Chapter 3953: Unstoppable Forward

A large number of cultivators rushed towards this place, their expressions varied as they scrutinized the artifact spirits of the three Dharma artifacts.

A dazzling silver light shone from a certain level of the Qiankun Pagoda, and a disheveled figure flew out—it was Shen Xin.

His face was pale, his aura weak, and there was a horrifying, continuously bleeding wound on his left shoulder—he looked severely injured.

"Go to the Hall of Absolute Words and buy some healing elixirs to treat your wounds!" Yan Yinuo said with concern.

Shen Xin nodded and flew into the Hall of Absolute Words.

The cultivators looked at each other, their expressions growing tense.

Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal was injured attempting the trial, let alone cultivators below that realm.

"As you've seen, if you lack sufficient ability, don't attempt the Qiankun Pagoda. His situation is still relatively good," the silver-robed youth said.

"I would like to try, Senior," a burly, golden-robed man stepped forward and said. Judging by his aura, he possessed the cultivation of a True Immortal at the Grand Perfection Stage.

"If you want to attempt the trial, go in. Don't try to play tricks with me. A Golden Immortal is a Golden Immortal. Don't think that by using a secret technique to suppress your cultivation to that of a Golden Immortal, I won't be able to tell," the silver-robed youth glared at the golden-robed man and said.

The golden-robed man gave an awkward smile and flew into the Qiankun Pagoda.

A ball of five-colored lightning lit up in the sky, revealing Murong Yurong's figure, her body enveloped by countless five-colored electric arcs.

"The Dharma artifact, Qiankun Pagoda!" Murong Yurong exclaimed excitedly.

The artifact spirit of the Qiankun Pagoda glanced at Murong Yurong but said nothing. Murong Yurong flew into the Qiankun Pagoda and began her trial.

Inside the Qiankun Pagoda, Wang Ruyan stood above a vast, boundless glacier, with countless white snowflakes drifting down from high above and biting winds blowing in gusts. A giant, entirely white, was attacking Wang Ruyan. The white giant's facial features were indistinct, its body enormous, yet it moved with great agility.

Wang Ruyan frowned slightly. Relying on her perfected minor Law, she had advanced irresistibly, reaching the fifth trial. Her opponent in this trial was a first-grade Immortal Artifact Master, using a grand formation against her.

A dazzling red light shone from Wang Ruyan's glabella, and the True Sight of Leaving Fire manifested. She could clearly see a faint, shimmering white light in the northwest corner.

Wang Ruyan clapped her right hand towards the void, and a piercing immortal melody rang out. A gigantic blue palm, covered in recondite musical notes, flew out and struck the white giant, causing its body to instantly explode.

The blue giant palm flew directly towards the location of the white light, striking the glacier. The glacier shattered, revealing a white, shimmering flying sword, which then shattered.

The perfected minor Law of Sound was something a low-grade immortal artifact simply could not withstand.

The scenery before her changed, and Wang Ruyan appeared above a vast grassland. An elegant, handsome old man in a green robe stood on a small mound.

Wang Ruyan unleashed a blue sound wave that shot straight towards the green-robed elder.

Wherever the blue sound wave passed, the sky seemed to collapse and the earth sink, with thick, long cracks appearing on the ground. Just as the green-robed elder was about to evade, Wang Ruyan said, "Sir, you might as well surrender!"

Her voice echoed continuously in the green-robed elder's ears. The green-robed elder's face twisted in pain; he clutched his head with both hands as various discordant sounds filled his ears, and the surroundings before him became blurred.

A gigantic blue palm came striking straight at him, effortlessly piercing through the green-robed elder's protective spiritual light, and struck his body. He instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The scenery before her changed once more, and Wang Ruyan appeared above a vast, boundless sea. Here, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed with thunder, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

Rumbling thunder rang out, and thick silver lightning bolts tore through the sky, striking towards Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan conjured a blue-glowing shield, which blocked the descending silver lightning.

On the other side, in a hazy, gray space, there was a large pile of white bones on the ground.

Wang Changsheng stood on the ground, his brows slightly furrowed. Opposite him stood a portly old man in a red robe.

He had successively passed eight trials and was now on the ninth. His opponent cultivated both magic and physical body, was skilled in ghost-expelling techniques, and possessed the cultivation of a True Immortal at the Grand Perfection Stage.

As the number of trials increased, the strength of the enemies also grew. All enemies possessed the cultivation of a True Immortal at the Grand Perfection Stage, being either Spirit Controllers, Immortal Talisman Masters, Immortal Formation Masters, or proficient in poison arts.

A large number of ghosts swarmed towards Wang Changsheng from all directions, with as many as ten True Immortal-level ghosts among them.

A dazzling blue light shone from Wang Changsheng's glabella, and a blue eye materialized—it was the Lapis Lazuli True Eye.

He formed a hand seal, and the Lapis Lazuli True Eye emitted a divine lapis lazuli light, enveloping the ghosts. As the ghosts tried to evade, thick yellow chains shot out from the ground, entangling their bodies.

When the divine lapis lazuli light touched the ghosts, they all began to emit wisps of green smoke, their bodies becoming faint and indistinct. A gigantic blue fist swept forth, effortlessly crushing the ghosts' bodies.

The blue giant fist flew directly towards the red-robed elder, moving exceptionally fast.

The red-robed elder attempted to evade, but a gigantic blue cage instantly appeared, trapping him inside. The red-robed elder formed a hand seal, and a dazzling bloody light shone from his chest, revealing a monstrous demon face. He severed his right hand and threw it to the demon face, which devoured it.

The demon face let out a piercing wail, and crimson spikes grew from the red-robed elder's body. His body rapidly expanded, transforming him into a ferocious crimson wraith with a green face and fangs. His severed arm regrew, but it was merely a withered, blood-red ghost claw.

A massive red blade of light shot out from its glabella, striking the blue cage and shattering it to pieces.

Two gigantic yellow hands emerged from underground, grasping the crimson wraith's legs. It simultaneously spewed a stream of crimson flames that landed on the yellow hands, and its right ghost claw transformed into a fist, meeting the blue giant fist.

After a piercing wail, the crimson wraith was smashed into a cloud of blood mist by the blue giant fist.

The perfected minor Law of Strength possessed immense power. Even with the man having merged with the ghost, it couldn't withstand the blow.

The scenery before him changed, and Wang Changsheng appeared on a vast, boundless white glacier. A large number of white snowflakes drifted down with the wind, and the temperature was terrifyingly low.

Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn. This was the final trial. If he passed this trial, he would be first place. He also wanted to see what divine abilities this person possessed to become the number one True Immortal.

The second-place red-robed elder had mastered four special Laws and one ordinary Law. He wondered if the first-place individual would possess five special Laws or perhaps even a Supreme Law.

A piercing sword hum rang out, and thirty-six white-glowing flying swords shot forth, moving exceptionally fast.

Wang Changsheng was not careless. He summoned a white-glowing long staff, gave it a sudden shake, and numerous staff shadows swept out, meeting the attack.

A series of clanging sounds of metal striking metal rang out, and the thirty-six white flying swords flew backward, encircling Wang Changsheng. They trembled slightly, emitting piercing sword hums.

"A sword formation!" Wang Changsheng frowned.

The thirty-six white flying swords rapidly spun, and streaks of sharp white sword qi swept out. Simultaneously, white tornadoes appeared, heading straight for Wang Changsheng.