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"Now I understand, the purpose of this layer should be to eliminate those warriors whose physiques are not suitable for the Lightning Attribute." After breaking through his cultivation, Ren Pingsheng calmed down and had this thought. These Azure Lightning not only tested the warriors' perseverance but also modified their physiques to a certain extent. In the end, those who truly did not meet the requirements would end up like the warrior he saw not long ago, turning into flying ash.
If some had self-awareness and could not endure, they would give up, just like the warrior who lost his left arm, preserving his life.
Although there are some Treasures that can change a warrior's physique, like the Thunder Pearl that Ren Pingsheng obtained earlier, which can make a person's physique more suitable for cultivating the Lightning Attribute. Unfortunately, innate qualities are ultimately the best.
In fact, this is just a test; as long as one can pass it, it doesn't matter if they do well or poorly. The main point is whether they can pass all the tests. Only then can they obtain the Heritage; otherwise, even if their physique perfectly integrates with the Lightning Attribute, failing to meet other tests would be useless.
"Well, haven't I passed yet?" After waiting for a while without feeling any sensation of teleportation, Ren Pingsheng felt puzzled. This test should pose no difficulty for him; his physique was definitely fine. However, the current situation left him somewhat confused.
"Forget it, since that's the case, I'll continue cultivating. Such an opportunity is quite rare." He smiled nonchalantly and continued to cultivate. After all, these were True Essence that could be absorbed directly without needing refinement. If he were cultivating outside, he would be absorbing True Qi and would need to constantly refine it to obtain a drop of True Essence; nothing could compare to this place.
As he cultivated, his high-level Zongji Jing cultivation began to grow slowly again. However, reaching the Perfected Sect-Level Martial Artist was still quite a distance away; it wouldn't be something he could achieve in a short time. If he could cultivate here for a month or two, he might succeed, but that was too unrealistic.
A day later, a white light enveloped Ren Pingsheng, and he appeared on the Third Layer of the Inheritance Tower. This layer also had a large space with around one hundred warriors, more than half less than the second layer.
"Could it be that this layer tests Battle power?" As Ren Pingsheng stepped onto the stone stairs, he immediately found himself in an Arena within a space facing an opponent whose face was unclear. However, that opponent gave him a strangely familiar feeling.
After sizing up his opponent, Windscar Sword was drawn. He swiftly attacked with a slash; Thunder flickered and roared continuously. In an instant, he overwhelmed that figure.
"What is going on?" Ren Pingsheng's strike did not yield results; however, his face was filled with shock as the Sword Technique just used by his opponent was exactly the same as his own. This left him somewhat incredulous. After all, this Sword Technique was something he learned on the first layer of the Inheritance Tower.
"Could it be that this person can imitate? Whatever Sword Technique I use, they will use the same?" A bizarre thought suddenly crossed his mind.
"I'll find out by testing again." Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed again; this golden Sword Light flashed and struck out—this was Golden Slaughter. Sure enough, that figure also raised their hand and executed the same Sword Technique in response. Both vanished into nothingness simultaneously.
"I don't believe it!" Ren Pingsheng's expression changed as he flashed to his opponent's side. Windscar Sword thrust out like a cold star. This strike was quick, but his opponent reacted just as swiftly. The two exchanged rapid blows; Sword Lights flickered and sparks flew. The entire Arena was filled with overlapping phantoms, making it impossible to distinguish who was who.
"Damn it! Why do I feel like I'm battling against myself? Whatever I can do, they can do too. How am I supposed to fight?" As their swords clashed and both retreated simultaneously, Ren Pingsheng's expression darkened. At this moment, he confirmed that this was not mere imitation at all. This person was clearly his clone; everything he could do, this opponent could do as well.
When Ren Pingsheng was distracted, his opponent took the initiative to attack. With a sword strike called Storm Rising, the arena was filled with a powerful aura that startled him. Without daring to hesitate, he also struck out with his sword, executing the same technique known as Wind and Cloud One Sword. The Cloud Mist intertwined as their Wind Blades clashed, creating a thunderous sound.
The two of them collided repeatedly within the Cloud Mist, the sound of their longswords meeting was exceptionally piercing. For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
"Hey, I don't believe you still have any wisdom! You must be a real person!" Ren Pingsheng grinned and stepped forward, disregarding the opponent's thrusting longsword, and struck out with his own sword, resulting in a mutually destructive exchange.
"Haha, just as I thought! Ah..." Both were hit by a sword at the same time; he was pierced through the chest and let out a muffled groan but laughed instead. He had also stabbed through his opponent's abdomen. Unfortunately for him, he was not a real person; despite being injured, he showed little reaction and felt no pain at all.
"Bang bang..." They both received a palm strike from each other and were sent flying backward. Ren Pingsheng's blood splattered everywhere. He had been pierced through the chest and sustained serious injuries. However, at that moment, he showed no signs of frustration; instead, his face was filled with joy.
"You are quite strong, but unfortunately, you will still be defeated by me. Because you are not human; no matter how similar you are to me, you will never truly be me." He steadied himself and said with a smile. He showed no fear towards the opponent's incoming longsword. With a flick of his Windscar Sword, he blocked the attack.
Before he could react, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which seemed to summon all the blood that had fallen to the ground, causing it to rise into the air.
"Explode!" Ren Pingsheng shouted lightly, and then all that blood flashed to his opponent's side and exploded simultaneously. The powerful shockwave sent Ren Pingsheng flying away and engulfed his opponent in an explosion of dust and debris; when it cleared, only half of his opponent's body remained visible.
With that, the outcome was determined. Even if he could use Blood Realm, he ultimately could not unleash its full power. Blood Realm could cause others' blood to explode; naturally, it could also make one's own blood explode—and that was much easier to achieve.
"Boom..." A sword light flashed as Ren Pingsheng easily dealt with an already incapacitated opponent. Before he could react further, the shattered opponent suddenly transformed into a white light and merged into his body. This startled him; he thought it might be another attack from his opponent.
"Huh?" Just as he was puzzled, the white light that merged into him entered his Dantian. He immediately felt a significant increase in his cultivation level, taking another big step closer to Perfect Sect Level. This left him both surprised and delighted; he hadn't expected such benefits.
Then he withdrew from that space and opened his eyes again. The familiar white light enveloped him once more, indicating that he had passed through the Inheritance Tower's Third Layer.
It may seem simple, but this layer was not easy at all. It was akin to battling oneself; whatever skills one possessed, the other would have as well, and their strengths were completely equal. Many martial artists fought for an entire day and night without determining a victor. This tested not only combat strength but also observation skills during battle.
"Fourth Layer now; that's one-third done. I wonder what this layer's test will be?" There were even fewer people in this layer—only fifty or sixty stood on high platforms without moving, seemingly undergoing some form of trial. Some martial artists looked conflicted while others wore wild grins.
"This is... so it's an illusion; it seems this layer tests perseverance, determination, and willpower." As Ren Pingsheng stepped onto the high platform, he felt as if reborn within an illusion and immediately formed a confident guess. He had experienced such scenarios several times before.
Just as he was ready to face the Illusion Test, the scene suddenly changed, and all the illusions disappeared. He was directly pulled out of the trial, and the other martial artists were in the same situation as him.
"What is going on? I clearly just became an Unparalleled Stronger, how could this happen? Damn it, it was all an illusion," one martial artist shouted in confusion, slowly realizing what had happened, his face filled with shame and anger.
"Why did the trial end just like that? I was so close to passing," another martial artist complained.
"Could it be..." Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and looked up, already having a guess in his heart. Although the Cloud Mist above obscured his view, he knew that someone must have reached the thirteenth level of the Inheritance Tower. Moreover, they must have passed that final trial, which was why their trials ended.
Suddenly, the Inheritance Tower shook. Those martial artists who had not passed the final challenge were directly teleported out. In an instant, over a thousand martial artists gathered outside the Inheritance Tower, including Zong-level Martial Artists and King-Level Martial Artists.
At this moment, many people wore expressions of anger, especially those who had reached the eleventh or twelfth levels. They were just one step away from the final level but had failed and been overtaken by others. That was the Thunder God Legacy; obtaining it meant having a chance to become a Divine-Level Expert, and now they had missed that opportunity.
"Ah... who is it? Who is it? The Heritage is mine, mine..." A King-Level Expert could not accept this and roared. His aura erupted without reservation, causing nearby martial artists to suffer greatly and retreat with serious injuries.
Fortunately, Ren Pingsheng reacted quickly and had already moved to a corner, avoiding any impact. Some King-Level Experts were even angrier and attacked the surrounding Zong-level Martial Artists to vent their frustrations. Cries of agony filled the air as wise martial artists quickly moved aside.
"The Thunder God Legacy... it seems I have no fate with it," Ren Pingsheng said softly while looking at the Inheritance Tower. In truth, he also had some longing for the Thunder God Legacy in his heart, but he knew that even if he obtained it, he probably wouldn't be able to inherit it. After all, his Ancient Lan Divine Art was not weak at all. So now he felt no disappointment.
He had also wasted too much time in the Thunder Sea; a King-Level Expert only took ten days to pass through it. Some Zong-level Martial Artists took about half a month. However, he spent thirty-five days in the Thunder Sea, which created a significant gap.
At this moment, on the thirteenth level of the Inheritance Tower, a young man was receiving the Thunder God Legacy. Judging by his cultivation level, he was only at Perfect Sect Level; if outsiders knew about this, they would surely be astonished.
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