The mountain-shattering commotion lasted for several seconds before finally stabilizing.
Wang Sheng looked at Wu Tian in shock, feeling as if his mind was about to explode.
The stone gate, which had stood for a hundred years, had now collapsed.
Countless people had flocked to it, exerting all their efforts, yet they couldn't harm it in the slightest.
But now, under Wu Tian's might, all its legends and mysteries had vanished into nothingness.
What kind of cultivation was required to unleash such a world-shattering sword strike?
It was only now that Wang Sheng suddenly realized.
During the previous battle at Guangming Peak, Wu Tian had likely not even used his true strength.
This young man... was truly extraordinary!
He hesitated for two seconds, then walked to Wu Tian's side.
Wu Tian stood leaning on his sword, his back slightly bent, his breathing heavy, and his face a little pale.
The defense of this stone gate had exceeded his imagination. If he hadn't been holding the Benlei Sword and possessed the Xunlei Swordplay, his cultivation as a seventh-level spirit cultivator might not have been enough to break through.
This suggested that the person who left such a miraculous item must have been at least a ninth-level spirit cultivator.
But Wu Tian was puzzled. The Guangming Cult was merely a martial arts sect. How could they afford to invite a dignified ninth-level spirit cultivator?
There seemed to be a hidden secret within all of this.
Seeing that Wu Tian remained silent, Wang Sheng asked softly, "Sect Leader Wu, are you alright?"
Wu Tian snapped back to reality and shook his head, "I'm fine."
"Since the stone gate is open, Sect Leader Wang, let us enter together."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of excitement appeared in Wang Sheng's eyes.
After all, this was the secret place of the Guangming Cult. Who wouldn't want to explore it?
But the excitement quickly vanished, and he shook his head, saying, "I won't go in."
"This is something left by Sect Leader Zhang for you. We are not qualified to enter."
"I see," Wu Tian nodded and said, "In that case, please stand aside, Sect Leader Wang."
"Once I obtain the Qiankun Da Nuoyi, I will naturally come to find you."
Wang Sheng trusted Wu Tian, so he didn't say much more, nodding, "Alright, I'll be going then."
With that, Wang Sheng turned and walked into the passageway.
After Wang Sheng left, Wu Tian's gaze shifted, continuing to look at the secret chamber.
Now that the stone gate was destroyed, there was only a deep darkness before him.
He stepped inside. The moment his front foot landed, the secret chamber immediately lit up.
The light was brought by torches surrounding the chamber.
With the torchlight, Wu Tian surveyed the secret chamber.
This secret chamber was not too large, about the size of a living room.
It was empty, with nothing inside except for aged dust, thickly piled on the floor.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Wu Tian couldn't help but feel confused.
Wasn't it said that the Qiankun Da Nuoyi cultivation technique was kept here?
But why could he see nothing?
In his confusion, Wu Tian stepped through the dust, circling the chamber.
At this moment, he discovered something, and his steps paused.
"This is..."
He looked at the stone wall, his eyes growing more astonished.
On the north wall, large characters had been carved.
The characters resembled some kind of incantation, strangely shaped and difficult to decipher.
Wu Tian sensed something was amiss, so he activated his X-ray vision again and scanned the stone wall.
As expected, there was spiritual energy within this stone wall.
And those characters were like some kind of formation, locking the spiritual energy inside.
This indicated that the back of the stone gate should also have been set up with similar secret techniques.
Wu Tian gently touched the stone wall, and a faint sensation arose.
It was as if... something was summoning him.
He concentrated, closed his eyes, and slowly injected his spiritual energy into the stone wall.
Instantly, he felt his soul being drawn out and absorbed into the stone wall.
But when he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the secret chamber, and his body seemed unchanged.
Just as he was wondering, a light chuckle suddenly sounded from behind him:
"Finally, I've been waiting for you, fated one. May I ask what year it is?"
Wu Tian spun around abruptly, finding that another person had appeared in the secret chamber.
The person appeared to be under thirty, dressed in simple, ancient-style attire, with a dignified appearance and a tall, straight posture.
A faint smile played on his lips, making him easily likable.
Wu Tian asked in surprise, "Who are you..."
The person smiled slightly and said, "I am Zhang Wuji, the thirty-fourth Sect Leader of the Ming Cult."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian trembled, his eyes filled with profound shock.
"Zhang... Zhang Wuji?"
"How is this possible? You're not already..."
Zhang Wuji smiled, "I'm already dead, right?"
"Yes, I didn't find an immortal root, and my body remained mortal, so I couldn't escape birth, aging, sickness, and death."
"What you see now is merely a clone of me."
"Years ago, I found a secret arts master to carve an incantation and seal my spiritual energy, with the purpose of waiting for you."
"After the long passage of time, you have finally arrived."
Wu Tian's mind went blank. He didn't understand what an immortal root was, but he certainly knew about spiritual energy.
Could it be that... Zhang Wuji was actually a spirit cultivator?!
Thinking of this, his mouth felt dry, and he couldn't help but swallow, cupping his fists respectfully:
"So it is Sect Leader Zhang. I am Wu Tian, a junior who has long admired your name."
Zhang Wuji smiled, "No need for so many formalities. I disliked them most in my life."
He looked Wu Tian up and down, then smiled again:
"A seventh-level spirit cultivator. This is beyond my expectations. At your age, I was only a sixth-level spirit cultivator."
"Your ability to reach here means my prophecy was not wrong. It seems the Six Great Sects have returned."
"It's truly an endless cycle of revenge."
Wu Tian was almost losing his ability to think.
He only knew Zhang Wuji's martial arts were peerless, but he didn't know he possessed spirit cultivation.
Learning this now was truly astounding.
He quickly focused on Zhang Wuji, trying to gauge his strength. To his surprise, with his current power, he couldn't see through him at all!
Zhang Wuji smiled faintly, "No need to look further. Although you are a seventh-level spirit cultivator, there is still a vast difference between us."
"My strength... is at the peak of a ninth-level spirit cultivator."
"What?!" Wu Tian's heart seemed to leap from his throat.
Zhang Wuji continued to surprise him time and time again.
He hadn't expected this generation's legend to not only be a spirit cultivator but also a ninth-level spirit cultivator.
Such news was truly dizzying.
Seeing Wu Tian's reaction, Zhang Wuji smiled calmly:
"Don't be surprised. With your abilities, surpassing me is only a matter of time."
"Now I will bestow upon you a great fortune. Learn this Qiankun Da Nuoyi, and your strength will surely advance greatly."
Wu Tian couldn't help but ask doubtfully:
"Sect Leader Zhang, isn't Qiankun Da Nuoyi a martial art?"
"If it is a martial art, then what does it have to do with spirit cultivators?"