Chapter 860 Homologous Martial Arts
Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Homologous Martial Arts Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Homologous Martial Arts This time, Fang Lin did not meet any resistance and very smoothly stepped into the final hall.
After Fang Lin entered, those both outside and inside felt extremely astonished, some even failing to realize what had happened.
“What’s going on? Could it be that the array has been restored?” someone wondered in surprise, immediately stepping forward to give it a try.
But the result was still the same; no one could enter, and the array’s obstructive power remained intact.
At that point, many people were thoroughly confused, including Elder Huang, who couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. The array was indeed malfunctioning, by all logic no one should have been able to enter, so how come Fang Lin suddenly did?
Let alone the astonishment of those outside, among the dozen or so people inside the great hall, all eyes were on Fang Lin, with varying expressions, except for Long Zhiming.
Dugu Nian and Mo Yun were naturally delighted. Fang Lin nodded at them before his gaze shifted to Long Zhiming, who appeared to be deep in meditation.
The warmth in the palm of his hand persisted, even growing stronger, and the source that seemed to cause the Supreme Saint Hall to react appeared to be Long Zhiming.
“There is something strange about this place,” Fang Lin thought to himself, and sat down cross-legged next to Dugu Nian and Mo Yun.
“Continue cultivating and strive for some gains,” Fang Lin said to them.
Both of them nodded and immersed themselves back into cultivation.
Fang Lin closed his eyes, his consciousness communicating with the Supreme Saint Hall, hoping to leverage its power to see through the mysteries of this place.
Meanwhile, outside the hall, everyone was getting anxious. They kept trying to enter the last hall, but still, not a single person was able to step inside.
Fang Lin’s entry was utterly inexplicable, filling those people with envy and jealousy, some even suspecting that Fang Lin might be a descendant of some important figure from the Pill Alliance, hence the special privilege.
Elder Huang went to inspect the array again. Indeed, it had not been restored and was still malfunctioning, yet Fang Lin could walk in, which was somewhat unexpected.
“This young man must have an incredible opportunity,” Elder Huang could only remark.
The faces of the Zhu and Xu families darkened, having previously mocked Fang Lin for not being able to enter the last hall. Now, he had so casually walked in, while they were still stuck outside, unable to get in at all.
“Damn it! Why is this kid always so lucky!” The Zhu and Xu families could only console themselves, attributing Fang Lin’s success to luck.
Yet such luck was truly enviable.
Inside the grand hall, Ling Zhongri’s gaze flickered. He had been thrilled beyond measure to see Fang Lin blocked by the array just moments before, barely able to contain himself.
Now that Fang Lin had entered, it left Ling Zhongri feeling quite uncomfortable.
“Hmph! Even if you can enter, whether you gain anything in this final hall also depends on personal chance. If luck isn’t on your side, then entering is as good as not,” Ling Zhongri said to himself coldly.
However, despite his words, Ling Zhongri was worried about himself. If he were to be the person who left without any gains, it would be extremely embarrassing.
Not just Ling Zhongri, at this moment, others within the grand hall all harbored the same worry, fearing they might leave with nothing.
Among them, one stood out as most extraordinary, that was Long Zhiming.
While everyone else had their own thoughts, Long Zhiming had already fallen into an enigmatic state, unable to hear any noise or feel the presence of others.
Before his eyes was only a blurred shadow, seated cross-legged opposite him, seemingly speaking to him, but Long Zhiming could not make out the voice.
In such a mystical state, Long Zhiming felt that something seemed to be gradually emerging in his mind, likely a form of immensely powerful martial arts.
Although he could not sense the outside world, his consciousness and inner self were very clear and calm; Long Zhiming knew that he had begun to receive the martial arts inheritance from this final temple.
Without any surprise or joy, Long Zhiming believed this was his due right; in this Wuji Battle Temple, he was the one most qualified to receive everything.
Even Fang Lin, in Long Zhiming’s eyes, was just a weakling; he had his own confidence and strength.
Bang!
Suddenly, a surging aura burst forth from Long Zhiming’s body, startling all the people around him into turning their heads.
“What a terrifying presence! Has Big Brother Zhiming already gained something?” Long Xunhai said with a shocked expression.
Although uncertain, judging by the look of Long Zhiming, he indeed seemed to be comprehending an extremely formidable martial arts, which was why such a powerful aura inadvertently leaked out.
“How can this guy be so powerful?” Dugu Nian furrowed her brows and said.
At that moment, even Fang Lin had to admit that Long Zhiming was indeed astonishing; having entered this final temple not long before, he had already begun to receive the martial arts inheritance, while the others could not grasp even the slightest clue, the disparity was indeed quite significant.
“This place is not the Supreme Saint Hall, but it is somewhat related to it, and contains a martial art from the Supreme Saint Hall,” Fang Lin thought to himself, having almost entirely understood the situation through the resonance with the Supreme Saint Hall.
“Martial arts from the Supreme Saint Hall? Since I am a descendant of the Supreme Saint Hall, I can’t let you obtain it so easily,” Fang Lin looked at Long Zhiming, a smile forming on his lips, then he communicated with the Supreme Saint Hall once again.
Fang Lin intended to use the existence of the Supreme Saint Hall to attract the martial arts imprint lingering in this place.
However, whether it would work, Fang Lin was not certain, but there was no other method to try at the moment.
“Hmm?” Long Zhiming suddenly felt that the figure seated cross-legged before him had become much dimmer, and the voice that had been constantly ringing out was now intermittent, as if about to disappear at any moment.
This affected Long Zhiming’s reception of the martial arts inheritance.
“What’s going on?” Long Zhiming wondered anxiously in his heart, but he could do nothing except worry internally.
“It’s working!” Fang Lin was secretly delighted. After his consciousness communicated with the Supreme Saint Hall and provoked a hint of the Hall’s aura, it indeed attracted the martial arts inheritance existing in the obscure.
Perhaps due to their shared origin, a vague figure immediately appeared within Fang Lin’s Supreme Saint Hall.
“That’s it!” Upon seeing it, Fang Lin immediately activated the Supreme Saint Hall and suppressed the blurry figure at once.
The figure realized something was amiss and tried to flee, but it was too late. It was merely the incarnation of a martial arts imprint, whereas the Supreme Saint Hall contained multiple martial arts and shared the same origin’s aura, allowing it to easily suppress it.