Entering the No Beginning Heavenly Palace Again

The unique aspect of movement martial skills was that executing them did not consume a cultivator's own spiritual energy. Instead, they relied on special spiritual energy already stored within the body during cultivation.

Successfully cultivating a movement skill was equivalent to adding a new physical trait, using spiritual energy to transform the cultivator at a bodily level.

Take the Three Thousand Flame Movement Ning Fan had just mastered as an example. When he executed the Three Thousand Flame Movement, he consumed the spiritual energy within the fire lotus mark. Once that energy was depleted, he would need to slowly recover it during ordinary times.

...

Ning Fan's mind flickered. In the next moment, a burst of flames erupted from the fire lotus mark, instantly wrapping around his body.

It made Ning Fan look like a divine being bathing in fire!

Ning Fan's figure flashed. The crowd couldn't even see his legs moving; his entire person became like a rolling fireball.

In an instant, he arrived in front of Zou Yu.

"You-!"

Zou Yu's eyes went wide. Empowered by the Three Thousand Flame Movement, Ning Fan's speed was so incredibly fast that he simply couldn't react.

By the time he saw Ning Fan's fist thrusting out from the flames, Zou Yu could no longer dodge. He could only cross his arms over his chest, using his sturdiest point to block the incoming strike.

Bang!

Ning Fan's fist slammed heavily into Zou Yu's arms. A crisp sound of shattering bone echoed in everyone's hearts. Zou Yu's body shot backward like a cannonball, smashing through a dozen bookshelves and leaving the fourth floor of the Martial Skills Pavilion in total disarray.

"This Senior Brother?"

"Attacking as you please is forbidden within the Martial Skills Pavilion. I'm afraid your actions have already violated our Yin Yang Peak's rules!"

"Just how did Senior Brother Zou offend you, to the point you'd attack him in public?"

...

Seeing Ning Fan actually strike Zou Yu, the surrounding onlookers couldn't help but frown and voice their reprimands. It wasn't that they particularly wanted to defend Zou Yu.

It was simply that Ning Fan's actions blatantly broke the rules.

"When you say 'our Yin Yang Peak', that 'our' does not include me. I am a disciple of Changming Peak."

"You want to bind me with your peak rules?"

"Go talk to my Peak Master-Peak Master Yin Fengyue."

Ning Fan shot the several Yin Yang Peak disciples a flat glance. Then he turned around, walking toward the stairs at a leisurely, unhurried pace.

Halfway there, Ning Fan paused.

He looked back at the disciples.

"Oh, right."

"You asked me how this man offended me?"

"I can give you the answer."

"This man dared to scheme against my Dao companion. That punch just now was entirely brought upon himself."

...

Those Yin Yang Peak disciples stared blankly at each other, watching Ning Fan leave.

Ning?

Changming Peak?!

Could it be... he was that 'Ning Fan' who had recently stirred up such a massive storm of rumors across the entire Yin Yang Divine Sect?!

Why would Ning Fan be here?!

And holding a Personal Disciple Token, no less?!

They had no idea.

At the same time.

Ning Fan had already reached the ground floor of the Martial Skills Pavilion. He raised his hand, looking at the fiery lotus mark on the back of it, a look of excitement surfacing on his face.

Three Thousand Flame Movement!!!

This movement skill was even more valuable than Ning Fan had imagined. With the Three Thousand Flame Movement enhancing him, he would hold a far greater advantage in life-and-death struggles.

It wasn't just a boost in speed.

The flames lingering around his body could also create a certain level of obstruction for his opponents. Cultivators of lower strength wouldn't even be able to get close to him.

"Well then..."

Ning Fan muttered in a voice only he could hear as he walked toward the disciple residences, raising a hand to stroke his chin.

Time was quite tight for him at the moment, yet within that urgency, there was a tiny sliver of breathing room.

In ten days.

Ning Fan was scheduled to fight Zhao Yan'er. But in one week, the Fated Chance ground Yu Ji was using to exchange for Yu Qingqing would open up. That meant...

He had to enter the Fated Chance ground first, then fight Zhao Yan'er afterwards. This was actually a good thing for him.

But during this period between now and the opening of the Fated Chance ground...

Ning Fan seemingly had nothing to do.

"No, that's not true!"

Suddenly, Ning Fan stopped in his tracks. A profound glint of light flashed through his eyes. There was one place perfectly suited for him to challenge right now!

Thinking of this.

Ning Fan turned around, heading down the mountain path of Yin Yang Peak and traveling all the way back to Changming Peak.

Upon arriving at the foot of Changming Peak.

Ning Fan didn't contact his Senior Brothers or Yun Qingyao. Instead, he went to the place of summoning and stepped forward according to the footwork he had used before.

After completing the specific footwork, he arrived within that special space.

-The No Beginning Heavenly Palace.

...

Looking at the massive Sect, a strange feeling once again surfaced in Ning Fan's heart. To think such a unique space could be hidden within Changming Peak.

Ning Fan had come this time to clear the trials.

He had previously seen several arenas within these ruins. At that time, he hadn't even been able to pass the first one. But now, he had cultivated his Spirit Marks to ninety-nine paths. His strength and reflexes were completely unlike before. He was more than ready to challenge the path ahead!

...

Entering the heaven-spanning Sect, Ning Fan arrived before the first arena. He leaped up, landing directly onto the stage.

"Come!"

A fierce shout tore from Ning Fan's lips. The soles of his feet stomped violently against the ground, and with a flash, his figure charged toward the silhouette.

The silhouette didn't dodge or evade. It raised its fist, choosing to clash head-on with Ning Fan.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Ning Fan's punch sent the silhouette flying out of the arena. After landing outside, the figure remained motionless before gradually fading away.

Hum-

A buzzing resonance rang out. Beneath Ning Fan's feet, a burst of radiant light flared, enveloping the arena and giving it a distinctly different appearance from the rest.

"Hm?"

Ning Fan let out a soft sound of surprise. After observing it for a moment, he couldn't discern the light's true meaning. It likely just signified that this trial had been cleared.

So, he leaped down from the stage.

...

Ning Fan looked forward. There were rows upon rows of arenas ahead of him-roughly thirty or forty in total. Crushing them all would indeed take some effort.

"I'll do my best."

He muttered to himself, jumping onto the next arena.

Bang, bang. Two punches.

The silhouette was defeated.

Just like before, the figure vanished, and the stage was enveloped by that strange light.

The next arena.

The next.

And the next.

Ning Fan's pace grew slower and slower. It was only when he fought his way to the ninth arena that his forward momentum came to a halt. There was no other reason than this-

The opponent on this ninth arena was at the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm, bearing exactly ninety-nine Spirit Marks.

After a fierce bout of combat.

Ning Fan found himself completely unable to shake the opponent. They were locked in a state of absolute equilibrium.

Bang!

Another punch blasted out, erupting with a muffled boom. Both Ning Fan and the silhouette staggered backward. It was still a perfect tie.

By this time, Ning Fan was already somewhat fatigued.

His breathing had grown unsteady.

After all, he had just challenged eight arenas in a row, consecutively defeating eight silhouettes of gradually increasing strength. He had already expended a great deal of stamina.

Suddenly.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed as a sudden burst of inspiration struck his mind...

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