Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 521 - 504: Mission

Wang Xiong and others looked at Xu Ming, who was dazed, and sighed softly, splitting up to act.

Not long after, everyone returned.

"The Dwarves don’t know."

"The Tree-men and Giants are also unclear, the Giants even asked if they should help find the person."

"The Demon Spirit Masters don’t know either, but they said, three days ago during that period, a masked human secretly tracked a team of five demons into the Black Iron Forest. After that, the demons disappeared, and Zhou Leng hasn’t been seen since."

"No news from the demons. They’ve had quite a few deaths in recent days, with only one Beastman left, huddled in the camp, afraid to go out."

Wang Xiong and Wang Yunbo, who were familiar with Xu Ming, looked at the still-dazed Xu Ming, then looked at each other.

Wang Xiong led a few people to an empty area where no one was around.

"Xu Ming’s condition is a bit off."

"Probably thinking about his brother again. You all know what happened back then, right?"

"Yes. Back then, Xu Ming and his brother were in the army together. During the fight, he received a signal for help from his brother. The squad he was leading also encountered an ambush. He gritted his teeth, leading his squad to fight their way out, ensuring his brothers were safe. Despite his severe injuries, he rushed alone to save his brother. But unfortunately, it was already empty there."

"I’ve heard about this too. That day he was like a madman searching the battlefield, grabbing demon after demon to question about his brother’s whereabouts, nearly dying at the hands of demons, until a passing group of Martial Artists saved him."

"His family is one of valorous heroes. His father was quite a famous genius locally. I saw him online when I was young. After meeting him, I learned his father could have been promoted to Grandmaster, but later died on a secret mission during the Great Innate period. They say not even his body was found, he just disappeared mysteriously."

"No wonder... Once, Xu Ming drank too much, blaming himself for failing his brother and father, saying he wanted to care for his brother but couldn’t..."

"When his father died, he was slightly older than Xu Ming now, maybe around ten years old."

"I remember a few years ago, talking with him, he said he was determined to come to the Great Battlefield, not knowing why."

"Wang Xiong, did you come to the Great Battlefield with Xu Ming on a mission this time?" someone asked.

Wang Xiong gave a faint look at the person and said, "Not even following basic discipline?"

The person awkwardly smiled and said, "Let’s not mention that, continue talking about Xu Ming."

"He probably saw Zhou Leng was too young, like his brother, feeling responsible to protect him, but unfortunately..."

Wang Yunbo blamed himself, "That’s my fault. I originally planned to go out with Zhou Leng that day but had to leave due to a warning about the Purple Mist. Wait...I gave Zhou Leng a warning badge too, if he was really in trouble, he would’ve activated it, and we definitely would have noticed!"

Wang Xiong said, "Right, Zhou Leng should be hiding somewhere cultivating, he won’t have any issues. You all saw the steel on his table, didn’t you? Such damage couldn’t be done by ordinary Muscle Stage martial artists."

Afterward, Wang Xiong and the others exchanged glances.

They saw deep worry in each other’s eyes.

In the Great Battlefield, no one has ever returned safely after disappearing.

If they do come back, they’re often not the same person.

After talking for a long time, they walked to Zhou Leng’s tent; Xu Ming was still sitting there blankly.

Wang Xiong cleared his throat lightly and said, "Xu Ming, shall we go look?"

Xu Ming slowly stood up and said, "Searching together isn’t conducive to everyone’s trial, searching separately easily leads to danger. We can’t...we can’t put the whole team at risk for Zhou Leng. Wang Xiong, I will leave the team to you for the coming days, and search for him alone."

Wang Xiong said, "I’ll also go search."

"The team needs a leader, you can’t leave. Contact the other tribes, if you find information on Zhou Leng, notify us immediately. I’ll first go to the Demon Spirit Masters to see if their Demon Spirit Technique can help find Zhou Leng."

After speaking, Xu Ming strode towards the Demon Spirit Masters camp.

Not long after, Xu Ming returned with the Snow Mountain Wolf and Light of the Mountains and Seas and other Demon Spirit Masters.

They used spells to continuously search through the aura from Zhou Leng’s tent.

Unfortunately, after ten kilometers, they couldn’t find anything.

The good news was, Zhou Leng did come back after leaving camp, entering the Black Iron Forest.

After sending off the Demon Spirit Masters, Xu Ming looked at everyone, his eyes bloodshot again.

"Zhou Leng probably encountered some accident, but I believe with his strength, if he truly faced a strong enemy, he would have time to trigger the alarm. Even the Split Armor Rock can’t kill him instantly." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Without evidence, we can’t determine the outcome. I’ll sleep and restore my energy first, then go find him. Wang Xiong, I leave the team to you."

After saying this, Xu Ming walked towards his tent.

Everyone watched Xu Ming’s back, and sighed softly.

One day, two days, three days...

Every morning, Xu Ming would leave the camp, searching the Black Iron Forest.

Every late night, he would return exhausted, sleeping soundly in the tent.

In just three days, Xu Ming’s chin and cheeks sprouted a mess of stubble.

On the fourth day, Xu Ming did not continue searching, instead, he took people to the Demon Camp, sparring with the Split Armor Rock.

Both sides found Xu Ming seemingly calm on the surface, but he went all out, as if determined to kill the Split Armor Rock.

The Split Armor Rock also fought with real fervor.

In the end, both were bloodied, stopped by others.

Before leaving, Xu Ming asked the Split Armor Rock, "Is Zhou Leng’s disappearance related to you demons?"

"No!" The Split Armor Rock denied vehemently.

"Alright." Xu Ming left with his people.

The Split Armor Rock watched Xu Ming’s back, muttered some curses, then called the Beastman’s sole survivor, Barbaric Star Tiger, to a deserted place.

"Speak, you went to kill Zhou Leng with those others, why are you the only one who returned?"

"I got separated from them, I know nothing." Barbaric Star Tiger replied expressionlessly.

"Not talking? I’ll kill you then!" The Split Armor Rock squinted at Barbaric Star Tiger, flames surging over his body.

He belonged to the Volcano Tortoise clan, with a shell over ten meters high, nearly thirty meters long, like a walking small mountain.

"If you attack, I’ll run. If you’re not afraid of the other tribes saying you viciously kill your own, then make a move." Barbaric Star Tiger showed no fear.

"Useless beastman, scram!" Split Armor Rock cursed, turning slowly. This fight was as baffling as the last defeat.

Barbarian Star Tiger said, "I suspect the masked human who killed several of our demons in the Black Iron Forest is Zhou Leng."

"Impossible. He’s at the Muscle Stage; killing one or two Great Innate is one thing, but how could he kill so many? Even I couldn’t at the Muscle Stage," Split Armor Rock replied.

"With your size, they’d be gone before you get close."

"Quit pointing out my flaws, useless beastman," Split Armor Rock swore, clumsily rotating his massive body, and slowly walked away.

Barbarian Star Tiger looked towards the Black Iron Forest, letting out a long sigh.

After learning that someone was secretly attacking demons, he guessed it was Zhou Leng.

He was too familiar with the Sea Siren hunter.

He repeatedly watched the spell images of the Demon Warlock. Zhou Leng’s method of throwing demonized spears was clearly a unique martial art, thus highly advanced.

Humans currently do not possess such martial arts.

Even someone as strong as Xu Ming could reasonably claim to battle five ordinary Innate, but killing a Great Innate from afar with a spear was hard to believe.

No past records of him achieving anything similar.

A place extremely distant from the Remnant Heavenly Bone.

A stone monument, towering a thousand meters high, stood tall with only half of its body left at the top.

Below the monument, trial takers of the Ten Realms were seated, even a few fierce beasts among them.

Zhang Xinglie was among them, staring blankly at the monument.

At this moment, he missed Zhou Leng immensely.

Because when Zhou Leng was around, whether it was a Dwarf’s erroneous Divine Text or the true Divine Text of the Ancient River Sect, he could interpret them.

Now, beneath the monument, sat many Great Innate masters from the Ten Realms, yet none could understand what the Celestial Ladder spoke.

No choice, this monument was the most unique. Everyone could only sit in front of it in confusion, attempting to comprehend.

The good news was, he felt connected to the monument.

The aura of the monument was exactly like the Mountain Slaying Battle Body.

Zhang Xinglie suspected the Mountain Slaying Battle Body and the monument’s owner were the same person.

The bad news was, Zhou Leng was not here, nor was the Jade Wings that discovered the Mountain Slaying Battle Body.

He possessed the Mountain Slaying Battle Body, yet could do nothing with it.

No idea how the owner of the Mountain Slaying Battle Body would react when he finds out.

He sighed, truly lacking talent in Divine Text, only slightly better than an average Divine Text student from the Yunhua Divine Literature Academy.

But compared to Zhou Leng of the Great Martial Arts Hall, the gap was too wide.

"Zhang Xinglie, with your smart brain, you still can’t translate the Divine Text?" asked Mountain and River Origin beside him.

"Brains have nothing to do with Divine Text," Zhang Xinglie replied.

"Zhou Leng wouldn’t say that. He says the smartest people in the past studied science, and now the smartest study Divine Text. I think he could be the Newton or Einstein of the Divine Text Realm," said Mountain and River Origin.

"Huh? Zhou Leng dares to boast like that?"

"That’s just what I think."

"You really took his words seriously?"

"Then do you know the Divine Text?"

"Let’s change the topic."

"Do you know what’s engraved on this monument?"

Zhang Xinglie gave Mountain and River Origin, who seemed to bring up awkward topics, a glance and silently looked at the broken-top monument.

The monument was engraved with countless star-patterns, intricate and beautiful, making one feel dizzy.

Like a Divine Text, but couldn’t be certain.

Under a giant mountain.

Clouds enveloped the mountain, camps of various races appeared at its base.

Rao Mingxian and Zhang Xiaoxiao gazed at each other.

"Oh, isn’t it Rao Mingxian, Zhou Leng’s little follower?" Zhang Xiaoxiao said, hands on hips, her demonic wings gently swaying.

"Oh, isn’t it little demon Zhang Xiaoxiao? Does Zhou Leng like your wings?"

"You, a demonized martial artist, where do you get the audacity to speak to me?"

"We’re all demonized martial artists, who’s nobler?"

"Our Huang Meng Sect is certainly nobler than your Fishman Sect."

"Ha, suit yourself. Just don’t die here," Rao Mingxian didn’t bother with this Little Witch.

"Are you with the Fishman Sect or the Zhao Family?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.

Rao Mingxian looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao in horror but relaxed a bit upon realizing she was from the Huang Meng Sect and likely knew everything.

"Small in size, big on questions," Rao Mingxian said disdainfully.

"You better stay away from Zhao He, he’s no good," Zhang Xiaoxiao said, then turned to leave.

Rao Mingxian watched Zhang Xiaoxiao, standing still, faintly feeling he might have overlooked something.

Suddenly, he furrowed his brow, realizing he forgot something.

Mrs. Xiyang had told him to remind Zhou Leng to beware of Zhao He, but at the moment of meeting, the Great Battlefield was unfolding, causing chaos, making him forget.

He looked towards Zhao He’s distant tent.

Luckily, the two hadn’t met, but he must relay the message next time he sees Zhou Leng.