The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 273 Breaking the Stalemate [Part 1]

Thinking of this, Feng Ling carefully sensed the area. When he detected a trace of the magic jade's aura remaining here, his eyes suddenly flashed: "As expected, this is the Eighth Ring area!"

A strange light appeared in Feng Ling's eyes. The test of the ninth ring was actually set within the eighth ring. If he succeeded in breaking through the barrier, he could descend from the void to the next level of the barrier to accept the test. If he failed, he would have to start all over again!

"A combination of five Feng Shui secret techniques—is this the test of the Nine Rings Barrier? Perhaps breaking through this barrier will be difficult for the people of this continent, but for me, it's as good as nothing!"

Looking at the bloody scene below and listening to the shrill screams, Feng Ling sneered. He finally understood that the intruders were pawns, while the challengers were the chess players, there to break this deadlock.

Of course, some powerful pieces can reach the endgame, but a piece is still just a piece. Its purpose is to present unpredictable events to the player, but it has no chance to reach the final opportunity in the Land of Nine Infants.

"Flame Divine Spear Technique!" Feng Ling raised an eyebrow and with a wave of his hand, large swaths of ivy turned to ashes in the flames, like winter snow meeting the bright sun.

In contrast, the corpses that had perished a thousand years ago did not dissipate like the evergreen vines, but gradually melted under the burning flames, turning into strange specks of light with a dim golden glow.

The countless points of light rose rapidly into the night sky after breaking through the corpses, resembling thousands of dancing fireflies, creating a spectacular scene.

"May you have a safe journey..." Looking at this scene, Feng Ling was deeply moved. He could sense their activity and excitement, and even the slightest emotional fluctuations, as if they had finally been freed from the pain they had endured for thousands of years.

"Thick Earth Strike Technique!" The scene shifted with his thoughts, and ripples appeared in the black clouds beneath Feng Ling's feet, carrying him strangely to the top of the tower.

This tower, named Tongtian, is a thousand feet tall. Covered in rust and weathered by time, it withstood Feng Ling's full-force attack. With a loud crash, the entire tower, firmly secured by its base, swayed back and forth like a pointer, emitting a deafening hum, but it did not collapse or fall over.

"Hmph! Even if you truly possessed heaven-reaching abilities a thousand years ago, you've had the misfortune of encountering me today, and you must be shattered!" Looking at the Tower of Babel, Feng Ling's gaze grew cold, and he suddenly threw the Fire-Tipped Spear out of his hand. The color of the dragon-shaped pattern on it changed from red to white, and it transformed into a majestic silver-white divine dragon.

This was the true form of the weapon spirit, the white dragon, summoned by the Fire-Tipped Spear itself under Feng Ling's instruction. "Roar—" A dragon's roar changed the color of the sky and earth. Under the continuous brewing and fermentation of this powerful aura, the ruins area was swept by strong winds, causing the entire Tower of Babel to tremble.

"Hiss!" Suddenly, a faint sound came from the Tower of Babel. Then, a black snake with a rooster-comb pattern on its head could no longer restrain itself and shot out from a doorway halfway up the tower. It quickly snaked its way up the tower and finally revealed a huge body that was a hundred feet long.

It clearly realized that this imminent attack was worlds apart from the previous "Thick Earth Heavy Strike Technique".

"A twelve-turn serpentine spirit!" Looking at the hundred-foot-long black serpent below, which had raised its head and was flicking its tongue to issue a warning, Feng Ling and the white dragon spirit's eyes lit up at the same time, their joy overflowing.

Previously, when he failed to destroy the Tower of Babel in one blow, Feng Ling guessed that there might still be a spirit inside the tower, but he could not determine whether it was the original spirit of the tower or a spirit that had taken over.

Having witnessed its true form and sensed the strength of its aura, Feng Ling could conclude that this spirit was the latter!
"Go and devour it!" After searching high and low without finding it, it came to me effortlessly. Feng Ling's white dragon artifact spirit was also in its nascent stage and urgently needed to devour a large number of artifact spirits to complete its growth and transformation.

"Roar—" Before the words were even finished, the white dragon artifact spirit shot out with lightning speed. For it, devouring the snake-shaped artifact spirit was the most effective and delicious option, so how could it not be excited?

"Boom—" A mournful roar was heard as the black serpent spirit was swallowed whole by the white dragon. Immediately, the earth trembled violently, and the entire Tower of Babel, now without protection, turned to dust in an instant.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)