"The Master of Ten Thousand Daos, eh? This is something I have to see for myself."
Yuan Chen kept his eyes fixed on the Tower of Heaven.
He was in no hurry to challenge the tower himself anyway, so he might as well watch first.
Of course, with so many people inside the Tower of Heaven right now, observing a single individual was no simple task.
Yet there was a way.
The Tower of Heaven was a spirit treasure.
Since it was a spirit treasure, it could project images.
However, doing so cost extra!
Yes, extra money.
In this case, "money" meant martial dao fragments.
To view the projection of a specific person inside the Tower of Heaven, one had to pay in martial dao fragments.
For a Heavenly Saint, while martial dao fragments were valuable, they were hardly unobtainable.
And so, Yuan Chen headed straight for the Tower-Viewing Pavilion near the Tower of Heaven.
At the Tower-Viewing Pavilion, Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen paid the required martial dao fragments.
*Buzz.*
A massive image instantly unfolded before his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Jialan, Fellow Daoist Mo Kong, please join me."
Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen invited the two Heavenly Saints over.
"Then we thank Fellow Daoist Yuan Chen for your hospitality."
Mo Kong and Jialan Hua sat down beside him.
Thanks to Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen, they could save a few martial dao fragments, which was certainly welcome.
"Look, Fellow Daoist Lu has arrived on the first floor of the Tower of Heaven," Yuan Chen suddenly said.
Sure enough, in the projection, the surroundings around Lu Changsheng shifted from pitch black to gradually luminous.
At that moment, Lu Changsheng stood within the first floor of the Tower of Heaven.
The Tower of Heaven tested no one's comprehension.
It evaluated only a single thing:
Combat power!
Without relying on any spirit treasures, a Heavenly Saint had to rely purely on their own strength to overcome trial after trial across floor after floor of the Tower of Heaven.
Clearing just the first three floors yielded generous rewards.
It could be considered an opportunity bestowed upon all Heavenly Saints by that Martial Ancestor of the Gufu Sacred Ground.
*Buzz.*
The first floor's tower spirit appeared.
The trials inside the Tower of Heaven were presided over primarily by tower spirits.
A tower spirit could take on various identities and even different shapes.
It might be of the demon race, for instance.
Or it might be human.
It could also be a spirit beast, among other things.
Furthermore, there were actually many tower spirits on each floor.
Hardly any ever repeated.
A hundred martial artists on the first floor of the Tower of Heaven might encounter a hundred different tower spirits.
Yet so long as they occupied the same floor, their strengths were roughly equal.
"I am the first floor's tower spirit, Mountain God Taigu!"
The first tower spirit turned out to be a deity!
Yes, a deity.
And one comparable to a Heavenly Saint, at that.
Yet when Lu Changsheng looked closely, something seemed slightly amiss.
It appeared to be merely a simulated deity rather than a true one.
After all, it was only a tower spirit.
"Myriad Phenomena Divine Mountain!"
"Suppress!"
Taigu instantly revealed his true form.
It was an incomparably terrifying mountain peak.
An ancient aura radiated from the peak, so suffocating that it choked the breath from one's lungs.
Desolate and ancient beyond measure.
As the massive peak descended, it completely enveloped Lu Changsheng, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Even among Heavenly Saints, this strike was by no means weak.
Lu Changsheng could even sense that if Ancestor Chen or Bloodfire Ancestor had faced this strike from Mountain God Taigu, they would likely have failed to withstand it.
This was merely the tower spirit of the Tower of Heaven's first floor.
Yet it was already so formidable.
Even so, Lu Changsheng showed no hint of fear.
He extended a hand.
Fair and delicate, his hand seemed utterly incapable of contesting that colossal peak.
Yet Lu Changsheng was a Heavenly Saint!
Terrifying martial daos lay dormant within his body.
*Boom! Boom!*
The martial daos within Lu Changsheng erupted.
One martial dao after another channeled power into his palm.
At the same time, Lu Changsheng gently flicked a finger toward that massive mountain.
"Shatter!" Lu Changsheng murmured.
That light flick of his finger landed squarely upon the colossal mountain.
The mountain shuddered violently.
Then, with a resounding crash, it actually fractured.
It collapsed into utter ruin!
With a single flick of a finger, he destroyed a deity!
And a deity comparable to a Heavenly Saint, no less!
Yet Lu Changsheng looked completely at ease.
In truth, it really had been effortless for him.
The leap from Earth Saint to Heavenly Saint was a difference of heaven and earth.
Only upon attaining Heavenly Saint did one truly comprehend how terrifying that realm's power was.
No wonder Bloodfire Ancestor had looked down on him back then.
The disparity was simply too vast.
With just a flick of his finger and a fraction of his martial daos—likely fewer than ten—Lu Changsheng had dismantled the first floor's tower spirit.
And how many martial daos did Lu Changsheng possess?
Ten thousand!
Lu Changsheng knew full well what that implied.
"After advancing to Heavenly Saint, my strength has actually reached such an extent..." Lu Changsheng murmured under his breath.
In truth, after advancing to Heavenly Saint, he knew he was strong.
Yet he had not known precisely how strong.
Now, he knew.
He had reached a level where he could obliterate a Heavenly Saint with the flick of a finger.
And not just an ordinary Heavenly Saint.
After all, the first floor's tower spirit was definitely not weak even by Heavenly Saint standards!
This scene also unfolded before the eyes of Yuan Chen, Mo Kong, and the others in the Tower-Viewing Pavilion.
Yuan Chen's previously relaxed, jovial expression vanished without a trace.
Even the smile on his face disappeared.
Only sheer shock remained!
"Th-This is a newly advanced Heavenly Saint?"
"Inconceivable... absolutely inconceivable..."
Overcome with shock, Yuan Chen turned his gaze toward Mo Kong and Jialan Hua.
Yet Mo Kong and Jialan Hua were just as stunned.
Their eyes were filled with blank bewilderment.
"Fellow Daoists, did neither of you know Lu Changsheng's strength?" Yuan Chen could not help but ask.
Mo Kong shook his head and gave a bitter smile. "Junior Brother Lu has only just advanced to Heavenly Saint and has barely fought anyone. How could I possibly know his true strength?"
"Still, as the Master of Ten Thousand Daos, it is only natural that he is stronger than most. But obliterating the first floor's tower spirit with a flick of his finger... that truly defies expectations."
Yuan Chen nodded.
Lu Changsheng truly was beyond expectations, shocking even him.
Yet considering Lu Changsheng's status as the Master of Ten Thousand Daos, it did not seem entirely impossible either.
"Fellow Daoists, how many floors do you think Fellow Daoist Lu can clear?" Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen asked again.
Neither Mo Kong nor Jialan Hua answered.
Yet in their hearts, their anticipation for Lu Changsheng grew even stronger.
Perhaps Lu Changsheng really could clear the seventh floor and obtain the Concentric Fruit?
Afterward, the three turned their eyes back to the projection.
Having defeated the first floor's tower spirit, Lu Changsheng smoothly progressed to the second floor of the Tower of Heaven.
There, he met the second floor's tower spirit.
"I am the second floor's tower spirit, Jing Song the Sword Obsessive!"
"In the past, I was obsessed with the Dao of the sword. I advanced to Heavenly Saint through a single dao and cultivated only that one dao: the sword!"
"I sought to prove the path of a Martial Dao Sovereign solely through the Dao of the sword! Alas, I failed at the threshold of success."
"Yet I still do not believe I chose the wrong path."
"Thus, I willingly became a tower spirit of the Tower of Heaven. Come, defeat me utterly with your dao! Only one who defeats me has the right to tell me my path was mistaken!"
*Clang!*
Fanaticism burned in Jing Song's eyes.
The next instant, he drew his sword. A dazzling sword light pierced through the void, looking capable of penetrating anything.
Even a martial dao could be pierced through by this sword light.
There was no probing or hesitation.
This Jing Song was a true cultivator of the sword.
A true swordsman!
With one strike, he concentrated the essence of his entire sword dao.
All of Jing Song's dao, all of his accumulation, was woven into this single flash of sword light.
The brilliant sword light howled forward.
It seemed poised to cleave Lu Changsheng in two.
Yet Lu Changsheng merely extended a single hand once more.
Then, his palm gave a sudden jolt.
A colossal hand surged forward, clutching fiercely toward that sword light.
It looked as though he intended to seize the sword light right out of the air.
*Boom! Boom!*
At last, the sword light and the palm collided violently.
The sword light was razor-sharp, seemingly capable of tearing through anything. Yet Lu Changsheng's palm was just as terrifying, blotting out the sky as it gripped the massive sword light directly in its grasp.
*Crack!*
Finally, the sword light shattered.
With a single palm strike, Lu Changsheng crushed the all-out sword strike Jing Song had staked everything upon.
"I... lost..."
"Tell me, why?"
Jing Song's expression stirred with profound emotion.
His dazzling sword strike, brimming with utter confidence, had been defeated just like that.
It was like a drop of water falling into an ocean, raising not the slightest ripple.
Lu Changsheng looked at Jing Song, stood with hands clasped behind his back, and said calmly, "Your strike was brilliant and exceptionally sharp!"
"Alas, no matter how sharp a sword is, it may sever one martial dao, or ten martial daos, but can it sever a hundred? Can it sever a thousand?"
"You walk the path of breaking myriad dharmas with a single sword, yet clearly, your sword has not reached the point where it can break all methods. In fact, I shattered your sword light using the power of merely a hundred martial daos."
Lu Changsheng's words sent a tremor through Jing Song's entire body.
"Are you saying... my sword has not yet reached the point of breaking all methods?"
"And not that the Dao of the sword itself is flawed?"
Jing Song's voice seemed to tremble.
Lu Changsheng felt this tower spirit was rather strange.
He did not seem like an ordinary tower spirit.
He felt almost real.
Even so, Lu Changsheng nodded. "Indeed. How vast is the Dao of the sword?"
"In truth, daos are neither superior nor inferior; when pursued to their limits, all paths lead to the same destination."
"However, walking only a single dao is exceedingly difficult..."
Lu Changsheng left the rest unsaid.
Walking a single dao sounded simple enough, and all paths did lead to the same destination, but what about in practice?
Walking only one dao made it nearly impossible to elevate one's physical body to the Heavenly Saint level.
Without that, one could not achieve the Unified True Self and become a Martial Dao Sovereign.
And if one could not become a Martial Dao Sovereign, how could one speak of taking a single dao to its ultimate peak?
Yet Jing Song was an obsessive of the sword, and he was clearly satisfied with Lu Changsheng's answer.
"Hahaha! Well said! All paths lead to the same destination! The Dao of the sword can indeed be pursued to the end; it was merely that I failed to walk it to the finish..."
"Thank you."
Jing Song actually bowed respectfully to Lu Changsheng.
Then, Jing Song's phantom dissolved into specks of light and vanished.
The path leading to the third floor appeared as well.
Lu Changsheng felt a trace of doubt.
Why was the second floor's tower spirit so unusual?
Could it be that tower spirits were more than just tower spirits?
Or perhaps they were not the completely mindless constructs he had imagined?
Instead, did they possess their own intellect and ability to think, existing within the Tower of Heaven merely in the form of tower spirits?
Lu Changsheng did not know what kind of existence tower spirits were.
Yet he had no need to dwell on it.
He stepped directly onto the third floor of the Tower of Heaven.
The third floor of the Tower of Heaven was crucial.
Only by clearing the third floor could one receive the generous rewards of the Tower of Heaven.
Otherwise, the first and second floors cleared prior yielded nothing.
Those were rewards established by a Martial Ancestor—how could they not be precious?
Had so many Heavenly Saints endured hardship to reach the Tower of Heaven for anything other than its rewards?
And now, Lu Changsheng had finally reached the third floor.
This was the pivotal floor for claiming a reward!
*Buzz.*
The third floor's tower spirit appeared.
It was a man in white.
A powerful aura radiated from him.
"I am Zhao Mu, tower spirit of the Tower of Heaven's third floor!"
"To obtain the Martial Ancestor's reward, you must defeat me."
"Come, show me your Dao body!"
"A Hundred Daos Empower the Body!"
As the third floor's tower spirit Zhao Mu finished speaking—
*Boom! Boom!*
A colossal Dao body suddenly materialized in the void.
It sprawled across the expanse, radiating a terrifying pressure.
At the same time, one streak of light after another rapidly sank into the Dao body.
Each streak of light represented a martial dao.
Ten, fifty, a hundred!
A full hundred streaks of light—a hundred martial daos—instantly empowered the Dao body.
In that moment, the Dao body's might multiplied tenfold, dozens of times over!
A Master of a Hundred Daos!
Clearly, this third floor tower spirit, Zhao Mu, was a Heavenly Saint who had advanced as a Master of a Hundred Daos!
A Master of a Hundred Daos!
To the true disciples of a sacred ground, a Master of a Hundred Daos might not seem like much.
For instance, the entry threshold for true disciples of the Jidao Sacred Ground was a Master of a Thousand Daos.
Moreover, a Master of a Thousand Daos was merely the threshold; it did not guarantee one would become a true disciple of the Jidao Sacred Ground.
In fact, several Masters of a Thousand Daos had emerged from past Dao Transformation Battlefields without ever being recruited by the Jidao Sacred Ground as true disciples.
To become a true disciple of the Jidao Sacred Ground, one had to be an outstanding figure even among Masters of a Thousand Daos.
However, that was only true for the Jidao Sacred Ground.
The Jidao Sacred Ground was one of the top three sacred grounds, so its standards were naturally strict.
Yet how many true disciples were there in total?
Even in the Jidao Sacred Ground, among the inner disciples outside the circle of true disciples, a Master of a Hundred Daos was an exceptional figure, considered remarkably talented.
As for Masters of a Thousand Daos among the inner disciples?
Perhaps there were some, but they were exceedingly rare.
A Heavenly Saint who was a Master of a Hundred Daos was a formidable figure anywhere.
Outside the sacred grounds in particular, a Heavenly Saint who was a Master of a Hundred Daos could sweep through all opposition.
Take Saint Star City, for example.
If a Heavenly Saint who was a Master of a Hundred Daos descended there right now, even if all the Heavenly Saints in Saint Star City joined forces, they would struggle to withstand that person!
Such was the tower spirit of the third floor: a Heavenly Saint who was a Master of a Hundred Daos.
This single floor had barred countless Heavenly Saints from advancing.
"Kill!"
The third floor's tower spirit wasted no time on flashy moves.
He struck immediately.
The Dao body of a Master of a Hundred Daos, carrying the power of a hundred fully solidified, manifested martial daos, pressed down toward Lu Changsheng like an overwhelming tide.
That terrifying force was completely beyond the reach of any technique to defuse.
It was pure, unadulterated strength.
Breaking all methods with pure force!
Only by possessing greater strength than the tower spirit before him could an entrant hope to pass the trial and step onto the fourth floor.
Yet Lu Changsheng remained unmoved.
He did not even manifest his Dao body.
He simply threw a punch.
*Boom! Boom!*
The martial daos within Lu Changsheng erupted in succession.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand...
The power of countless martial daos converged into this single punch.
Thus, with just a punch—even without manifesting his Dao body—its might was still terrifying beyond measure.
It smashed directly into the third floor tower spirit's Dao body.
*Crack!*
The moment their powers clashed, the tower spirit's Dao body could not endure the strain.
It instantly collapsed and shattered, turning to dust.
Lu Changsheng stood quietly in the void.
The third floor's tower spirit was gone without a trace.
Not only did the path leading to the fourth floor appear within the third floor of the Tower of Heaven, but amid a brilliant, iridescent glow, a precious pearl also emerged.
"A pearl?"
Lu Changsheng reached out and caught the pearl in his hand.
"Usually, passing the third floor grants several rewards, and quite generous ones at that."
"The treasures bestowed usually come in a few varieties, so why do I only have one pearl?"
Lu Changsheng examined it closely.
He recalled Mo Kong's explanation.
Supposedly, the varieties of treasures on each floor of the Tower of Heaven were not particularly numerous.
Though different people might receive different treasures, they were generally chosen from the same few items.
If the quantity was smaller, the treasure was bound to be of higher value.
In short, the overall value of the treasures was roughly comparable across entrants; there was no need to worry that poor luck would yield an inferior prize.
Such an occurrence simply did not happen.
Lu Changsheng searched his memory carefully.
Soon, he recognized the pearl.
"This is... a Dao-nurturing bead!"
"Still, while others have obtained Dao-nurturing beads before, it rarely appears as a reward on the third floor."
"A Dao-nurturing bead cannot strengthen the physical body; it can only nurture martial daos."
"Did the Tower of Heaven sense that I possess ten thousand martial daos and am cultivating them in an attempt to bring them to perfection, and so granted me a Dao-nurturing bead to lend me a hand?"
A strange glint flickered in Lu Changsheng's eyes.
If so, the Tower of Heaven was beyond doubt a spirit treasure.
And no ordinary spirit treasure, either.
For its spirituality to be so refined that it could assess a challenger's circumstances and bestow the treasure they needed most—such intellect surpassed even the wisdom of ordinary people.
Moreover, this proved that once a Heavenly Saint stepped into the Tower of Heaven, they harbored no secrets from it.
The tower could see through everything with perfect clarity.
Yet Lu Changsheng was unbothered.
What secrets did he have to hide?
That he had reached this point relying on nothing but his talent and comprehension? If high comprehension counted as a secret, so be it.
As for being the Master of Ten Thousand Daos?
Lu Changsheng had entered the Dao Transformation Battlefield and achieved the status of Master of Ten Thousand Daos there.
That news had long since spread throughout the sacred grounds; it was hardly a secret.
"Time to head to the fourth floor!"
Lu Changsheng put away the Dao-nurturing bead and took a single step forward, entering the fourth floor of the Tower of Heaven.
Meanwhile, in the Tower-Viewing Pavilion.
Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen, Heavenly Saint Mo Kong, and Heavenly Saint Jialan Hua.
They had all witnessed Lu Changsheng clear the first, second, and third floors of the Tower of Heaven step by step with their own eyes.
The entire process had simply been too effortless.
Yet were the first three floors of the Tower of Heaven truly that easy?
Everyone present had challenged the Tower of Heaven before.
They knew full well that the true first three floors were by no means a walk in the park.
"Fellow Daoist Lu cleared the first three floors so casually... it was truly... calm and unhurried."
"Yet it is precisely that unhurried calm that highlights Fellow Daoist Lu's astounding strength."
"For true disciples of sacred grounds like us, even if we are Masters of a Thousand Daos, clearing the first three floors of the Tower of Heaven is no simple feat," Yuan Chen remarked with emotion.
Lu Changsheng had cleared the first three floors like a man taking a leisurely stroll, without even manifesting his Dao body once.
Compared to how Yuan Chen, Mo Kong, and the others had struggled through their trials, the difference was night and day.
Even Mo Kong was feeling more and more pleasantly surprised.
After all, with Lu Changsheng clearing the first three floors, he was drawing ever closer to the seventh floor.
"Clearing the first three floors of the Tower of Heaven grants a treasure. Let us see what treasure Fellow Daoist Lu received."
"Huh?"
"There seems to be only one treasure."
"Wait, is that a Dao-nurturing bead?"
Heavenly Saint Yuan Chen found it rather odd.
A Dao-nurturing bead was not overly precious; rather... it was too ordinary.
Yes, ordinary.
If one were to list the treasures Heavenly Saints coveted most, a Dao-nurturing bead would certainly not be among them.
In fact, a Dao-nurturing bead was considered one of the worst treasures for the Heavenly Saint realm.
It served little significant purpose.
The only noteworthy aspect of a Dao-nurturing bead was its rarity.
It was exceptionally rare.
Normally, such a treasure was something one could only encounter by luck.
Yet a Dao-nurturing bead could only nurture martial daos.
To a Heavenly Saint, what was the point of nurturing martial daos?
Most people never even entertained the thought of perfecting their martial daos.
They only wanted treasures that could strengthen their physical bodies.
Only treasures that enhanced the physical body counted as the best treasures.
Mo Kong, however, felt a stir in his heart.
He understood Lu Changsheng's circumstances.
A Master of Ten Thousand Daos!
More importantly, Mo Kong knew Lu Changsheng's background.
He knew that Lu Changsheng was not even a hundred years old!
For someone so young, it was practically unheard of.
Lu Changsheng surely wanted to solidify his foundation rather than merely pursue physical enhancement.
Besides, Lu Changsheng's body was already exceedingly formidable.
His starting point was already comparable to an Earth Saint.
Who could possibly match Lu Changsheng's baseline upon becoming a Heavenly Saint?
With his body already so strong, Lu Changsheng likely wanted to bring many of his martial daos to perfection and continue reinforcing his foundation.
Perhaps in Lu Changsheng's mind, becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign was already a certainty.
Lu Changsheng's sights were set on what lay beyond Martial Dao Sovereign!
Perhaps even a Martial Ancestor!
If so, it made sense that Lu Changsheng would want to bring his martial daos to perfection.
After all, the treasures granted by the Tower of Heaven were almost always what the challenger needed most.
For the Tower of Heaven to give a Dao-nurturing bead proved that Lu Changsheng truly needed one.
*Sigh, he is still too young after all.*
*Young and impetuous, a peerless prodigy who has never tasted a single setback.*
*He probably thinks becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign is trivial, something easily achieved, so he doesn't even focus on strengthening his physical body.*
*Yet Lu Changsheng does not know just how difficult it is to become a Martial Dao Sovereign. One must strengthen the physical body at all costs; otherwise, there is not even a sliver of hope.*
*Throughout the history of our Jidao Sacred Ground, how many brilliant true disciples were there? At the start, they too were full of high spirits, believing becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign would be effortless. Yet in the end, their entire hundred-thousand-year lifespans were exhausted, and they still failed to achieve it.*
*Once this trial ends, I must urge Fellow Daoist Lu properly.*
Mo Kong made up his mind.
He had to dissuade Lu Changsheng.
After all, he was the one who had brought Lu Changsheng to the Jidao Sacred Ground.
The two naturally shared a close connection.
Now, Lu Changsheng was even braving the Tower of Heaven for the sake of his Dao companion, doing this to help him. Mo Kong naturally felt obligated to advise him.
He did not want Lu Changsheng to squander his time and energy cultivating martial daos, only to lose all hope of becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign later on.
Of course, that would have to wait until Lu Changsheng finished the trial.
Right now, Lu Changsheng was still inside the Tower of Heaven.
Upon arriving on the fourth floor, Lu Changsheng immediately encountered the tower spirit.
"I am the fourth floor's tower spirit, Qiu Wuyue!"
"Ten Directions Transformations!"
The next instant, Qiu Wuyue's figure swayed slightly.
Nine more Qiu Wuyues suddenly materialized.
Together with the original, that made ten!
Moreover, when Lu Changsheng swept his consciousness over them, all ten Qiu Wuyues appeared to be real.
"It's not an illusion!"
"It's somewhat similar to transformation arts, like my flesh avatars, yet it feels different."
"Still, all ten figures should possess offensive power, and roughly equal power at that."
Lu Changsheng instantly recognized the terror of these ten figures.
After all, in the very next moment, all ten figures attacked simultaneously.
To his surprise, each of the ten figures manifested a Dao body.
"How is that possible?"
"Ten bodies... even with certain secret methods, how could a Dao body be divided into ten?"
Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He felt genuine astonishment.
Qiu Wuyue's technique was far too bizarre.
To be able to split a Dao body directly into ten was something even Lu Changsheng could not do.
One had to realize that Lu Changsheng could divide himself into countless flesh avatars, but the more he divided, the weaker each avatar became.
Moreover, those were merely flesh avatars, unable to carry a Dao body.
Lu Changsheng possessed only one Dao body.
This Qiu Wuyue was indeed remarkable.
Ten figures assaulted Lu Changsheng from every direction.
Even a Master of a Thousand Daos could fall victim if they were slightly careless.
Even among the true disciples of the sacred grounds, plenty of people had failed to clear the fourth floor of the Tower of Heaven.
Lu Changsheng could not be bothered to distinguish which was real and which was fake.
Perhaps they were all real.
Or perhaps they were all fake.
It did not matter.
Lu Changsheng was disinclined to figure it out.
He unleashed his Dao body directly.
*Boom! Boom!*
Lu Changsheng's Dao body was released.
It blotted out the sky, looming vast across the fourth floor's void.
At the same time, ten, a hundred, a thousand martial daos empowered the Dao body, causing its might to soar continuously.
It seemed to know no limit.
*Rumble!*
Qiu Wuyue's ten figures all struck Lu Changsheng.
Every blow landed squarely upon Lu Changsheng's Heavenly Saint Dao body.
Instantly, Lu Changsheng's Heavenly Saint Dao body shuddered repeatedly.
Yet that was all.
It merely trembled; to break Lu Changsheng's Dao body was impossible!
At least, Qiu Wuyue alone as the fourth floor's tower spirit could never achieve it.
Lu Changsheng was no Master of a Thousand Daos.
He was the Master of Ten Thousand Daos!
The martial daos within him were virtually inexhaustible.
With them continuously empowering his body, even if he stood motionless in the fourth floor's void and allowed Qiu Wuyue to attack as he pleased, nothing could harm him.
And right now, that was precisely what Lu Changsheng did.
He simply stood quietly in the fourth floor's space, letting Qiu Wuyue attack.
Assaults rained down from every direction.
Yet Lu Changsheng's Dao body remained as steady as a mountain!
"Is this all the strength the fourth floor's tower spirit possesses?"
"If this is all you have, then let us bring this to an end."
Lu Changsheng reached out a single palm and closed it toward the void, as though seizing the entire space of the fourth floor within his grasp.
Then, he clenched his fist tightly.
*Bang!*
Qiu Wuyue's ten bodies instantly detonated, disintegrating into dust and vanishing without a trace.
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