Chapter 861 Profound Destiny
Chapter 861: Chapter 861: Profound Destiny Chapter 861: Chapter 861: Profound Destiny “It’s done!” Fang Lin opened his eyes, a hint of joy in his gaze, for the martial arts originating from the Supreme Saint Hall had been thoroughly suppressed within it.
At the same time, Long Zhiming’s eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze carrying a trace of gloom, and there was a faint hint of anger visible.
Long Zhiming, who always kept his emotions hidden, showed some signs of losing composure as waves of rage surged in his heart.
“I’ve failed,” Long Zhiming thought angrily, the martial arts that had seemed within his grasp had vanished for some unknown reason.
This infuriated Long Zhiming, as the mysterious martial arts he had almost comprehended, and was seemingly at his fingertips, had inexplicably disappeared.
At this moment, some fragmentary memories of that mysterious martial arts still lingered in Long Zhiming’s mind, but they were useless, the crucial essence had not been acquired by Long Zhiming.
This feeling of being neither here nor there was particularly uncomfortable, and Long Zhiming felt like roaring out loud to vent his intense frustration.
“Big brother Zhiming, what’s wrong?” Several members of the Long Family, noticing Long Zhiming’s troubled expression, asked cautiously.
Long Zhiming snorted but said nothing, taking a deep breath, he completely suppressed his emotions.
“It’s nothing, continue your cultivation,” Long Zhiming said to them, and from his tone, no trace of emotion could be detected.
But to anyone perceptive, it was clear that Long Zhiming was suppressing his fury, because he was too calm, unnaturally so.
Though the members of the Long Family were worried and puzzled, they dared not ask any more, fearing they might provoke Long Zhiming.
On the other hand, Fang Lin simply smiled faintly, for only he knew what happened. The martial arts, which originated from the Supreme Saint Hall and were meant for Long Zhiming to deduce, had been snatched away by him due to his possession of the Supreme Saint Hall’s power.
As a result, Long Zhiming naturally came away with nothing. The fact that he didn’t erupt in a rage on the spot showed tremendous restraint.
Of course, Long Zhiming couldn’t possibly know what had happened, for if he did, he would probably be fighting Fang Lin to the death right now.
“Why do you have such a sly smile?” Dugu Nian asked Fang Lin, catching him off guard with her remark.
Fang Lin patted her forehead, saying, “Don’t talk nonsense; focus on your cultivation.”
Dugu Nian snorted and rubbed her forehead, but she continued to cultivate anyway.
Fang Lin then closed his eyes and began to deduce the mysterious martial arts he had obtained from Long Zhiming.
These were from the Supreme Saint Hall, a source of martial arts identical to what Fang Lin had.
Up to this point, Fang Lin had not started practicing any martial arts from the Supreme Saint Hall.
But now that he had time and nothing else to do, he decided to begin practicing the martial arts within the Supreme Saint Hall.
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. The people who were supposed to repair the array at the Wuji Battle Temple had arrived.
After the array was fixed, those outside were eager to enter the final hall.
One by one, they tried, but the number of people who could enter the array remained very few.
In the end, out of the forty-some people outside, only about a dozen more were allowed in; the rest were barred from entry.
With this, those who could enter the final hall had done so, and those who couldn’t were dejectedly returning to the Battle Spirit Temple and the Pressure Hall to temper themselves with the battle spirits and pressure.
And those who could enter the final hall felt incredibly fortunate. Even if they gained nothing within this last sanctuary, at least their aptitude was affirmed, and they would not lose face when they left.
As for whether one could obtain any Martial Arts inheritance in this ultimate hall, that was entirely a matter of personal luck.
Time slowly passed, and amongst those situated within the final hall, some entered meditation, achieving a profound state just like Long Zhiming did earlier.
Fang Lin was among them.
He was silently comprehending the Martial Arts of the Supreme Saint Hall, reaping tremendous benefits. Yet from the outside, it was impossible to tell.
Boom!
An invisible aura suddenly spread from within Fang Lin’s body. Although he tried to control it, he couldn’t contain it completely.
Those in the hall who hadn’t gained anything all looked toward Fang Lin with astonished and envious eyes.
Long Zhiming also opened his eyes, and seeing such a vigorous aura emanating from Fang Lin, his expression didn’t look too pleased.
He had almost received an extremely profound Martial Arts inheritance, but it had suddenly vanished. Now, for him to obtain any other Martial Arts inheritance was extremely difficult.
Elder Huang stood outside the hall, nodding slightly as he observed the conditions of those inside.
However, he was also puzzled by Long Zhiming’s situation. Previously, Long Zhiming clearly obtained a Martial Arts inheritance, so why did it mysteriously disappear later on?
Whereas now, it seemed that Fang Lin had gained a rather remarkable Martial Arts inheritance, judging from the powerful aura surging around him. Although a few others who had some gains also had strong auras, none were comparable to Fang Lin’s.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
The aura continuously circulated, hovering around Fang Lin as if forming a vortex, as though it wanted to draw everything in its vicinity into it.
This phenomenon was even more astonishing.
Fang Lin opened his eyes, and abruptly, the aura converged, preventing it from becoming even more intense.
“The Martial Arts of this Supreme Saint Hall are indeed mighty. I almost couldn’t control it,” Fang Lin said to himself, his face showing a hint of joy.
He had already comprehended one of the Martial Arts from within the Supreme Saint Hall, not the one snatched from Long Zhiming, but one that was inherently part of the Supreme Saint Hall.
More than half a month had passed, and Fang Lin had only learned one type of Martial Arts. Other types required a considerable amount of time, and there simply wasn’t enough time left for Fang Lin to learn them.
As for the others, Dugu Nian and Mo Yun seemed to have made some gains, each exuding an unusual aura.
But Ling Zhongri was consumed by gloom, having sat there for nearly a month without gaining anything. Watching others achieve their gains, Ling Zhongri felt like his lungs would explode with frustration.
Seeing Fang Lin emanating such a potent aura, he became even more furious, and his mind was completely overtaken by envy.
“Why is his luck always so good?” Ling Zhongri gritted his teeth. He had wanted to disrupt Fang Lin while he was in meditation, but he didn’t have the guts. If he had acted, Elder Huang outside would surely intervene, and then he would face severe punishment. Even the Ling Family might not be able to protect him.
When there were only five days left, Long Zhiming sensed something once more, and a golden seal quietly appeared on his forehead.
“This Long Zhiming truly has a deep fate with fortune. In the last few days, he received a Martial Arts inheritance again,” Elder Huang said, nodding upon seeing this.