"Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds" has a range comparable to that of a bomb blast.
Based on the official six-dimensional diagram of demons, its attack range starts at grade A.
The wristband indicated that the central energy level reached up to 70 ding, capable of suppressing great demons, gradually diminishing towards the outer periphery.
Though the Eight Sounds are powerful, they have their drawbacks. As a sound wave divine skill that combines spirit, energy, and essence, its consumption is indeed significant.
Old Man Hanshan calmed his emotions and said:
"Your sonic talent is indeed impressive. Train well. I will soon enter seclusion to advance to the Heavenly King level, and will check on your progress when I emerge."
In his words, this elder had already regarded Lu Chenzhou as his disciple.
He glanced at the cloak draped over Lu Chenzhou’s shoulders and sighed, "You wear the Heavenly Dragon Cloak and have learned the Eight Sounds, making you the distant true disciple of Master Wende."
Lu Chenzhou said solemnly: "All wise men of the past and present are my teachers!"
Old Man Hanshan raised his hand, summoning the ancient zither from the ground: "This is the famous zither, [Myriad Ridges Pine Wind], of Ji Kang, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove. I gift it to you."
Lu Chenzhou was stunned. Even he, a layman, knew this was one of the four great zithers of antiquity, a rare low-class sound divine weapon, more rare than even intermediate divine weapons.
"This zither is too precious..."
"This zither can assist in your cultivation of "Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds". I have already achieved perfection, and low-class divine weapons are no longer of use to me."
"Then I shall humbly accept it."
Receiving the zither, he carefully examined it. The body of the zither was painted with scenes of mountains and bamboo seas, with ethereal motifs.
In a daze, he felt a trace of Dao Yun, and in the forest, he met the gaze of a disheveled, carefree ancient sage.
"Zither Ancestor Ji Kang..."
Old Man Hanshan said:
"The divine abilities of this zither are all related to its music. Playing "Guangling San" will make your rhythm vivid and brilliant, strengthening our army’s morale. Playing "Mountain and Stream" can help you concentrate and calm your mind, aiding in breaking through realms and resisting heart demons. Playing "Ten Sides Ambush" will cause your enemies to doubt and fear, trembling with fright!"
Lu Chenzhou understood; this was the sound effects of Hero Qiao in films, and the suona of Master Huang.
Henceforth, at eight o’clock every night, Martial Artists from all nations would open the Sky Battle Token, watching that man’s challenge projection.
On the first day, Lu Chenzhou cleared 80 levels, cutting down 80 Second Realm gatekeepers, breaking peer records again.
On the second day, Lu Chenzhou cleared 73 levels...
On the third day, he cleared 66 levels...
The blades of his fists shone with a cold light. His iron fists swept across, even Second Realm enemies could hardly withstand ten moves, unless they were from certain special races.
Half a month later, Lu Chenzhou reached the 1700th level, already ranking at the forefront of the Wanbang New Star List.
Looking back, nine-tenths of the prodigies from Da Xia and all nations were already behind him.
Ye Zhiqiu, Bai Miaomiao, Zhou Ruoxue, Fang Xue, the young overlord Chu Xiu... no matter what Daoist Body they possessed, all were pushed down one rank.
Online, countless people were passionately ignited.
They anticipated Lu Chenzhou to progress quickly, but didn’t expect him to be so efficient!
The opponents he faced each night were all enemies of the same realm, only differing slightly in small realms, without any chasm between them.
If it were any of the geniuses, it would take dozens or even hundreds of moves to kill.
But Lu Chenzhou, along the way, rarely took more than nine punches!
One punch roared like a tiger in the mountain forest, domineering and intimidating the enemy.
Two punches fell like pine needles, leaving the enemy no place to hide.
After the third punch, those who could continue fighting Lu Chenzhou were often those who excelled in speed.
The subsequent punches would only grow wilder, sometimes like a mountain flood rushing, sometimes like an earth-shattering collapse, the sea of clouds roiling.
Many suspected that Lu Chenzhou might have forgotten he was still carrying a long spear.
If he used spear skills, he could clear levels faster.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
On March 1st, Lu Chenzhou finally broke through the 1999th level, countless eyes fixed on the Star-Picking Tower.
"It’s here, the moment to test if Lu Chenzhou can reverse the Three Realms."
"The [Black-clad Spear Devil] on this level has already killed more than ten Martial Arts Masters, as well as two Martial Arts Grandmasters..."
"Hong Tianxiang barely won with the help of a divine weapon, Xuanwu Undying Body shattered. He had to recuperate for days."
"The Spear Devil’s spear skill realm is equivalent to our Fourth Realm of Boxing, far beyond the Third Realm Demons."
After adjusting his spirit, energy, and essence to the peak, Lu Chenzhou entered the Star-Picking Tower.
Looking back over the past two months, he had fought through 1999 levels, setting the fastest clearing record on the New Star List.
Ahead, only eight Martial Arts prodigies remained.
The vast world, the setting sun, the red clouds billowing.
This was an ancient battlefield, littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing.
The Black-clad Spear Devil stood in a pool of blood, calmly pulling out the big spear from the ground.
"I am Li Jue, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Fighting Sect!"
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The Inner Sect Disciple of the Great Wilderness Sect, considered a genius martial artist in the human world.
Beyond that were the true disciples, comparable to martial arts prodigies.
Lu Chenzhou also drew his spear. Challenging the tower was not a battle trip, safety first when fighting across realms!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Black-clad Spear Devil moved like an arrow off the string. A dark light tore through the darkness, shot through the ages, locking onto Lu Chenzhou. The bloodstained spearhead, three feet away from Lu Chenzhou, rang like striking a golden bell, echoing in waves, then the bell shattered, and the spearhead struck empty air...
Lu Chenzhou, with powerful mental power, had already sensed the thrust trajectory of the Black-clad Spear Devil, dodging in advance, leaving only a phantom behind. The Tiger Gall Gun struck back like a venomous snake, a silver light flashed at the Black-clad Spear Devil’s throat. The Black-clad Spear Devil’s long spear whirled like a tornado, deflecting Lu Chenzhou’s attack, and retreated swiftly!