Chapter 220: The Ninth Grand Historical Genius (1/2)

Chapter 220: The Ninth Grand Historical Genius

Inside an ancient city full of armored cultivators, even the weakest among them were at early God Base and numbered in the thousands. Auras filled with battle intent soared into the air, frightening even the sky and causing the earth to tremble.

A world-shaking sound emanated along with miserable wails and moans. The fire of war raged on for several days without end as if a great army was massacring the citizens in the city.

However, the only combatant in the city was the blood-soaked Feng Feiyun.

This was an eternal war with non-stop killing. It was as if they would kill until the end of the world and destroy everything until all returns to the primordial beginning.

“Rumble!”

While standing on an old stone platform with his hands raising the huge sword, Feng Feiyun channeled an immense force to shatter the black armor of an intermediate God Base cultivator. The stone saber remained unharmed, but sparks flew off the armor; the body was smashed into pieces as well.

This was a horrific battle. The ground next to the boulder he was standing on contained piles of corpses; at least seventy to eighty percent of the ground was covered. The evil mist around Feng Feiyun’s body became thinner as his spirit energy was consumed as well. His crimson, bloodshot eyes gradually returned to normal.

After all, the evil and demonic blood in his body had only woken up a little. When he exerted a huge amount of spirit energy, of course it would die down then hide inside his veins until it gets stimulated again.

Feng Feiyun held his saber with both hands while gasping for air. A powerful sense of fatigue struck him, but he still stood with his chest proudly puffed out. He didn’t bend over and instead looked down at the countless opponents below.

“If you want to fight, then we’ll keep going!” Although he had no hope for passing the sixth level, Feng Feiyun’s battle intent did not diminish in the slightest. Under continuous battles, he could feel his cultivation increasing at a rapid pace; this rate of growth was nearly three times the ordinary cultivation rate.

Battling was the fastest shortcut to becoming powerful!

A life or death fight could stimulate the unlimited potential in one’s body.

Feng Feiyun’s hands were drenched with blood as the saber handle became wet as well, causing it to be quite sticky. The huge white saber made out of stone had also been dyed in a bloody shade. A white saber would enter a body and a red saber would come out afterward.

“Pluff!”

He cut down one more cultivator, but another left a frightening wound on his back with a slash. The area that was sliced now had a finger-wide gash with blood dripping out, slowing taking his life away.

“Go to hell!” Feng Feiyun forcibly turned around and endured the severe pain. With the saber in his hands and his bones issuing crackling sounds as his muscles tensed up, all the force in his body moved into his hands as he slammed down this saber that weighed 35,000 pounds, turning this early God Base cultivator into a puddle of blood. Even the bones were crushed into a pulp.

He would keep on fighting as long as there was a sliver of strength left.

Until now, only six people were able to reach the seventh level of the Immeasurable Tower at the God Base realm. All six were Grand Historical Geniuses, but it wasn’t guaranteed that each generation could produce one, so it was not shameful at all to not be able to pass.

“An hour has elapsed, but Feng Feiyun still hasn’t been defeated?” Those waiting outside the tower were attentively watching the three mirrors on the monolith. Two hours had gone by, but the lights from the mirrors did not dim at all. This was completely outside of everyone’s expectations.

Many had thought that Feng Feiyun, at best, would only last for fifteen minutes before being defeated, but two hours have now gone by and he showed no signs of defeat; he was still fighting inside the sixth level and has now lasted eight times longer than Ji Feng.

Meanwhile, the Little Demoness and Shi Yelai, who had entered the sixth level before Feng Feiyun, still haven’t been defeated. Of course, they still hadn’t reached the seventh level and were still killing in the sixth.

One disciple asked the wise seniors in the vicinity: “How does one surpass the sixth level of the tower?”

All of the wise seniors here had entered the tower before. Because their cultivations became increasingly stronger with time, the floor that they reached also far exceeded the sixth level. For example, the Martial Tower Lord, Zhang Badao, had entered the ninth level before. Talents was a part of it, but so was cultivation.

Zhang Badao spoke in an austere manner: “If we were to divide the qualities needed for the floors in the tower into ten parts, then one’s talents takes up four, intelligence takes up another four, cultivation is another one, and lastly, there is luck.”

High talents, great intelligence, considerable cultivation, and a fortunate fate — one with these qualities would, of course, reach the lower depths of the tower. Among them, talents and intelligence were the most important.

“The sixth level not only tests a person’s talents and intelligence, but also their willpower and luck. Many are stopped at this level not because they are lacking in talents or cultivation, but because their luck is not good and their willpower is not strong enough.” Zhang Badao said.

Long Chuanfeng smiled and added: “A person might not necessarily need supreme talents to become a master. As long as their willpower is strong enough, they might be able to prove their dao.”

Those who had never been to the sixth level only knew that these words made sense, but they couldn’t truly understand the meaning behind them.