Chapter 82: The Saint

"Transcending the boundary between Martial Spirit and Martial Monarch—is there really such a person?"

"Indeed, in the hundred years since the recovery of spirit energy, there has never been a Martial Dao practitioner who defeated a Martial Monarch while in the Martial Spirit realm, right?"

"No wonder Qian Wang transferred that quota to him. With such terrifying talent, I fear even Wu Wudi cannot compare to him, right?"

"Not only that, news has come that he seems to have snatched the Wutong Holy Tree from Black Eagle King, indirectly saving Qian Cheng!"

"Saving the entire Qian Cheng!"

"No wonder he could obtain that Qian Wang Peerless Order!"

Within the Saint City.

The sound of discussion was constant.

It was not just about the events that happened above the Yingbin Ge; even those with great supernatural powers knew a thing or two about what happened in Qian Cheng.

Stealing the Wutong Holy Tree!

Destroying the Martial Dao foundation of a King-realm Fierce Beast!

With such courage, it is no wonder his actions were so overbearing, not even giving the Saint City Wu Family the slightest bit of face!

In the room.

Lu Li did not know that he had already alarmed the entire Saint City.

He sat cross-legged!

His mind was constantly evolving!

Two phantom images fought fiercely!

Finally, after a hundred moves, the phantom representing him shattered with a boom.

"As expected, with my current combat power, even if I exhaust all my methods, I am still far from being a match for a Peak Martial Monarch!"

Lu Li murmured softly.

After returning to the room just now, he had been simulating the unfinished duel between himself and Wu Shenglie in his mind.

Thousands of attempts, and every single one ended in his defeat!

Facing a Peak Martial Monarch with a Martial Spirit!

The difference in cultivation was ultimately too great!

Although he had modified the Five Spirits Killing Array many times during this period, compensating for several flaws and increasing its power significantly, it still had little use in the face of absolute power!

As for the Heaven Origin Strike, if he could deduce two more meridians, perhaps he could win.

For now, he was still too far off!

The deduction of the Heaven Origin Strike became increasingly difficult the further he went.

Correspondingly!

Every time he opened another meridian, his power would increase exponentially. With the current power of the Heaven Origin Strike, if he could deduce two more, he should be able to rival a Peak Martial Monarch!

But the moment he fused his thousand-fold talent and found the four meridians, the deduction of the Heaven Origin Strike seemed to have reached its limit.

Trying to continue deducing the ninth, tenth, or even more meridians was almost impossible!

"It seems that if I want to deal with a Peak Martial Monarch, I must wait until I break through to the Martial Monarch realm."

Defeating a Martial Monarch with a Martial Spirit!

Breaking the boundary between Martial Spirit and Martial Monarch!

This was something that had never happened in the hundred years since the recovery of spirit energy!

Lu Li was currently only in the Martial Spirit realm, yet he was already considering dealing with a Peak Martial Monarch. If this were to spread, it would surely stun the entire Saint City!

However, Lu Li did not take these things to heart.

Martial Dao is about breaking limits and constantly becoming stronger!

His combat power had already reached this point, so naturally, he had to plan for the next step!

That Peak Martial Monarch!

Was the target he had to defeat next.

In the blink of an eye.

One day passed.

Deep within the Saint City, an ancient and vicissitudinous voice emerged. The voice lingered deep in the Saint City, suddenly spreading, and in an instant, it reached the ears of everyone in the Saint City, vibrating like a great bell, shaking their hearts.

"The Holy Tower is opening; everyone, come to pay your respects!"

In the Yingbin Ge.

Eight figures flew out one after another.

The moment they appeared, they turned into streams of light and headed toward the center of the Saint City.

At the same time!

In various parts of the Saint City, many figures also rose into the air and flew rapidly toward the center of the Saint City.

The Saint City was vast!

It was almost more than ten times larger than Qian Cheng!

From the Yingbin Ge to the center of the Saint City, even a Grandmaster would have to fly for more than three days!

But for a Martial Monarch.

It did not take much time.

A quarter of an hour later.

The eight people from the Yingbin Ge arrived one after another!

They all came from the Eight Cities, and apart from Lu Li, their cultivation had all reached the Martial Monarch level or above, possessing the supernatural power of shrinking the earth into an inch; naturally, their speed was far beyond that of ordinary Grandmasters.

However, when Ling Wushuang and the other seven saw Lu Li, they all revealed a strange look.

He had actually comprehended shrinking the earth into an inch as well!

Anyone who could comprehend shrinking the earth into an inch in the Martial Spirit realm definitely possessed extraordinary talent!

But thinking of what Lu Li had done above the Yingbin Ge!

They calmed down.

It was not surprising that someone who could break the boundary between Martial Spirit and Martial Monarch could achieve this level.

Lu Li ignored the eight of them.

Although the Eight Cities all belonged to the Saint City's barrier, resisting Fierce Beasts for the Saint City, experiencing life and death, and never retreating in a hundred battles—they were all heroes of the Human Race—they were currently in a competitive relationship, so naturally, he had no need to take the initiative to make friends.

Lu Li's gaze flickered.

He looked at a high tower not far ahead.

The high tower had twelve levels in total, was pitch black all over, and emitted a cold, metallic luster. It was clearly crafted from powerful metallic materials, seamless and cold, intimidating enough to make people afraid to get even half a step close!

"Is this the Holy Tower?"

Lu Li murmured twice, then withdrew his gaze and waited quietly.

A moment later.

All around, many more figures gradually arrived.

The Holy Tower was the residence of Yu Sheng and opened once a year. Although it was mainly to welcome people from the Eight Cities, there were no shortage of Martial Dao practitioners in the Saint City who wanted to pay their respects to the Saint.

Yu Sheng treated everyone equally.

When the Holy Tower opened, anyone could enter!

Gradually!

Two hours passed!

Outside the Holy Tower, nearly a hundred people had gathered.

When the last person's figure landed, the tower body, which was emitting a cold luster, suddenly erupted with an intense spiritual light. The spiritual light shone, spreading out with a boom, enveloping everything around the Holy Tower and turning it into a miraculous light and shadow.

Rumble!

After a violent tremor.

The gate on the first level of the Holy Tower opened, and the light and shadow on all sides flickered, like a receding tide, all submerging into the Holy Tower.

In less than a moment, the area around the Holy Tower was empty!

"This is..."

Inside a desolate space.

The figures of the crowd appeared.

The moment they entered, an intense pressure descended. The pressure was invisible and intangible, filling the entire space and enveloping everyone who had come in.

Lu Li felt that pressure, and his figure sank.

In just that brief moment!

He had already probed the intensity of the pressure on the first level of the Holy Tower!

That pressure transcended the Martial Spirit!

Below the Martial Spirit, one could be severely injured instantly!

"No wonder only a mere hundred people dared to come in!"

Lu Li murmured softly.

Yu Sheng!

The only Saint of the Human Race!

The Holy Tower where he resided should be the holy land of the entire Human Race. Every Martial Dao practitioner would want to enter and pay their respects. He had been wondering just now why only these hundred people had come when the Holy Tower opened.

Now he finally understood!

Below the Martial Spirit, one didn't even have the qualifications to step inside!

The Saint City was vast, and Martial Dao was flourishing. There were probably many above the Martial Spirit, but the Holy Tower opened every year, and the powerhouses in the city who had broken through above the Martial Spirit before last year had probably already been inside.

These hundred people should all be new breakthroughs who wanted to come in and experience it.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, a grand voice echoed continuously on the first level of the Holy Tower.

"Since you have entered, come on up."

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