Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1695 - 860: Advancing Together (Part 2)

Gu Shengʼs eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, yet his steps did not pause, continuing forward at a steady pace.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

The closer he got to the door, the more the pressure increased exponentially!

As he was about to touch the cold bronze door, the pressure around him had reached an extremely terrifying level, making it nearly impossible for a typical Heavenly Martial Realm peak Martial Artist to move, and even causing their bones to creak! The intensity of this pressure was roughly equivalent to the full force of a mid-stage Human King Realm expertʼs oppressive aura!

However, for Gu Sheng, whose physical body had reached the Half-step Glazed Golden Body, and whose Soul Power far exceeded others at the same level, though he could clearly feel the pressure, it was far from enough to impede his steps.

A layer of extremely faint glazed golden light naturally flowed across his body surface, quietly dissolving the enormous pressure into nothing.

Finally, he stood steadily before the bronze door, raised his right hand, and pressed it firmly and resolutely against the cold, intricately patterned surface.

Buzz——!

As his palm pressed down, the ancient patterns on the bronze door seemed to be infused with energy, instantly lighting up with a soft glow. Immediately afterward, a low rumbling sound echoed as the two immensely heavy bronze doors slowly opened inward, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Behind the door was a hazy glow, obscuring any clear view.

Without a hint of hesitation, under the envious and awe-filled gazes of the three Purple Mist Divine Sect disciples, Gu Sheng stepped forward, his figure flickering, entering the glow beyond the door.

Just as his entire body passed through the gap and entered the grand hall—

Boom!!!

The two bronze doors seemed to come alive and suddenly slammed shut with an earth-shattering speed, producing a heavy sound like a mountain colliding!

As the doors closed, an invisible, strong sonic shockwave radiated from the doorʼs center, vigorously shaking Situ Qingfeng and the three disciples outside, making their Qi-Blood churn, their ears buzz, and requiring them to retreat several steps to steady themselves!

Inside the door, having just stepped into the grand hallʼs space, Gu Sheng heard the heavy closing sound behind him and the faint residual shockwave, causing his steps to pause slightly. With interest, he turned to glance at the tightly closed door.

”Such a swift reaction, with a force of closure so fierce and unmatched...this doorʼs material is special, infused with some rare metal that isolates spatial perception.”

He instantly made this judgment in his mind.

”It seems the design of this challenge is quite ingenious, eliminating any possibility of someone trying to exploit loopholes and follow others inside. Should anyone attempt to squeeze in immediately when the door opens, theyʼd likely be crushed into a pulp by the sudden closure.”

Having confirmed this, he no longer lingered and turned, casting his gaze toward the legendary Golden-winged Rocʼs grand hall interior.

Before entering the Secret Realm, Gu Sheng and Situ Qingfeng had already made plans. After entering the grand hall, they would act separately, each seeking what they needed.

Situ Qingfengʼs target was a particular Exotic Treasure left behind by the Golden-winged Roc in this place, while Gu Shengʼs aim was the complete relic of the Golden-winged Roc, crucial for enhancing his power and addressing future crises.

Upon entering the grand hall, Gu Sheng quickly surveyed the surroundings.

This was not the imagined splendid palace, but rather resembled a vast and ancient miniature world, separately created. The sky was eternally bathed in radiant light, beneath was hard, metallic gleaming peculiar rocks, with the faintly visible collapsed giant pillars and broken ancient structures in the distance, bathed in an expansive and mighty ancient aura.

He pondered briefly, combining the information he had received and the atmosphere of this place, arriving at a judgment in his mind.

”This is not merely the nest of the Golden-winged Roc, but more likely a site of examination and inheritance it created in its final moments with supreme Divine Skills.

It perished here, dispersing all its essence to transform the Secret Realm, perhaps searching for a person destined to inherit part of its power or fulfill a certain wish.”

He closed his eyes, and his powerful spiritual power, like a web, meticulously sensed the faint yet extremely pure remnants of the Golden-winged Rocʼs aura in the air and the obscure directions of energy flow throughout the space.

After several breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them.

”Over there!”

He determined the direction where the core Source aura of the Golden-winged Roc was densest, precisely the deepest part of this ancient world.

Without a trace of hesitation, Gu Shengʼs figure moved, transforming into a blurred azure shadow, swiftly speeding along the seemingly barren path inside the grand hall that retained a guiding Daoist Rhythm, leaving a faint trail of afterimages behind.

...

Outside the grand hallʼs bronze door.

The three Purple Mist Divine Sect martial artists watched as Gu Sheng smoothly passed the pressure test, opened the door and vanished behind it, their eyes filled with envy and urgency.

They quickly cast hopeful glances toward Situ Qingfeng, the leader respectfully requesting.

”Young Master Situ, Mr. Yun has already entered, do you think... might we also...”

Before he could finish speaking, a womanʼs voice, both delicate and mocking, suddenly sounded from behind a nearby strange rock.

”What an impressive Young Master Situ, always surrounded by followers wherever he goes. Might a humble girl also join in for a share of the spotlight, to cling to Young Master Situʼs coattails?”

This voice came so abruptly, causing those present to feel a chill in their hearts!

Situ Qingfeng looked towards the source of the voice, only to see a young woman with ordinary attire and appearance—so plain sheʼd blend into a crowd—standing prettily not far away, her seemingly calm eyes now filled with a meaningful stare, tinged with amusement as she looked at him.

Situ Qingfengʼs brows slightly furrowed, his mind quickly searching, confident he had never seen this woman before, both before and after entering the Secret Realm.

Yet her gaze seemed as if she had known him for a long time.

Before Situ Qingfeng could speak, the three Purple Mist Divine Sect martial artists had already become instantly alert! They moved into a sharp wedge formation, firmly protecting Situ Qingfeng behind them, their eyes fiercely locking onto the woman, as the leader shouted harshly.

”Stop! Who are you? Concealing your identity, what is your intention?!”

He took a deep breath, as if sensing something, his face changing slightly.

”This cold and sweet-smelling aura... itʼs from the Five Poison Divine Sect! The person from the Five Poison Divine Sect who came this time is said to be the granddaughter of the Five Poison Ancestor! It seems you must be the young princess? Why not reveal your true face?!”

The woman was unperturbed by having her identity exposed on the spot and instead lightly clapped her hands, letting out a silver bell-like laughter, though, under the current circumstances, it appeared especially eerie.

”Hehehe... as expected of the Purple Mist Divine Sect, under the guise of cooperating to explore, you secretly learn everyoneʼs details thoroughly, even common disciples can instantly recognize the lineage of this princess.

This ʼsincerityʼ is truly ʼmovingʼ.”

As she finished speaking, without seeming to make any apparent moves, she merely raised her seemingly slender and fair hand, and lightly waved it towards the three Purple Mist Divine Sect martial artists in defensive stance!

A unique energy, colorless and odorless, blended into the air, like a gentle breeze blowing past.

The three Purple Mist Divine Sect martial artists, all at mid to late Heavenly Martial Realm cultivation level, didnʼt even manage to utter a sound, their vigilant expressions instantly freezing, their eyes becoming empty, then collapsed onto the ground like they had had their bones removed, losing all consciousness!

Situ Qingfengʼs pupils suddenly contracted, his heart ringing alarm bells! He instinctively stepped back half a step, covertly gathering True Qi around him, his gaze locked onto the woman like facing a formidable enemy.

But using his peripheral vision to quickly scan the three fallen individuals, he noticed their chests still faintly heaving, not having died, seemingly only affected by some extraordinarily potent soul or paralyzing toxin, falling unconscious.

This method was truly unpredictable and difficult to guard against!

The Five Poison Divine Sectʼs young princess seemed pleased with Situ Qingfengʼs reaction. She clapped her hands as if dusting off non-existent dust, her gaze returning to Situ Qingfeng, pointedly asking.