would definitely be able to rank in the top ten.

Furthermore, what was most shocking to Tang Huan wasn\'t his cultivation level and strength, but his innate talent and comprehension ability.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Tang Huan to, in less than a year\'s time, go from an ordinary person who couldn\'t even cultivate the Genuine Qi to a Martial Lord of the eighth step. Even if Tang Huan was blocked at the ninth level of the Golden Altar, Xuan Feng still wouldn\'t be able to win just because he said he would.

In the ninth level of the Golden Altar, Tang Huan did not sense any movements from below at all.

The moment he seemed to have awoken, Tang Huan habitually sat on the ground, cleared away all distracting thoughts, and began to summarize his gains and losses in the illusory space.

He no longer counted how many times he had failed. When he was hungry, he just took a round fusion pill and continuously tried, failed, pondered, tried again, failed again, and continued pondering … Tang Huan was not tired of it, and continued to repeat it.

Almost every time they failed, they would be able to hold on for a longer period of time.

From his first failure upon entering the illusory space, to the last moment, he was able to endure for a dozen or so breaths of time. However, even so, Tang Huan was still unable to defeat him.

Time flew, and the experts of the three races below continued to climb higher and higher until they reached the top of the golden altar.

Currently, there were already three people who had arrived at the eighth level, and only seven people at the seventh level. As for the sixth level, there were already more than ten people and even more had arrived at the fifth level.

"I understand!"

Abruptly, Tang Huan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the ninth level of the Golden Altar opened his eyes, the joy on his face that was difficult to contain was revealed, "So this is the power of the Stage Nine Martial Saint. Force was naturally imposing manner. If an imposing manner was strong enough, it was completely possible to oppress others with force. In the face of such a powerful aura, some weaker opponents might not even have the courage to fight. "

In the next moment, Tang Huan could not help but stand up and extend his arm towards the golden figure.

However, before his palm could even touch the wall, a white figure suddenly appeared in the ninth level of the Golden Altar. It was a man with wings on his back and an extremely beautiful face.