CHAPTER 938: CHAPTER 932: THE 8TH FLOOR

His silhouette remained as upright as ever, only that youthful face grew even more resolute, arriving at the final moment to single-handedly turn the tide.

Before Ye Xuan’s return, the Demon Clan had already occupied half of the Central Domain’s territory, and the Heavenly Martial Holy Land was in a precarious situation. These disciples were all hiding within the sect, not daring to venture outside, until Ye Xuan appeared.

Undoubtedly, Ye Xuan will be the most outstanding disciple of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land.

Moreover, not only Ye Xuan, the entire Heavenly Martial Holy Land, the organizers of this world-shaking war, will undoubtedly be immortalized in the annals of history.

Although many extremely talented disciples have appeared throughout the history of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, everyone understands that Ye Xuan has surpassed all the predecessors of this sect.

Some people are destined to be remembered.

The celebration of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land lasted for five whole days, and during these five days, the news of the Emperor Demon Saint being killed spread like the wind across the entire Central Domain, causing the celebration to rapidly spread.

In the following period, some Seventh Grade Sects destroyed by the Demon Clan in the Central Domain were gradually rebuilt, but their strength and reputation were far inferior to before. However, they were quite smart, maintaining great respect for the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, clearly intending for it to take the lead. After witnessing the terrifying power of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, they evidently had no other thoughts.

Including the original Emperor Heaven, Qingxu Palace, and other forces, all wanted to follow the lead of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, but this move was stopped by the Heavenly Martial Holy Land.

Because Elder Xue and others were very aware that the current status of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land was entirely due to one person, and that person was Ye Xuan.

Without Ye Xuan, the Heavenly Martial Holy Land was nothing. Growing too fast now is not a good thing for them.

While the atmosphere in the Central Domain was extremely fervent, Ye Xuan had already left the Heavenly Martial Holy Land and headed to the Martial God Tower in the continent.

Previously, Ye Xuan had an agreement with the Tower Spirit: when he became invincible, he would come to the seventh floor of the Martial God Tower, and the Tower Spirit would send him to the eighth floor.

Now that Ye Xuan was already invincible on the Spirit Martial Continent, he was qualified to enter the eighth floor.

The prohibitions of Martial God Mountain no longer posed any obstruction to the current Ye Xuan, and shortly, he arrived before the Martial God Tower.

In front of him stood that familiar high tower.

Buzz.

Without Ye Xuan needing to say anything, the high tower automatically opened its portal, creating a space gate for Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan simply smiled, then stepped inside.

The space portal led directly to the seventh floor.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, Ye Xuan saw the Tower Spirit.

"Little one, you finally came."

The Tower Spirit still appeared as a little girl, but when she spoke, she sounded sagely indifferent, unchanged.

"A promised thing, how could one go back on their word."

Ye Xuan smiled and said.

"I did not expect you to progress so quickly. With your current cultivation, it’s indeed hard to find opponents now on the Spirit Martial Continent."

The Tower Spirit nodded, looking quite pleased with Ye Xuan.

"So now, can I see the eighth floor?"

Ye Xuan anticipated with faint expectation; during this time, he had been thinking about this eighth floor constantly, and upon returning to the Spirit Martial Continent, he didn’t forget about the Martial God Tower.

"You’re barely qualified, follow me."

The Tower Spirit lazily gestured with her hand and then proceeded forward on her own.

Without minding the Tower Spirit’s attitude, Ye Xuan immediately followed.

At the end of the seventh floor, a spatial portal opened, revealing a set of stairs leading upward, clearly directing to the eighth floor.

The true top floor of the Martial God Tower.

"What exactly is hidden on the eighth floor?"

Ye Xuan couldn’t help but ask.

"You’ll know when you reach there."

The Tower Spirit did not answer Ye Xuan, speaking indifferently.

"So mysterious?"

Ye Xuan was somewhat surprised; this only piqued his curiosity further.

The eighth-floor space.

What greeted him was an extremely dense wave of ancient spiritual power, and within view was a palace like white jade, yet many parts were cracked, appearing somewhat dilapidated, aged.

At the end of the view, in the mottled depths, there was a throne, on which sat a towering figure in black armor.

The figure, clad in heavy armor and holding a long sword thrust into the ground, exuded a supreme and unmatched aura.

This aura, although domineering, disappeared in just a moment.

However, when Ye Xuan approached, he found that it was not a person, as the face within the armor gradually dissipated, leaving only an empty shell.

"Is this what you brought me to see?"

Ye Xuan pointed at the ancient armor.

In this eighth floor, apart from this armor, there seemed to be nothing else to see.

"That’s correct."

The Tower Spirit nodded, and then with a wave of her small hand, the armor and sword suddenly floated up, quickly disassembling into several pieces, as if shattered.

Crack! Crack!

From the surfaces of these two, lines of cracks appeared, and blocks of black hard pieces fell off from the armor and long sword, thereafter shining with a dazzling purple-gold glow.

Once the black hard pieces entirely fell off, Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up as what appeared before him was a set of extremely brilliant and luxurious equipment.

Judging by the aura, the quality of this equipment was no lesser than the Human Emperor’s Scepter!

Yet, just as joy appeared on Ye Xuan’s face, his consciousness was suddenly drawn into a sealed space.

In that sealed space, apart from the blinding light, only a vague humanoid silhouette could be seen.

That humanoid silhouette suddenly struck with a palm, the palm force enveloping Ye Xuan, causing the surrounding space to shatter inch by inch under increased pressure.

And Ye Xuan, merely a consciousness, had no weapon in hand. He let out a roar, then transformed into a giant dragon, soaring forth.

Taking a deep breath, the giant dragon that Ye Xuan became suddenly breathed out a Dragon Breath, incinerating the light palm into dust, reducing it to ashes, and the humanoid silhouette also vanished in the sweep of the Dragon Breath.

"True Dragon Bloodline? You, a human, can cultivate it to such a level, but alas not reaching perfection. If you undergo the Ancestor Dragon’s Energy baptism, a qualitative transformation would certainly occur."

Although the humanoid silhouette dissipated, a voice rich in majesty reverberated in the space.

"Ancestor Dragon’s Energy again."

Ye Xuan showed a pensive look. It seemed that the Ancestor Dragon’s Energy was indeed crucial to him, and a visit to Dragon Island was imperative.

While Ye Xuan pondered, the sealed space also dissipated, returning to reality.