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Puppet Tower can be said to be the most suitable place for honing swordsmanship and Movement Technique. It was here that Ren Pingsheng not only perfected the Golden Killing Sword Technique but also comprehended the Golden Realm.
The Puppet Tower has nine levels. The first and second levels consist of Puppets at the cultivation level of beginner warriors. The third and fourth levels contain Puppets at the cultivation level of intermediate warriors, while the fifth and sixth levels have Puppets at the cultivation level of advanced warriors. The seventh and eighth levels are occupied by warriors at the perfected realm. As for the ninth level, no one knows what lies there, as no one has ever reached it.
“Puppet Tower, I hope I can continue to gain insights,” Ren Pingsheng murmured as he glanced at the towering nine levels of the Puppet Tower. He then turned around and entered the first level of the Puppet Tower. No matter how far you progress in the tower, you always have to start from the first level each time.
This time, Ren Pingsheng came here to refine his top-tier sword techniques and Movement Technique, hoping to achieve perfection more quickly. Combat is always the best way to sharpen one's skills.
Looking at the familiar surroundings and the hundred familiar Puppets, he took a deep breath. Drawing his sword, he charged forward, flames leaping above him like a sword engulfed in fire. With each strike, a Puppet fell to the ground. Not a single Puppet could withstand his blade.
Now, Ren Pingsheng had already reached the perfected realm of warriors. The first level posed no challenge for him; within just a few breaths, all one hundred Puppets had vanished without a trace. He then flickered and arrived at the second level.
The second level of the Puppet Tower had two hundred Puppets. Not only was their number doubled, but their individual strength had also significantly increased, making them strong among beginner warriors. However, they were still no match for him as he moved gracefully, darting left and right, up and down. His sword struck from all directions, and one by one, the Puppets fell before him.
This was his top-tier Movement Technique, Ethereal Steps, which allowed him to move without a trace with each step. However, such an effect could only be achieved when mastered to perfection; he was still just beginning.
In the second level of the Puppet Tower, he spent about a minute primarily to practice his Movement Technique. If he had gone all out, it would have been even faster.
The third level's Puppets were already at the cultivation level of intermediate warriors. A hundred identical, expressionless Puppets stood before him. Ren Pingsheng merely glanced at them before charging in to continue honing both his swordsmanship and Movement Technique.
Soon, the third level transformed into a sea of fire as each Puppet fell into the flames. A figure moved effortlessly through the sea of fire, flashing in and out of sight. Finally, in a green robe, Ren Pingsheng stood calmly at the entrance to the fourth level.
“Fourth level, I said I would return,” he chuckled lightly as he stepped inside. Last time he came here, he stopped at the fourth level; although there were reasons for that, it was still his first time entering this level.
“Just as expected? Two hundred intermediate warrior-level Puppets,” Ren Pingsheng thought to himself as he surveyed them. “Then let’s begin this new journey from here!”
His arrival broke the tranquility of the Fourth Layer, ultimately shattering the peace of the entire Puppet Tower.
Time passed slowly, and outside the Puppet Tower, a few people were waiting in boredom. They were all individuals without any tasks and not planning to cultivate at the moment, so they came here to hone their skills.
"Hey, who is inside? I was here when I arrived, and it's been three hours already, yet no one has come out," one disciple couldn't help but complain.
"I don't know, but it must be someone formidable; they've already made it to the Seventh Layer," another disciple said enviously after seeing the light from the Seventh Layer of the Puppet Tower.
"Hehe, I hope he gets taken out by a Puppet soon; that way I won't have to... uh..." The person speaking suddenly choked on their words, their face filled with shock.
"The... Eighth Layer. They've actually reached the Eighth Layer." Others noticed this situation and immediately exclaimed. They all knew that anyone who could enter the Eighth Layer of the Puppet Tower was a disciple of considerable skill, some even ranking quite high.
"Wow... so this is the Eighth Layer?" Ren Pingsheng said solemnly as he saw the Puppets appearing in the distance—two hundred Puppets at the Perfect Realm Warrior level. This was no small challenge.
"However, after going through seven layers of trials, my Movement Technique has already reached a great stage. The Burning Sky Sword Technique is also close to mastery under the pressure of a hundred Perfect Realm Warrior-level Puppets in the Seventh Layer. I believe this Eighth Layer won't disappoint me!" He smiled and then blurred into motion.
"Blazing Fire Burns the Sky!" A fiery Sword Qi shot forward and pierced through a Puppet.
"Boom..." At the moment of collision with a Puppet, the Sword Qi exploded. The powerful shockwave and dense Sword Qi shattered one Puppet after another. These Puppets, however, felt neither pain nor fear and began to surround Ren Pingsheng from all directions.
Ren Pingsheng quickly dodged them and started using Ethereal Steps, weaving through his surroundings. Occasionally, with a single strike, a Puppet would fall. Compared to two hundred Perfect Realm Warrior-level Puppets, this was insignificant. Yet this accumulation over time was still quite impressive.
"This pressure is much greater than in the Seventh Layer." After receiving two sword marks on his body due to a careless mistake, Ren Pingsheng helplessly pouted. No matter how marvelous his Movement Technique was, being besieged by so many opponents of equal level put him in a perilous situation.
"Slash!" Seizing an opportunity, he executed another Top Tier Sword Technique, taking down several Puppets. Here he didn't have to worry about True Qi consumption; he felt no burden at all. Otherwise, in reality, using such a Top Tier Sword Technique would deplete his True Qi within five or six uses at most.
Surrounded by an increasing number of Puppets, Ren Pingsheng continuously alternated his sword techniques. He utilized all his sword intents, significantly enhancing his strength.
"Kill, kill!" He halted his retreating figure, roared, and charged forward again without a hint of fear. Only half of the two hundred fully realized Martial Artists among the Puppets remained.
"Ah..." A Puppet pierced Ren Pingsheng's body with a sword. He suppressed the pain and swept his sword horizontally. The five Puppets surrounding him shattered instantly. Then, his figure blurred and reappeared outside the encirclement.
"Ha... these guys are really tough." Glancing at the wound on his chest, he couldn't help but grin. Even his right hand holding the sword felt somewhat numb.
"Continue, this Burning Heaven Sword Technique is about to reach perfection." Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, Ren Pingsheng charged straight at the remaining third of the Puppets like a madman.
He did not evade or dodge; he confronted them head-on with sheer violence. Blood splattered as one Puppet after another fell, but he sustained more and more wounds. His entire body was drenched in blood, with no uninjured spot left.
"Haha, good, keep it up! Blazing Fire Burns the Sky!" He roared again, executing top-tier sword techniques repeatedly, transforming the entire space into a Fire Sea. Each strike yielded impressive results.
"Boom..." A loud explosion echoed throughout the space. A sword aura over ten feet long exploded like a giant fireball. All the Puppets were blown into fragments. Ren Pingsheng knelt on the ground, gasping for breath as blood trickled down his cheek. He seemed to have emerged from a sea of blood, even his hair turned crimson.
"Ugh... is it over? Damn, I almost couldn't hold on." He raised his pale face and spoke in a hoarse voice. Unsteadily standing up, he was relieved that there was no wind; otherwise, one could worry that a gust might knock him down.
"Hehe, I've finally made it through. The ninth layer, let's see what you have!" He slowly walked toward the entrance of the ninth layer.
"Incredible! This person has already lasted an hour in the eighth layer and still hasn't come out. His strength is truly terrifying!" Outside Puppet Tower, disciples were waiting and discussing among themselves.
"Yeah. By the way, do you think anyone inside can make it through the eighth layer?" One disciple asked mysteriously.
"Impossible! I heard that no one has made it to the ninth layer in this Outer Court for a thousand years."
"Ah... look, the ninth... ninth layer is lit up, it's lit up..." One disciple exclaimed in shock, struggling to articulate his words.
"What? How is that possible?" The disciples outside the Puppet Tower were stunned, unable to react for a long time, each one doubting whether they were dreaming. Once they confirmed it was real, many simply left, not knowing where they were going.
"Hmm? Is this the Ninth Layer? Why is there nothing here?" The moment Ren Pingsheng entered the Ninth Layer, all his injuries healed completely. However, he was filled with confusion as he looked around this so-called Ninth Layer space, which was eerily quiet and empty.
There were no three hundred Perfect Realm Warriors as he had imagined, nor any Martial Masters. It was completely barren as far as the eye could see.
"What is going on? Is the Ninth Layer a scam?" After wandering around aimlessly and finding nothing, he felt perplexed.
After circling around, Ren Pingsheng arrived at the center of the Ninth Layer, where there was a very ordinary Meditation Cushion that seemed to be used for sitting and cultivating. This was the only item in the entire Ninth Layer space. Given the strange circumstances, its presence surely held some significance.
"This is just an ordinary Meditation Cushion; what use could it possibly have?" He pondered for a long time and even picked it up to examine it but found nothing unusual.
"Could it be?" A sudden thought crossed Ren Pingsheng's mind, and he placed the Meditation Cushion back down. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on it.
"Just as I thought!" As soon as he sat down, he could only let out a sigh before feeling darkness envelop him, his consciousness fading. When he regained awareness, he discovered that he had entered another space.
"Where is this?" Although he had guessed that the Meditation Cushion was key, he never expected it to be like this. Could this be a trial of the Ninth Layer? he silently wondered.
Just as this thought arose in his mind, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure descending upon him, like mountains and seas, impossible to resist, making him acutely aware of his own insignificance.
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