Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

Ye Han once again entered the inner hall.

Upon entering, he was immediately greeted by a strong stench of blood.

There lay four corpses, all dressed in the attire of Cycle Academy disciples, evidently having died not long ago.

Besides the ordinary stone tables and chairs, there was nothing else.

Ye Han could roughly guess the reason for the severe injuries sustained by Zhao Li and the others; they had fought their way into the Martial Tomb and had battled these three, so it was normal for them to be worn out.

"Zhao Li!"

Ye Han's pupils suddenly constricted.

Zhao Li's group had emerged as the ultimate victors, and among them, Zhao Li was the strongest.

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If there were any treasures, they were most likely on him.

With that thought, Ye Han immediately stepped out of the inner hall and approached Zhao Li's corpse.

The body was in tattered clothes, unlikely to conceal any treasures.

But upon observing Zhao Li again, Ye Han's gaze quickly settled on the middle finger of Zhao Li's left hand.

A ring!

A water-blue ring, engraved with patterns that Ye Han could not understand.

"An Inscription ring?"

Ye Han slapped his forehead and promptly removed it.

Having entered the Cycle Academy, Ye Han had come into contact with Inscription arrays and had gained some understanding from the Primordial Void Records.

The art of Inscription, though different from the path of martial arts, was incredibly magical.

With Inscriptions, one could condense various arrays, enhance weapons and armor, or carve special treasures like communication crystals and space rings, among others.

The ring on Zhao Li's body could very well be a space ring. Did it contain an inner space to store treasures?

A surge of divine power was immediately channeled into it...

Before Ye Han's eyes, the ring seemed to merge with him, as if it were an extension of his body.

With a single thought, he could sense everything within it.

"Who would have thought I'd come across such a treasure," Ye Han exclaimed excitedly. Indeed, it was a space ring.

In Flame City, even the City Lord was not privileged to possess such an item.

Among the Inner Disciples of the Academy, only a very few, including Zhao Li, had such a thing.

It was priceless!

At least for the current Ye Han, it was.

If Ye Han remembered correctly, a quick glance last time in the Academy's Treasure Gathering Hall revealed that purchasing a space ring required a whopping twenty million Vigor Pills.

This space ring would make things much more convenient for Ye Han in the future.

Inside the ring, the space was about the size of a room.

It contained several sets of clothes for changing, two ninth-tier beast cores, a demon core with a strong aura that likely belonged to a Qi Explosion Realm demon, and an ancient, worn book.

Beyond that, nothing!

In a word... poverty.

Ye Han was dumbfounded.

Where were the treasures?

Ye Han wanted to ask, where were the promised treasures?

Hadn't these people obtained the legacy of the ancient Martial Tomb?

"Let it be, greed knows no bounds," Ye Han sighed, feeling incredibly fortunate to have obtained the Inscription ring and several beast and demon cores.

In a few breaths, Ye Han had come to terms with everything and stepped forward to a pool of milky white liquid.

Instantly, a powerful force rebounded.

As if struck by an invisible arm, Ye Han felt his blood boil.

"What?"

Ye Han looked ahead with a mix of shock and uncertainty.

His gaze fixed on the skeleton seated on the central Throne.

The Nine Nether King?

"This seems to be the martial Qi array mentioned in the Primordial Void Records," Ye Han frowned.

On the path of martial arts, a peerless master could gather the three flowers atop the head and the five Qis towards the Yuan, breathe out Qi to form a solid, and communicate with heaven and earth to create a corresponding martial Qi array, a domain unique to oneself.

Within such a domain, the martial artist was innately invincible, and any opponent would be suppressed and weakened.

It was unexpected that after three thousand years of the Nine Nether King's death, the changes of time had not completely erased his martial Qi array.

No wonder Zhao Li and the others fought fiercely, risking life and death, yet never approached this pool of Earth Spirit Milk; they simply couldn't get close.

Ye Han's thoughts shifted rapidly, with countless ideas emerging.

"A martial Qi array contains the will of the martial artist!"

"If the Nine Nether King were alive, his presence would be terrifyingly invincible, beyond imagination. But having died three thousand years ago, although his martial Qi array has not been extinguished, it's unlikely to be at its peak."

Ye Han breathed in and out, uniting his inner and outer self, and immediately mobilized the Divine Bone within him.

With all his might, the essence of true dragons crazily circulated within him, forming whirlpools of Dragon Qi.

If an outsider were present, they would see Ye Han's body emitting bursts of golden light.

Bathed in the golden light, he seemed almost divine.

"Break for me!"

In such a state, Ye Han suddenly stepped forward with a firm stance.

He threw a punch into the void.

Striking at the Nine Nether King.

The rebounding force appeared again, shaking Ye Han's body.

But the same rebounding force could no longer inflict real damage on Ye Han.

"Again!"

After a slight adjustment, Ye Han struck once more, like a humanoid beast, with boundless strength.

The Nine Nether King had been dead for many years, and the martial imprint within his Qi array had long faded, with the martial will within it weak and fragile.

Even so, this Qi array should not have been breakable by a Divine Power Realm martial artist.

Even a Qi Explosion Realm expert like Zhao Li would have struggled to break through.

Ye Han was utilizing the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body, employing the will of the dragon to destroy the will of the Nine Nether King within the martial Qi array.

A quarter of an hour passed, and in an instant, a vacuum-like explosion sounded.

Ye Han's punch shattered an invisible barrier.

The skeleton of the Nine Nether King seated on the Throne suddenly collapsed.

The martial Qi array, shattered!

The moment the Qi array broke, an intense fragrance, tenfold, a hundredfold stronger, assailed the senses.

The pool of Earth Spirit Milk seemed as if it would evaporate and disappear.

Ye Han stepped forward, immersing himself in the center of the pool.

Crackling sounds ensued!

First, his bones began to split and transform again.

Then his flesh sizzled, undergoing indescribable tempering.

As the Earth Spirit Milk continuously entered his body, its essence and nutrients were all absorbed by Ye Han.

With every breath, he became more stable, his exhalations more robust.

With every moment, Ye Han's foundation was transforming, growing stronger.

His muscles and bones resonated, his flesh trembled!

A hidden power emerged from each acupoint, spreading through every meridian.

A metamorphosis!

This was a true metamorphosis!

On the foundation of the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body, on the old foundation of his flesh, blood, and bones, Ye Han was gradually completing a new transformation.

All impurities within his body disappeared, all hidden dangers vanished, as if reborn from the ashes, everything renewed!

Ye Han's eyes were clear, and with a glance, he could see the movements of an ant a hundred meters away.

His ears were so keen, he could hear any movement within a hundred miles.

This feeling was unprecedented!

This was truly... seeing in all directions and hearing all sounds!

Boom!

At the same time, Ye Han's Qi Sea exploded within him.

Deep within the Qi Sea, divine power roared, compressing, converging, transforming.

The fifth divine power was born!

Ye Han had finally reached the fifth level of the Divine Power Realm.

In the moment of breakthrough, a sharp light flickered in the depths of Ye Han's eyes.

His gaze, sharp and piercing, turned towards the entrance of the Martial Tomb.

At the other end of the passage, he heard the voice of a woman...

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