Weapon Master

In the 9th level of the Golden Altar, Tang Huan woke up. But this time, not only was he not depressed, there was happiness in his eyes.    

Last time he entered the illusory space, Tang Huan practically didn't have the power to resist, but this time, Tang Huan at least moved a little.    

Although he was killed by the Stage Nine Golden Man in the end, he still made some progress.    

After a moment, Tang Huan sat down once again and calmed himself down. He closed his eyes slightly, and began to carefully think about the scene when he entered the illusionary space twice.    

He could faintly feel that the biggest difference between ninth ranked Martial Saint and him was the word "potential." If he did not comprehend the profoundness of this word, he was afraid that he would never be able to defeat the golden man in the Stage Nine.    

If he wanted to comprehend "Force", he would need to meticulously analyze the process of the advancement from Stage Eight Martial Lord to ninth ranked Martial Saint.    

Tang Huan had yet to experience this process, so extrapolating it wasn't an easy task. However, Tang Huan had already mentally prepared himself for a prolonged battle, so he was not anxious at all. As long as the general direction was correct, it would be equivalent to having a successful start.    

After a long while, Tang Huan stood up again.    

Not long after, his body was covered by a layer of golden light. However, in the time it took for two to three breaths, that light had already faded away.    

Following which, Tang Huan sat cross legged on the ground again    

In the solar space, there was no distinction between night and day.    

Tang Huan was already completely immersed within it. He stood up again and again, and sat down again and again. Inside the golden illusory space, Tang Huan had continuously failed ten, twenty, fifty times ? a hundred times ?    

"Hu!"    

In a flash of white light, a Celestial mage appeared on the seventh floor of the golden altar. It was a young man, clad in snow-white clothes, with snow-white wings covering his back. He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a jade-like face, delicate features, and skin as smooth and tender as a woman's.    

"Haha, this kid failed again."    

The moment he arrived at the seventh floor of the Golden Altar, the Celestial Clan man looked up. Seeing the golden flowing light on Tang Huan's body recede, he could not help but laugh out loud, "Seems like my chance is not small, I can pass this seventh floor and eighth floor's test in one go!"    

"This is simply a pipe dream."    

Not far away, a skinny blue clothed youth practically followed closely behind the Celestial Clan man as he stepped into the seventh floor. Upon hearing his words, he couldn't help but sneer, "Tang Huan has consecutively failed a hundred times on the ninth floor of the golden altar.    

"Of course."    

Hearing that, not only did the Celestial Clan man not get angry, he laughed out loud, "From the looks of the next few levels, the opponent of the ninth floor must be a Stage Nine Ranker. The reason why Tang Huan has repeatedly failed is because he knows nothing about the realm of ninth ranked Martial Saint of your human race. "    

"But I'm different."    

After a slight pause, the man continued, "I have long since been at the peak of the Eighth Rank, and have also heard many of my clan's experts explain the secrets of the Magic Saint s in detail. Once I enter the illusionary space of the ninth floor, once I fail two or three times at most, I will be able to adapt to the cultivation level of the Magic Saint s, and use my strongest power to defeat my opponent and ascend the peak of the Golden Altar. Unfortunately, I came here too late, if not, this Sun Spirit Body has nothing to do with Tang Huan. "    

"Don't break the cowhide." The blue clothed youth could not help but let out a cold snort, as he was extremely displeased with the Celestial Clan man's arrogant appearance.    

"Kid, keep your eyes open. Watch how my 'Profound Peak' catches up to Tang Huan and surpasses him." The Celestial Clan man laughed out loud and raised his hand to press against the golden figure on the wall in front of him.    

"Surpass Tang Huan? Ridiculous! "How laughable."    

The blue-clothed youth somewhat mockingly raised his brows. Even though the majority of his time was spent training within the "Ashen Feather Mystic Realm" of the Celestial Clan and he rarely visited Luo Fu World, his reputation was not weak. Many human Martial Warrior s knew that he was one of them.    

It was said that in the current "Azure Feather Mystic Realm", the strength of this Xuan Feng was only inferior to Qing Ying.    

In the Azure Feather Leaderboard of that secret realm, he was ranked second.    

If the one in the ninth level of the Golden Altar was some other human Martial Warrior, it might really be snatched away by the Xuan Peak, allowing them to have the chance to form the "Sun Spirit Body".    

But unfortunately, the one he met was Tang Huan.    

Amongst the human Heavenly Spirit Ranking, Tang Huan was only ranked twelfth, but when he rushed into the rankings, he was still only at the peak of the seventh step's Great Martial Master. Now that Tang Huan was already a Stage Eight Martial Lord, if he were to try to enter the Heavenly Spirit Ranking, he would definitely be able to rank in the top ten.    

Furthermore, what was most shocking to Tang Huan wasn't his cultivation level and strength, but his innate talent and comprehension ability.    

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Tang Huan to, in less than a year, go from an ordinary person who could not even cultivate true energy to a Stage Eight Martial Lord. Even if Tang Huan was blocked at the ninth level of the Golden Altar, Xuan Feng still wouldn't be able to win just because he said he would.    

In the ninth level of the Golden Altar, Tang Huan did not sense any movements from below at all.    

The moment he seemed to have awoken, Tang Huan habitually sat on the ground, cleared away all distracting thoughts, and began to summarize his gains and losses in the illusory space.    

He no longer counted how many times he had failed. When he was hungry, he would take a round fusion pill and continuously try, fail, ponder about it, try again, fail again. He would then continue to ponder about how happy Tang Huan was and how it would not tiring.    

Almost every time they failed, they would be able to hold on for a longer period of time.    

From his first failure upon entering the illusory space, to the last moment, he was able to endure for a dozen or so breaths of time. However, even so, Tang Huan was still unable to defeat him.    

Time flew, and the experts of the three races below continued to climb higher and higher until they reached the top of the golden altar.    

Currently, there were already three people who had arrived at the eighth level, and only seven people at the seventh level. As for the sixth level, there were already more than ten people and even more had arrived at the fifth level.    

"I understand!"    

Abruptly, Tang Huan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the ninth level of the Golden Altar opened his eyes, the joy on his face that was difficult to contain was revealed, "So this is the power of the ninth ranked Martial Saint. Force was naturally imposing manner. If an imposing manner was strong enough, it was completely possible to oppress others with force. In the face of such a powerful aura, some weaker opponents might not even have the courage to fight. "    

In the next moment, Tang Huan could not help but stand up and extend his arm towards the golden figure.    

However, before his palm could even touch the wall, a white figure suddenly appeared in the ninth level of the Golden Altar. It was a man with wings on his back and an extremely beautiful look on his face.