Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 446 - 431: Uplift

At the beginning of enduring the pressure from the East Monarch, Zhou Leng suffered an excruciating headache, an intense pain that nearly suffocated him.

Zhao Dongjun’s Martial Arts Will was too strong, and even when it was intended to help, those helped found the power unbearable.

Gradually, an indescribable feeling of solitude arose.

It felt as though he was abandoned by the entire world.

Even the pressure from the Eighth Palace before had at least some warmth and recognition.

But under the pressure of the East Monarch, he was isolated, looking in all directions for assistance.

The deep sense of abandonment permeated his entire being.

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth to persist, refusing to give up.

In the Bitter Purgatory, with all his pride.

After an unknown length of time, his realm suddenly cleared, and he seemed to comprehend something.

The previous feelings of solitude and abandonment seemed less severe.

But after a while, similar feelings arose again, even more intense.

Zhou Leng’s heart once again sank to the bottom, enduring immense pressure.

Similarly present were the spiritual pulls and repetitions, with the previous tentacle pressure leaving one increasingly chaotic and confused.

But the pressure from the East Monarch was extremely mystical.

Every time he endured a cycle of pressure, his Spiritual Will seemed to become slightly stronger.

Yet every time he felt himself improve, the next pressure was even stronger, bringing more despair.

But in the depths of despair, there arose a glimmer of hope.

Keep a flickering light, ignite the morning glow.

When the morning light appeared, the night descended again, and new pressure weighed heavily down.

Zhou Leng even felt his breathing cease, his bones crushed into powder.

Yet, he gritted his teeth to endure.

Even Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun cannot suppress me!

East Monarch rules the heavens, Zhou Leng rules myself.

Even in death, I will never bow my head.

Until after enduring nine cycles of pressure, Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will was on the verge of collapsing, and his realm was flooded with light.

The mountain rose like a red sun, the sea created a morning glow.

The surging red divine light illuminated the sky, illuminating the world of Martial Arts Will.

"Watching" the rising sun in the east, Zhou Leng’s heart was in turmoil, an indescribable peculiar feeling shook his soul.

He felt as if he had experienced a magnificent endeavor, constructing a spiritual miracle, receiving a spiritual baptism alongside numerous great beings.

Strange fragments of memory appeared in Zhou Leng’s mind.

Vaguely, unable to perceive clearly, yet seemingly merged with Zhao Dongjun’s experiences.

In the bustling city, he practiced boxing quietly, honing his mind.

Participating in the Battle of Ten Thousand Nuclei, courageously fearless, witnessing the Martial Ancestor illuminating the world, later pursued by the Demon, taking a year to escape the battlefield.

Encountered internal strife, but his original intention remained unchanged.

Eventually achieved a Minor Achievement, with great tolerance, forgiving internal rivals.

Pursued by demons, repeatedly advancing and retreating, leading the army in maneuvering, treating the mighty Four-sided Duke like a monkey.

Leading a hundred-man team, strolling leisurely, passing in front of tens of thousands of demon troops, while the leading Demon suspected an empty city plan, intimidated by the East Monarch’s aura, dared not attack.

Achieving Great Success in Martial Arts, alone, charged into thousands of troops, rescuing a dear friend.

As a Grandmaster, single-handedly fought twenty-two demon Grandmasters, slaying fifteen, standing upright and unconscious when reinforcements arrived.

As a Martial Saint, led Dragon Country’s Martial Saints, battled across Blue Star’s nations, obliterating five Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints, rendering Demon Worship Sect without a Martial Saint for ten years.

Demon Worship Sect retaliated, meteors fell, Zhao Dongjun soared into the sky, East Wind Fist struck, meteors shattered, flowers bloomed in the night.

United with humanoid races, established a brand-new Humanoid Alliance...

The personal experiences of Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun were transformed into invisible spiritual will, forming pure spiritual impact.

Zhou Leng’s Mountain of Will lightly shook, captured by it.

After a long time, the spiritual impacts slowly faded.

Zhou Leng’s Mountain of Will became increasingly translucent and crystalline.

He looked up at the shadow of the East Monarch in the sphere.

The pressure remained, but no longer as an obstruction.

Spiritually uplifting.

Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun, with Martial Arts Will, uplifted the younger generation.

Zhou Leng suddenly understood, repeatedly recalling the contents of the Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun in his mind.

Subsequently, he took out all the Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun from the Magic Spirit Bag, reading word by word under the pressure of the East Monarch.

After finishing a segment, he repeatedly reviewed and pondered.

Under the spiritual uplifting of the East Monarch’s pressure, his understanding of the Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun mysteriously elevated by several layers.

Especially reading Zhao Dongjun’s narration of cultivation experiences, life experiences, hardships, and others, resonating with the East Monarch’s will.

Vaguely forming a strong spiritual imprint, permeating into the Mountain of Will.

The edge of the Mountain of Will began to emit a faint red glow.

The light of the great sun, the light of the morning sun.

Directly reading through the entire Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun, Zhou Leng displayed a smile.

Blessed with spiritual insight, he finally comprehended something.

At this moment, the pressure from the East Monarch was like warm sunlight, shining on him, subtly warm and comfortable.

Zhou Leng looked up at the shadow in the sphere.

The shadow seemed to be smiling.

"Unexpectedly, I’ve accidentally obtained the spiritual legacy of Saint Zhao."

"This effect is ten times more important than previously anticipated."

"Before this, learning the ’Great Sun Divine Technique’ was more of a fantasy; my own aptitude and talent might not be suitable."

"Inner power and external skills are different. External skills can be learned as long as the techniques don’t conflict. But for inner power, numerous conditions are required; otherwise, one might fall into a demonic state."

"With this kind of spiritual inheritance, combined with years of continuous study of the ’Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun’, once I learn the ’Great Sun Divine Technique’ and ’East Wind Fist’, I will certainly progress by leaps and bounds."

"After becoming a Grandmaster, I will learn these two martial arts to fulfill the aspirations of my childhood."

"It’s said that very few descendants of the Zhao Family practice the ’Great Sun Divine Technique’; I don’t know if it’s true."

Seeing his childhood dream getting closer, Zhou Leng seized the opportunity and once again closed his eyes to cultivate, feeling the brand new East Monarch’s pressure.

His whole body seemed to be in the sun, but it wasn’t hot and painful; instead, it was like soaking in a hot spring.

Beside him, the Light of the Mountains and Seas opened his eyes and frowned.

He was a well-known genius of the Three High Towers, destined to become a legend, but often struggled to breathe when facing the East Monarch’s pressure, not knowing why.

He had studied the Ten Realms comprehensively and had read the biography of Zhao Dongjun three times, greatly admiring Saint Zhao.

If he failed other trials, it would be nothing, but failing in front of the Martial Saint he admired brought intense frustration.

He glanced at the others; the other four had already completed the trial of the Ninth Palace and showed expressions of pain.

"Huh?"

He looked at Zhou Leng, who was sitting with eyes closed, smiling serenely, appearing transcendent.

"He’s actually comprehended it..."

The Light of the Mountains and Seas felt a complicated mix of emotions.

Previously, he had been chased and pressured by Zhou Leng, defending desperately, and was still somewhat dazed.

Now seeing that Zhou Leng had even achieved a realization during the trial meant for Demon Spirit Masters, made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Forget it, after all, we’re both Martial Artists; for him to comprehend Saint Zhao’s spiritual will is quite normal."

The Light of the Mountains and Seas cast a sour glance at Zhou Leng and continued to meditate earnestly.

Under the warm sunlight, Zhou Leng continuously familiarized himself with the East Monarch’s pressure.

Gradually, he merged with Zhao Dongjun’s spiritual will.

Zhou Leng’s Mountain of Will had been merely bigger and stronger before, without any momentum or soul.

Now, the Mountain of Will looked the same on the outside but had a faint red glow.

Slowly it gained a majestic aura.

Martial Arts Will, mighty as the mountains and rivers.

The spiritual foundation, established.

A Martial Saint’s lifetime experience, imprinted as Martial Arts Will on Zhou Leng’s Mountain of Will.

After a long while, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.

The trial of the Ninth Palace’s pressure was completed.

From here on, even if he left this place, the Martial Arts Will would remember this feeling, invoke this feeling, and gain extraordinary power.

Zhou Leng glanced at the others.

These Demon Spirit Masters occasionally showed expressions of pain.

They treated the East Monarch’s pressure as an aggressive force, like any other pressure, and resisted it with all their might.

He was different; the Three Saints of Mount Tai and the Human Race Martial Saint were great figures he admired from childhood.

So even though the East Monarch’s pressure was strong, he never resisted it, always maintaining a learning attitude.

This meant he might be the only one among all the trial takers to truly receive a spiritual baptism from the East Monarch’s pressure.

Even the Demon Spirit Masters who admired Zhao Dongjun couldn’t achieve this.

It wasn’t related to race, bloodline, or even right or wrong.

It was only related to the spirit and the path.

Zhou Leng looked thoughtfully at the shadow of Zhao Dongjun within the sphere.

In the ’East Monarch’s Collection’, Zhao Dongjun occasionally spoke of grand things, like the Ten Realms Union, going out, leaving Blue Star, heading towards the stars...

Unexpectedly, after leaving Blue Star, coming to the Demon Spirit World, he could unexpectedly receive a baptism of the East Monarch’s Martial Arts Will.

Blue Star didn’t have the technology to create this unique Martial Arts pressure, but with the aid of Demon Spirit Technique and Advanced Civilization Ruins, the Martial Saint’s power was retained.

After completing his cultivation, Zhou Leng felt the warm East Monarch’s pressure while walking around the interior of the Ninth Palace, recording all the divine texts and patterns.

The Ninth Palace contained many fragments of advanced civilizations, but unfortunately, none could be taken, only photographed and recorded.

Finally, Zhou Leng walked towards the Tenth Palace.

"Be careful." the voice of the Light of the Mountains and Seas rang out.

Zhou Leng turned around to look.

"The pressure of the Tenth Palace is very strong. I suggest you continue honing yourself and try it last; avoid staying long within it."

"Why?" Zhou Leng asked.

The Light of the Mountains and Seas was silent for a moment, then said, "Even if others know, it’s useless. Your strength is great, and if you accidentally suffer damage, it won’t benefit the Humanoid Alliance. The Tenth Palace is actually part of the ’Other Dimension Path’ of the seventh stage."

"However, the Other Dimension Path is difficult to open because its terrifying level surpasses the limits of the Innate stage, so it is sealed, with only a little power leaking out."

"The Tenth Palace is the power leaked from the Other Dimension Path."

"Only by simultaneously completing the inheritance under the pressure of the Tenth Palace can the Other Dimension Path be opened."

"Throughout the history of the Demon Spirit World, there have been talents who could withstand the Tenth Palace’s pressure, and those who could complete the inheritance, but none who completed both."

"Normally, entering the Ninth Palace positions you in the top ten, and fully withstanding the Ninth Palace’s pressure nearly puts you in the top three."

"Be extra careful."

Zhou Leng bowed his hands, saying, "Thank you for the reminder."

He glanced at the Light of the Mountains and Seas; no wonder the Demon Spirit World had its problems, but still shined bright.

This Light of the Mountains and Seas clearly had his Maze Heart taken yet calmly informed others, his magnanimity far surpassing that of ordinary geniuses.

Zhou Leng walked towards the Tenth Palace.

The remaining five Demon Spirit Masters watched Zhou Leng’s back.

Some with serious expressions, some with smiles.