Chapter 056: Thunder Drum Heavenly Sound, Wind Soaring to the Nine Heavens!

"This is a vision, two visions, how is that possible?" Her big eyes sparkled with disbelief, and Yun'er's pretty face instantly froze. Those who could comprehend visions were rare in the Eastern Continent; even some family holy sons who comprehended one vision during the Blood Refining stage were considered monstrous.

Except for some hidden sacred lands, where the geniuses were the most dazzling, they generally did not appear in the Eastern Continent but roamed the Central Region.

Even Huang Li's vision was only a half-finished product; these visions might only be generated upon breaking through to the Martial Artist realm. With visions加持, combat power skyrocketed. Yun'er had heard of those who comprehended two visions, but such people now stood at the very pinnacle of the Eastern Continent.

"Thunder Drum Heavenly Sound, Wind Soaring to the Nine Heavens—these are two powerful visions. Even my elder brother only comprehended one, and that was at the Martial Artist realm." Yun'er's big eyes sparkled with excitement as she murmured with a smile.

The drumming was deafening, the wind howled and raged, the river of blood and qi shook heaven and earth, faintly turning blood-red in the sky, as the surrounding primeval energy surged wildly.

That Yang Tian could condense two visions was partly due to the Fire Dragon Divine Fruit, partly to the War Heaven Art, and partly to his extremely condensed blood and qi, solid foundation, and formidable physique.

Yang Tian's aura soared step by step, the river of blood and qi constantly shaking heaven and earth, as his mind and spirit sensed the acupoints.

The second realm of martial arts was to open the acupoints. The human body had one hundred and eight acupoints, but they were all hidden deep within the flesh. Without a strong foundation, one could not sense them at all. This second realm was also the most difficult to cross.

Acupoints also varied in strength, which depended on the power of the cultivation technique. Compared to ordinary mortal-grade techniques, with a profound-grade technique, the energy in the acupoints would be slightly greater. If all one hundred and eight acupoints were opened, the effect would be astonishing. The continent had seen many cases of跨越级 battles, but this was under the premise of having a top-grade technique.

Sinking his mind into his body, Yang Tian sensed every minute change in his flesh. He seemed to become part of his body, with every subtle change under his control.

"Here!" Sensing a hint of movement, a trace of joy appeared on Yang Tian's face. Inside his body, a small figure formed from blood and qi appeared in his mind's space, continuously practicing fist techniques.

In the void, a fortress-like obstruction weakened. As Yang Tian threw punch after punch, the wind howled and raged, the thunder drum shook, and the obstruction above the fortress grew smaller and smaller.

"Break!" With a furious shout, the blood-and-qi figure threw dozens of consecutive punches, completely shattering the obstruction on the fortress. A golden acupoint, the size of an eye, appeared before his eyes.

"Power of the acupoint, open for me!" Devouring ancient pills madly, the blood-and-qi figure within Yang Tian fought more fiercely, its moves grand and unrestrained, continuously striking the acupoint.

At the edges of the acupoint, cracks were spreading. As Yang Tian kept punching, strands of blood and qi emerged from within the acupoint, each drop several times denser than those in the river of blood and qi.

Rumble! A crimson blood light suddenly burst from the acupoint, piercing straight into Yang Tian's qi sea. The entire river of blood and qi instantly rippled. With the power of the acupoint加持, Yang Tian's combat power nearly doubled.

Yang Tian only stopped punching after tearing a gap in the acupoint. If the acupoint were completely broken, he would advance to the Martial Artist realm, and then he would face the repulsive force of the Martial Dao Mountain, likely being teleported out.

As Yang Tian continued to devour ancient pills, the energy in the acupoint grew more abundant, continuously penetrating the river of blood and qi. Yang Tian smiled with satisfaction. Now, facing Huang Li, even if he used his half-finished Dao artifact, he wouldn't be so狼狈.

"I need to find more ways to get some ancient pills. This amount is nowhere near enough to break through to the Martial Artist realm." Looking at the ancient pills, which were less than half consumed, Yang Tian shook his head helplessly. The War Heaven Art required an terrifying amount of energy.

Although the primeval energy was formidable, it had a very high compatibility with Yang Tian's technique. Yang Tian had previously thought his blood and qi were strong enough, but they were still far from sufficient.

Inside the cave, Yang Tian slowly opened his eyes. As they opened and closed, crimson light flickered. His complexion had returned to normal, and a faint, terrifying aura leaked from within.

"Brother Yang, you're awake!" Seeing Yang Tian open his eyes, a smile spread across Yun'er's pretty face, her eyebrows curving into crescents as she spoke cheerfully.

"Heh, just finished cultivating. By the way, Yun'er, are your injuries healed now?" Nodding, Yang Tian said with a slight smile, his gaze sweeping around.

"Uh..." Yang Tian's expression froze for a moment as he looked around. Compared to the original dry cave, a faint fragrance now filled the air, the walls were adorned with many decorations, and there were even chairs and teacups nearby.

"I'm fine. I recovered yesterday." Raising her little fist, Yun'er smoothed a few strands of hair on her shoulder, feeling very pleased at Yang Tian's surprised expression.

"Heh, good that you're fine." Scratching his head, Yang Tian's expression was a bit unnatural. The fragrance around him was exactly the same as the scent emanating from Yun'er's body, like a young girl's boudoir.

Across from him, Yun'er poured the boiled tea into a cup, handed it to Yang Tian, and stared at him with her beautiful eyes, saying softly, "Brother Yang, this is tea I brewed. Please have a taste."

"Thank you." Taking the teacup, Yang Tian lifted his eyelids. Their eyes met, and a peculiar atmosphere spread. A flush of embarrassment crept onto Yang Tian's face as he quickly uttered a word of thanks.

"Brother Yang, it's me who should thank you. If not for you, I would have lost my life twice." Glancing at Yang Tian's embarrassed look, Yun'er suddenly smiled.

"No need to be polite. I was just passing by." Yang Tian waved his hand, smiling faintly, then cast a puzzled glance at Yun'er and asked, "Why aren't you with your elder brother? And how did you end up provoking them?"

Hearing this, Yun'er felt a little embarrassed as she smoothed the hair on her shoulder and said softly, "I was bored, so I sneaked out to play. Who knew I'd run into a skeleton in a cave? That skeleton still had its wits—it was an old man—and he gave me this."

Yun'er turned around, picked up the crystal ball on the table, and said, "That old man gave this to me, telling me to find the ruins of the Array Sect and receive some inheritance. Later, I ran into those people who wanted to snatch my inheritance, and then you know the rest..."

"Array Sect!" Yang Tian's throat bobbed, and his gaze instantly froze. If he hadn't heard of other ancient sects, that was normal, but the Array Sect's reputation was almost universally known.

The Array Sect, in ancient times, was one of the top ten super sects in the Eastern Continent, its fame surpassing that of comparable sects. The disciples within the sect specialized in killing arrays, and no one in the continent dared to provoke them. Even families with deep foundations did not dare to challenge them.

The killing arrays they deployed were too formidable; they could even shake and kill great cultivators, and even those with great divine abilities dared not act arrogantly. Almost all disciples could fight across levels!

The Array Sect stood tall in ancient times, always flourishing, and was also a very wealthy sect. However, ancient records stated that a great calamity occurred in antiquity. This tragic history was rarely mentioned, and even Yang Tian did not know about it.

After that great war, the Array Sect was annihilated, but the sect's ruins were moved away by a supreme translocation array. Countless experts had investigated this event but found no trace or clue.

Yang Tian never expected Yun'er's luck to be so heaven-defying. If this matter leaked out, it would likely stir up a huge uproar.

"Brother Yang, is the Array Sect very powerful?" Seeing Yang Tian's dazed expression, Yun'er clasped her hands together and said happily.

"Uh..." Looking at Yun'er's innocent expression, Yang Tian couldn't help but roll his eyes, but he still explained, "The Array Sect is very strong. I've seen it in ancient texts—it's countless times stronger than the Yellow Dragon Valley!"

Hearing this, Yun'er was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Yang Tian's arm and exclaimed, "Countless times stronger than the Yellow Dragon Valley? That's impossible! The Yellow Dragon Valley is untouchable throughout the Eastern Continent."

A faint, elegant fragrance instantly assailed his nostrils. Yang Tian looked at the face so close to him, couldn't help but be dazed, a hint of tenderness swirling in his heart, his throat a little dry.

"Oh." The heavy masculine breath hit her, and a flush of shyness surged onto Yun'er's pretty face. She quickly let go of Yang Tian's arm, her cheeks puffing up.

"Uh... this is all recorded in ancient texts. I don't know if it's true or not, but that was ancient times, and it certainly can't compare to now." Scratching his head, Yang Tian didn't dare to meet her eyes and smiled faintly.

The atmosphere eased, and Yun'er returned to her usual expression, staring at the crystal ball in her hand, her eyes shimmering with hope.

"What luck, the Array Sect's inheritance. If it really emerges, it will surely stir up the winds and clouds of the Martial Dao Mountain, right?" Smacking his lips, Yang Tian praised repeatedly in his heart.

"How about this, Yun'er? Once I master a martial technique, we'll go look for it." Thoughts stirred in Yang Tian's mind. The Array Sect's foundation was terrifying; it might not only have arrays.

Moreover, this inheritance would eventually emerge. Falling into enemy hands was not something Yang Tian wanted to see.

"Great, Brother Yang! I'll wait for you to finish cultivating your martial technique." Nodding, Yun'er said delightedly.

Looking at the jade slip in Yang Tian's hand, Yun'er glanced at it, then obediently sat to one side, her beautiful eyes occasionally falling on Yang Tian's face.

Yang Tian had been absorbing the information from the jade slip. Last time, he had only glanced at it roughly. Hand seals were a difficult martial technique to cultivate in the cultivation world, requiring mastery of rather intricate seal formulas.

Yang Tian had already experienced the power of the Earth-Shaking Seal and had taken a liking to this seal technique.

After absorbing the jade slip's information, Yang Tian continuously deduced the variations of the seal formula in his mind. It was several hours before he opened his eyes.

"The Earth-Shaking Seal, when cultivated to great completion, can actually rival a low-grade Star-rank martial technique. Truly incredible." When the Earth-Shaking Seal was cultivated to great completion, it could superimpose a phantom seal formula, doubling its power.

Yang Tian sat cross-legged, his hands crossed, thumbs pressed together, forming a strange posture. He was silent for a few breaths, then with a thought, strands of blood energy surged out above his crossed hands, gathering in the air above them.

Suddenly, Yang Tian's hands changed, continuously forming seal formulas, waving rapidly in the air. Strands of blood energy kept surging above his hands, and a thumb-sized seal slowly took shape.

Chi.

Abruptly, the small seal凝聚 in the air began to tremble, showing signs of dissipating. Yang Tian suppressed it with all his might, but the trembling grew stronger, and finally, it vanished into the air.

Having failed once, Yang Tian was not discouraged at all. If he had succeeded on the first try, he would have suspected he had gotten a fake.

In the cave, the surrounding ancient energy sometimes gathered, sometimes scattered, sometimes surging like the ocean waves, sometimes fleeting like an ephemeral flower, sometimes like rain beating on banana leaves, and sometimes his fingers danced in the void, moving swiftly like flowers falling from the sky, leaving Yun'er dazzled and unable to take it all in...