Chapter 1131

"I'll test my strength again—test my strength once more!"

Under Fang Yu's gaze, Luo Feng entered the testing chamber; his right arm sliced through space, accelerating in rapid succession, and in an instant, his hammer-like fist slammed into the punching target.

"Boom~~"

The punching target lurched violently backward before rebounding.

A low tone sounded, and the display of the punch-force tester immediately showed a line of numbers:

"18000kg."

"So I've reached the third level of Nine Thunder Blades!"

Joy lit up Luo Feng's face.

Last time he used the second level of Nine Thunder Blades, he struck with 12928kg of force; now that his realm had broken through to the third level, he immediately delivered 18000kg—imagine how much more force he could unleash if his physical strength increased further!

"Good. Your name is Luo Feng, correct? Your insight is exceptional—you may enter my Wendaogong."

Fang Yu's voice reached Luo Feng's ears.

"Yes, thank you, Elder."

Upon hearing Fang Yu's voice, Luo Feng's face immediately brightened with joy—he knew his rapid breakthrough to the third level of Nine Thunder Blades was due to that bell-and-drum-like sound that calmed his mind, allowing him to comprehend the third level while in profound inner stillness.

Inner stillness is vital, especially for swordsmanship. But achieving such a state is no easy feat; most can only enter it briefly at specific moments, yet beneath the bell-and-drum sound, he remained in it for a long while.

Clearly, this Dao Master's mystery is extraordinary.

If he enters Wendaogong, his strength will surely improve dramatically.

"Entering my Wendaogong requires no special conditions—I impose no restrictions on you. Do as you wish, though respect for your master and the Dao must be maintained."

Fang Yu, seeing a second disciple enter his Wendaogong, smiled slightly, "Now let's see if any other geniuses appear—if so, Wendaogong will become a little livelier."

"Yes."

Luo Feng's heart remained filled with joy; he now eagerly anticipated what he might learn in Wendaogong.

In past days, his cultivation had come solely from his own efforts; with a master, perhaps his progress could accelerate greatly.

Especially this master, who seemed to impose no restrictions on his movements—this stirred even greater joy within him.

Only such a sect truly resembles a Dao sect.

"I must keep striving, slay more beasts, so I can buy the fourth and fifth-level secret manuals of Nine Thunder Blades."

Luo Feng suppressed his joy and resumed cultivation.

"Speaking of it, these warriors truly work hard—it reminds me of 'killing one's life to cultivate.'"

After Luo Feng resumed practice, Fang Yu turned his gaze to other warriors—all trained with intense diligence; some practiced sword techniques, striking blow after blow, each strike imbued with insight; others trained spear techniques, pouring every ounce of their spirit into each thrust, seeking to perceive the depth and subtlety of spear art in every motion.

In comparison, Fang Yu felt his cultivation of the Three Thousand Great Dao seemed almost easy—especially the fusion of the Three Thousand Great Dao with Xu Yuan Qi, for his senior sister had intervened; all he needed was to 'spend his life,' and he could reach perfection within a few breaths.

Different worlds differ; different people differ; the cost of cultivating a divine art or secret manual varies accordingly.

Then again, if he cultivated a divine art in the Eternal Life Realm—like Qunxing Sect's Star Mie Xie—for a thousand years, he'd never rise to prominence before the eight-billion-strong Divine Clan sacrificed the entire Yellow Great World, and he'd surely die a violent death.

Geniuses naturally have their own methods of cultivation.

Many warriors were seeking enlightenment, but few grasped new truths—yet one young man, Deng Jian, who trained in "Xing Mie Xie," the spear art created by Hong, had managed to reach the second level of this art, catching Fang Yu's attention.

Thus, in this supply base, Wendaogong recruited three disciples.

Mentalist, Yan Ruxue.

Nine Thunder Blades, third level, Luo Feng.

Xing Mie Xie, second level, Deng Jian.

Three warriors entered Fang Yu's sight and became disciples of Wendaogong.

At that moment, Fang Yu's gaze turned to the edge of the supply base—another aircraft had arrived, and a man stepped out.

The man wore black attire, stood a head taller than ordinary people, and when he appeared, he seemed like a long spear ready to pierce the heavens.

With one step out of the Cang Sect, the young man's gaze swept outward, immediately noticing something unusual; the next instant, his figure arrived at the supply base, seeing Fang Yu and the many warriors still in enlightenment.

All warriors at that moment felt as if a sun had suddenly appeared before them—or as if the newcomer radiated a terrifying devouring force capable of swallowing their spirits; in an instant, many felt plunged into endless darkness, unable to see anything around them.

They immediately felt panic.

Yet the next moment, the boundless darkness vanished—only a single figure remained, glowing like a sun.

"Hong?"

"Has the First Human, Elder Hong, arrived?"

"It truly is Elder Hong! Heaven, I've actually had the fortune to meet Elder Hong here!"

All warriors could hardly believe it; their faces showed shock and excitement, for they now recognized—the strange phenomenon moments ago had been caused by Earth's First Human, the greatest human warrior: Hong.

With the arrival of this First Human, everyone felt their blood boil and their spirits surge; every soul rose in heartfelt worship toward Hong.

Human society endured only because of Hong's existence; without him, humanity would long ago have been wiped out by those terrifying beasts.

In past eras, Earth spawned colossal monsters—each one beyond the power of ordinary humans to resist; even entire armies of warriors could not stand against such titans—until Hong, Lei Shen, appeared and enabled humanity to resist these titans.

They were the pinnacle of human combat power, the anchors holding back the sea of destruction.

Now that the anchor had arrived, no one was not joyful, not thrilled.

Yet Hong's gaze did not turn to the warriors worshipping him—he looked straight at Fang Yu.

In that single glance, Hong felt as if he saw countless things, countless mysteries.

Though the legendary Dao Master's origin remained unknown, his arrival had indeed shaken Hong to his core.

In his past, Hong had faced the Beast Emperor and encountered mysterious entities not of Earth—each capable of threatening his life—but never had any being instilled in him such overwhelming dread.

That Daoist merely stood there, yet Hong's heart swelled with an unbreakable sense of defeat—even his inner intuition whispered that he must not disrespect this Daoist.

To Hong, this Daoist felt like a celestial immortal, a Dao Ancestor descending from heaven—like Tai Shang Lao Jun, or Tai Bai Jin Xing, or Dong Hua Shang Xian, or other mythic figures he could no longer recall.

Such a being could never be defeated, yet having descended to walk among mortals, he seemed to pose no threat to humanity.

"I'd heard a Dao Master had arrived here; today, I finally understand what a celestial exile from heaven truly looks like."

The man in black spoke to Fang Yu. "My name is Hong."

"Fang Yu."