"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Fang Chen chuckled. Instantly, Jian Wuhong, who was in shock, lost her composure. Her face flushed red.
"Why are you here?"
Jian Wuhong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Fang Chen.
"I heard you were in danger, so I came," Fang Chen said frankly.
Jian Wuhong's face turned even redder, but she was happy inside.
"Let's go. Let's leave this place first," Fang Chen said.
Jian Wuhong shook her head.
"There's an inheritance on the ninth floor."
"Oh, let's go take a look."
With that, the three of them entered the ninth floor of the Sword Demon Pagoda.
Buzz.
As soon as they entered the ninth floor, they felt an endless amount of sword qi.
The image of an old man appeared in the air.
"I didn't expect three people to come at once." The old man stared at Fang Chen and the other two and chuckled.
"You are?" Tie Yizun asked.
"I'm the spirit of the Sword Demon Pagoda. Master left his inheritance here for me to guard and wait for the fated one."
The old man said, "Now, the three of you are the fated ones. However, my master's inheritance can only choose one person."
The old man looked at the three of them thoughtfully.
When he noticed Fang Chen, his expression changed.
"You two, think about it. Who will accept my master's inheritance?"
The old man pointed at Jian Wuhong and Tie Yizun, ignoring Fang Chen.
"Why can't Senior Brother Fang accept the inheritance?" Tie Yizun asked.
"This kid has the aura of an almighty from the God Realm. He clearly received an even more powerful inheritance. He doesn't need my master's inheritance." The old man sighed.
Although he was an artifact spirit, he had seen the world with his master.
He could tell that Fang Chen was extraordinary at a glance.
Fang Chen curled his lips.
"You two can discuss it. I have no objections." He walked to the side and sat down.
After thinking for a moment, Tie Yizun said, "Miss Wuhong, how about this? Let's both try. Whoever can accept the inheritance will be the one to take it."
Jian Wuhong nodded.
"You go first."
"Sit on the futon and sense carefully."
The old man waved his hand, and a yellow futon appeared out of thin air.
Jian Wuhong sat on top of it and began to sense it.
The Sword Qi of the ninth level continued to surge forth.
An hour later, Jian Wuhong opened her eyes.
She shook her head helplessly. It seemed that this inheritance was not suitable for her.
"Kid, it's your turn," the old man said.
Tie Yizun sat on a praying mat.
As soon as he sat down, the praying mat became extremely excited, as if an old friend that he had been waiting for a long time had finally appeared.
Seeing this, Fang Chen nodded.
It seemed that Tie Yizun had been recognized.
Tie Yizun himself was a genius of the Sword Dao. In just two hours, he had completely accepted the inheritance.
Boom
The moment he completely accepted the inheritance, Tie Yizun's cultivation had reached the second level of the Creation Realm.
"Congratulations Brother Tie."
Fang Chen stood up and apologetically congratulated him.
Tie Yizun was very happy. It was as if a meat pie had fallen from the sky and smashed into him.
He had never thought of obtaining an inheritance. Just like that, he had obtained one in a daze. Furthermore, his cultivation had increased by one level.
In the Creation Realm, every increase in level required one to seize the fortune of the heavens and earth. It was extremely difficult.
"Hehe."
Tie Yizun smiled honestly.
"Not bad."
The old man said, "From now on, you are my master's only disciple. If one day, you can step into the Divine Realm, you must avenge my master."
"Disciple greets Master."
Tie Yizun knelt in front of the praying mat.
Buzz.
The praying mat slowly turned as if it was communicating with Tie Yizun.
Crack.
After a long time, the praying mat shattered, and the fragments drilled into Tie Yizun's body.
The Artifact Spirit also disappeared.
"Who is the owner of the Sword Demon Pagoda?" Fang Chen asked.
"My master is called Emperor Demonic Sword. He was killed by another Emperor," Tie Yizun said.
Fang Chen nodded and did not ask any more questions.
"Since you have accepted the inheritance, let's go."
"Senior Brother Fang, I can now control the Sword Demon Pagoda," Tie Yizun said.
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed.
Below the Sword Demon Pagoda, deep underground.
Torvosaurus had been waiting. He was a little worried about the safety of Fang Chen and Tie Yizun.
"Damned light barrier!" Torvosaurus said unhappily.
However, just as he was complaining, the light barrier flickered.
Fang Chen and Tie Yizun appeared.
"You're back!" Torvosaurus was overjoyed.
"Let's go. We'll talk after we get out."
With the help of the Little Mouse, the group quietly left the Sword Demon Pagoda and appeared outside.
"The most important thing right now is to find out about Murong Bing's whereabouts," Fang Chen said.
"I'll go find out."
The Little Mouse disappeared.
This time, the Little Mouse walked for three days and three nights before returning exhausted.
"How is it?" Fang Chen asked.
"Boss, the Multihand Race has captured many Yuan Spirits. It seems they want to open the Ancestral Altar." The Little Mouse brought back important news.
"Open the Ancestral Altar!"
This piece of news shocked everyone.
This method was similar to a sacrifice.
Once the Ancestral Altar was opened, Murong Bing's Yuan Spirit would definitely disappear.
Even a Life and Death Emperor would have a hard time reviving her.
Thinking of this, Tie Yizun lost his composure.
"Where's the Ancestral Altar? We'll go now!" Tie Yizun said anxiously.
Fang Chen gently pressed down on Tie Yizun and said, "Brother Tie, we're also very anxious, but we can't act on impulse. If we're careless, we'll harm Murong Bing."
"Right, listen to Senior Brother Fang. Don't act rashly." Torvosaurus nodded.
Jian Wuhong was silent.
"The upper echelons of the Multihand Race are very strong. If we fight head-on, we have no chance of winning."
Fang Chen analyzed, "However, I have a supreme treasure that can resist the attacks of high level Creation Realm martial artists."
"You guys hide in my spatial supreme treasure. I'll head to the Multihand Race's Ancestral Altar alone and wait for an opportunity to rescue Murong Bing's Yuan Spirit. Then, we'll take the Star Field Dragon Boat and leave." Fang Chen explained his plan.
The reason he dared to charge into the Multihand Race's base so recklessly was because he had something to rely on.
With the combination of the Dark Demonic Wheel and the Star Field Dragon Boat, no one could stop him unless they were Life and Death Realm Monarchs.
However, to use the Dark Demonic Wheel, he had to plan a series of contingencies.
Once the Dark Demonic Wheel was used, it would exhaust all his strength.
"We can't let Senior Brother Fang take the risk alone." Torvosaurus said.
Fang Chen shook his head.
"You guys stay in the Star Field Dragon Boat. There's something important you need to do." Fang Chen said.
After Fang Chen's persuasion, Tie Yizun and the other two agreed to this plan.
Fang Chen summoned the Star Field Dragon Boat and had the three enter the control room.
"When I summon the Star Field Dragon Boat, the three of you will take turns controlling it."
Fang Chen pointed his finger, and three rays of light drilled into the three's minds.
"This is the method to control the Star Field Dragon Boat. Remember it well. As for the spirit stones, they're in the cabin next door." Fang Chen reminded.
"Senior Brother Fang, don't worry. We won't let you down."
After arranging everything, Fang Chen disguised himself as a member of the Multihand Race and went to the Ancestral Altar alone.
Along the way, he kept communicating with the Little Mouse and finally found out where the Ancestral Altar was.
There was a towering mountain in the ruins.
The Multihand Race called this mountain Duo Mountain.
It meant the sacred mountain of the Multihand Race.
Today, the Multihand Race was going to summon the Ancestral Altar on Duo Mountain.
At the peak of Duo Mountain.
The leader of the Multihand Race, a ninth level Creation Realm expert, stood quietly.
He was wearing a battle robe and had a terrifying aura.
There were many priests standing behind him.
Each of these priests had a ball of Primordial Spirit light in their hands.
There were a total of 49 balls of light.
"Leader, the materials are ready. We can summon the Ancestral Altar now." One of the elders of the Multihand Race said.
When the people below heard this, they were extremely excited.
Once the Ancestral Altar was summoned, the branch of the Multihand Race would be protected forever.
By then, the human race would be nothing.
The leader nodded and came to the black altar.
He waved his hands and a strange aura spread out.
"Primordial Spirit ready."
"Primordial Spirit ready."
The 49 elders of the Multihand Race held the Primordial Spirit light in their hands and said in unison.
This was a sacred moment, a moment that belonged to the Multihand Race.
On Duo Mountain, countless members of the Multihand Race were praying.
"We pray for the blessings of our ancestors. Let the Ancestral Altar descend and protect the people of the Multihand Race." Everyone was chanting.
When Fang Chen arrived at Duo Mountain, the Ancestral Altar summoning ceremony had already begun.
He quickly climbed up Duo Mountain. Everyone's attention was on the Ancestral Altar and did not notice Fang Chen at all.
Fang Chen disguised himself as a member of the Multihand Race and observed carefully.
"49 Primordial Spirit light balls."
Fang Chen said to himself. He had already discovered Murong Bing's light ball.
"Oh no, it's at the front."
Fang Chen knew that things were not good. He discovered that Murong Bing's Primordial Spirit was at the front.
The other Primordial Spirit light balls had a layer of black halo.
Only Murong Bing's Primordial Spirit light ball had white ripples and seemed very pure.
"Primordial Spirit Sacrifice."
After the leader chanted for a while, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice.
Immediately, the 48 Primordial Spirit light balls quickly left the elder's palm and flew to the black altar, gradually fusing together.
Whoosh!
The leader made a move and forcefully merged the 48 Primordial Spirit light balls together.
Suddenly, miserable cries could be heard.
"Ancestral Altar, please listen to the call of your people."
The leader devoutly held the Primordial Spirit light balls in his hands and placed them on the black altar.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky and terrifying lightning bolts whistled.
The Primordial Spirit light balls were directly absorbed by the black altar.
Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
The leader chanted an incantation.
After the black altar absorbed the Primordial Spirit light balls, light flowed and it seemed that the Ancestral Altar had awakened.
"Ancestral Altar, please listen to the call of your people."
The leader shouted loudly.
Immediately, he waved his hand and placed Murong Bing's purest Primordial Spirit in his palm.
The ceremony had already begun and could not be stopped.
"Oh no."
At this critical moment of life and death, Fang Chen could not care so much anymore.
He used the Space-Time True Intent and traveled through space.
With incredible speed, he quickly arrived on the black altar and seized Murong Bing's Primordial Spirit while the leader was still in a daze.
"Human!"
With the ceremony interrupted, the leader regained his senses and roared furiously.
"Damned human, interrupting the ceremony of our Multi-Hand Race."
The leader's aura fluctuated as he waved his hand. An extremely powerful attack quickly rushed towards Fang Chen.
Bang!
Caught off guard, the perfect Sword Body took the leader's attack head-on.
Puchi!
Fang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale as he took a few steps back.
He held Murong Bing's Primordial Spirit in his hand and his cold voice spread throughout the entire mountain.
"If you take one more step forward, I will crush this Primordial Spirit."
Fang Chen's threat made the leader very wary.
On the many mountains, many Multihand Race members glared at Fang Chen furiously. They wanted to tear him into pieces.
Roar!
The Multi-Hand Race roared furiously.
Summoning the Ancestral Altar was the most sacred ceremony of the Multi-Hand Race, but it was destroyed by the human.
Rumble!
The lightning in the sky continued to bombard the black altar.
The light patterns that had appeared were gradually disappearing.
This was the sign that the Ancestral Altar was sleeping.
"No!" The leader roared furiously as he stared at Fang Chen with bloodshot eyes.
"Give me the Primordial Spirit light balls."
The summoning of the Ancestral Altar was only one step away. If they failed, their branch would never be qualified to summon the Ancestral Altar.
They could not fail. They could only succeed.
Who would have thought that the human would come and cause trouble at this critical moment?
"Kid, give me the Primordial Spirit light balls and I can spare your life."