Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flickered as he dashed away!
In this Foundation Establishnt Area, with his current cultivation, he shouldn’t have any opponents. Still, he had to stay vigilant—among nearly twenty thousand Foundation Establishnt cultivators, there were bound to be so real experts.
There could also be treasures and techniques he knew nothing about, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.
Lin Chang’sheng moved incredibly fast.
In no ti,
he had already arrived a hundred miles away.
Here, more than a thousand Foundation Establishnt cultivators had already gathered—from first to ninth layer, even those at the peak—they were all staring at a grand hall up ahead.
This great hall sat atop a vast plateau in the mountains, stretching for a hundred miles, exuding a profound and mysterious Dao aura. In front of the hall was a massive jade plaza, over twenty miles across.
On that plaza, intricate Dao runes were carved everywhere, and two hundred stone pillars, each twenty feet thick, stood in rows, with fifty paces separating each pillar.
On top of every pillar sat a Foundation Establishnt Peak cultivator, each radiating a powerful aura.
"According to the ancient texts from my sect, this is the legendary Golden Core Enlightennt Hall! Only two hundred spots! I heard that as long as you sit on these pillars until the hall opens, you’ll be transported inside, and the longer you stay in the Enlightennt Hall, the greater your chance of forming a Golden Core in the future! Supposedly, it can raise your success rate by up to forty percent!"
"Damn sha, only Foundation Establishnt Peak cultivators or top elites from the sects can take those spots. Us ordinary Foundation Establishnt cultivators? The minute we go up there, we’ll be beaten right back down—surviving an entire hour is just a dream... sigh!"
"Yeah, at the end of the day, strength always does the talking. The strong get stronger, and the weak... just keep falling behind."
"Up there, it’s either Foundation Establishnt Peak cultivators or talented disciples from the three regions—the Righteous, Demon, and Beimu realms! There’s no way folks like us get on there..."
"Sigh, our Southern Realm really has fallen behind. Look—cultivators from the Demon Dao and Beimu cover nearly seventy percent of the pillars!"
"......"
When Lin Chang’sheng arrived, he stood quietly behind the crowd, listening in, and finally figured out what was going on here.
This was one of the Enlightennt Halls within the Void Hall—a famous opportunity in the Foundation Establishnt Area. As long as you could stay on a stone pillar until the Enlightennt Hall opened, you’d be successful.
If you entered the Enlightennt Hall, you could comprehend the Golden Core Dao Rhythms inside, and boost your chance to form a Golden Core by up to forty percent!
"A forty percent chance to reach the Golden Core!"
"I have Jade Spirit Marrow—that adds thirty percent! I’ve also absorbed two threads of Heaven and Earth Qi, which must give another forty to fifty percent! If I could get another forty from this Enlightennt Hall... wouldn’t that an I’d have a one hundred percent chance of forming a Golden Core?"
Hearing the discussions around him, Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes lit up.
At this mont,
all two hundred stone pillars on the plaza were occupied, nearly all by cultivators at the peak of Foundation Establishnt!
There were also plenty of Foundation Establishnt Peak cultivators still trying their luck. So were beaten off the pillars; so were killed outright, and so even managed to kill the challengers.
Beneath the pillars, corpses of cultivators were strewn everywhere, piled up in utter chaos!
All for a shot at entering the Golden Core Enlightennt Hall—the Foundation Establishnt cultivators fought like madn for those pillars!
"My god, Nie Xiangyuan really deserves to be the ultimate genius of the Corpse King Sect! He just knocked down another Foundation Establishnt Peak!"
"And there’s also Wan Wushuang from the Celestial Demon Sect! Bu Tianzhi from the Yin Yang Hall; Xuan Gu from the Celestial Ghost Sect; the Saintess of Beimu; Mu Huang’s Saint Heir; even the Little Divine Master—they’ve all managed to grab pillars!"
"Such a pity I’m not strong enough. Otherwise, I’d be up there fighting for a spot too!"
"You really have to know your limits. If you’re not absolutely sure, one misstep here and you’re dead! If you’re not totally confident, don’t even think about climbing up there!"
"......."
Lin Chang’sheng kept hearing these whispered conversations all around him.
"All I have to do is knock off one person, and I can enter the Enlightennt Hall!"
Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes flashed—he’d made up his mind and stepped forward.
He had the confidence to do it—after all, his physical body was as strong as soone at the middle stage of Golden Core, his Divine Sense matched that level, and his physical cultivation was still Foundation Establishnt. On top of that, he had a Golden Corpse at the peak of Early Stage Golden Core!
With that thought, Lin Chang’sheng flew forward on his blade, landing beside one of the outermost stone pillars. He looked at the middle-aged man on it—whose aura marked him as Foundation Establishnt Peak—and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, I challenge you. Draw your weapon!"
The man emitted a faint, refined aura. Judging by his clothes, he was likely from the Beimu Immortal Race.
Challenges were the rule here. As long as you had the strength, you could battle for a spot.
"Hahaha!"
"Looks like since I didn’t show off my strength, just any random stray dog thinks I’m easy pickings! Just Foundation Establishnt Sixth Layer and you dare challenge ? Co on, I’ll personally send you into reincarnation!"
Seeing Lin Chang’sheng actually challenge him, Yin Feng was furious.
As a Beimu Immortal Race cultivator at Foundation Establishnt Peak, he’d already had to kill seven challengers to keep his spot—and now this punk at Sixth Layer dared to co for him!
He knew he had to show his strength—or he’d keep getting challenged, and that would just drain his magical power dry.
If he used up too much magical power, the next ti soone ca, he really might get knocked off the pillar!
This Enlightennt Hall spot could boost his odds of Golden Core Formation by forty percent—there was no way he’d give it up!
"Holy shit! Is this kid insane? Just Foundation Establishnt Sixth Layer and he’s challenging Yin Feng? Yin Feng’s already killed three challengers!"
"Foundation Establishnt Sixth Layer? Isn’t he just going up there to die? Sigh!"
"Yin Feng has a powerful Talisman Treasure—he’s already taken out seven cultivators at the Ninth Layer and Peak! This kid could’ve picked anyone else, but he just had to ss with this reaper!"
"......."
When the crowd saw Lin Chang’sheng, a Sixth Layer Foundation Establishnt cultivator, challenge Yin Feng at the peak, everyone started whispering—most looked on with pity in their eyes.
A lot of those who’d already failed their own challenges looked on with glee. After all, if there were more losers like them, it helped them feel a little better about themselves.
"Hiss!"
Yin Feng glared at Lin Chang’sheng—as his hand flashed, a flying needle appeared in his grip. With a terrifying aura, it shot toward Lin Chang’sheng’s forehead like a bolt of lightning!
"He goes straight for a Talisman Treasure!"
Spotting the needle, Lin Chang’sheng narrowed his eyes. With his powerful Divine Sense, he’d already noticed it—and imdiately summoned his Saint Buddha Golden Body, throwing a punch straight at Yin Feng!
You had to know—
Lin Chang’sheng’s physical body was already on par with a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator!
That Talisman Treasure was at best thirty or forty percent as potent as a true Golden Core Stage Treasure!
How could it possibly break his defenses?
Boom!
The flying needle talisman treasure struck Lin Chang’sheng’s fist, erupting in a thunderous blast!
The needle rebounded instantly, bouncing back toward Yin Feng!
It flew even faster than when it was first shot!
"Hiss!"
The Talisman Needle zipped through Yin Feng’s throat like lightning, then darted onward into the distance!
"You... ngh..."
Yin Feng clutched his throat, his eyes wide, staring in disbelief at Lin Chang’sheng.
In that instant,
he felt his magical power drain away, his strength vanish, and he dropped to his knees on the pillar, tipping forward, his face contorted to the side, stone dead.
His wide eyes remained open, staring in unyielding death.
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