Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 756: Chapter 565: Entering the Holy Hall (Part 2)

”It’s over!”

With a shout, the Heaven-Ascending Ladder contest concluded, and the participants swiftly flew down from the ladder. Lin Feng and his companions, who were above the 950th level, disappeared one after another.

Accompanied by a slight sense of dizziness, the light dimmed, and Lin Feng found himself in a magnificent grand hall. The hall was elliptical, filled with lifelike giant statues, each standing twenty to thirty meters tall, resembling giants. There were a total of 108 statues, all with the faces of the Alien Race, differing only in attire and weaponry.

Below these statues were plaques.

A scent of decay permeated the air.

An overwhelming pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Apart from these statues, there were three skeletons on the golden altar at the front of the hall.

The three skeletons sat cross-legged, their bones exuding a jade-like luster, with slight ripples emanating from them.

From their positioning, it was clear that these three skeletons held a status above the statues.

In the Holy Hall, only Emperors could have plaques, and only the top-tier among Emperors could have a statue. Over the millennia on the Divine Martial Continent, only 108 statues had been left behind.

Skeletons more esteemed than top-tier Emperors were undoubtedly Demigods.

Inside the Holy Hall, there were also seventeen figures, all Alien Race Kings.

They gazed at the unexpected visitors with anger in their eyes but dared not make a move.

No one dared to act inside the Holy Hall. Once a battle ensued, regardless of victory or defeat, the entire Hall would be destroyed.

This place was the most important heritage site on the Divine Martial Continent and could not afford any mistakes.

Therefore, they could only endure silently.

Their presence was also to deter the Human Race from causing any destruction here.

Lin Feng paid no attention to these Alien Race Kings. After a brief assessment, he focused on the three skeletons.

”Fellow Demigod, do you know the identities of these three skeletons? Could they be old friends of yours? A reunion with old acquaintances, would you like to come out and catch up?”

Lin Feng silently thought to himself.

In the Soul Sea, Nightmare’s eyes were cold, expression calm, silent.

”Can you survive by turning into a Demon Spirit? Are they also waiting for a chance to resurrect?” Lin Feng continued to ask.

Nightmare remained silent, as if hearing Lin Feng’s words.

”Haha.”

Lin Feng chuckled mockingly, saying no more, but remained particularly cautious in his heart.

Lin Feng observed around. Apart from the 17 aliens, there were 63 participants in the hall, including himself. Nine were from Hua Country, which was relatively many compared to other countries, among whom were Xu Rongguang and Chen Junhao.

Zhao Zhou, who was always inseparable from Chen Junhao, was nowhere to be seen.

Upon entering the Holy Hall, some were eager to try and communicate with the statues using their Spiritual Power.

They did not recognize the Alien Race powerhouses represented by the statues. Their choices were primarily based on the weapons or features the statues held.

Lin Feng did not attempt immediately but observed others instead.

At this moment, Chen Junhao stood before a statue holding twin hammers.

It was a statue of an Alien Race male appearing to be in his thirties or forties, much more robust than other statues, seemingly on a path of physical enhancement.

Chen Junhao’s expression kept changing, his entire body trembling. As he was about to lose his stand, his body swelled rapidly, entering a Demon Transformation state, letting out a roar.

”Damn, why the heck are you shouting!”

Many were startled, glared at Chen Junhao, and couldn’t help but curse.

Lin Feng’s gaze landed on Xu Rongguang, who stood before a fiery red statue—a hooded woman holding a Magic Staff.

Xu Rongguang’s eyes were slightly closed. After a moment, crimson lines appeared on his body, spreading across, with wisps of flame shadows seemingly about to ignite him, but causing no harm.

While Chen Junhao and Xu Rongguang succeeded in communicating with the statues, others continued to do so but to no avail.

However, this didn’t necessarily mean a lack of talent or complete failure. Perhaps, they just hadn’t found the right statue.

At this moment, Lin Feng looked toward a Western male holding a sword. The man donned Metal Armor, with lush facial hair, looked quite handsome, about thirty-four years old, named Moses, and was a popular student, standing before a statue holding a long sword.

Lin Feng could feel an invisible Sword Intent, a fiery Sword Intent.

This Sword Intent wasn’t released by Moses but emanated from the statue. The long sword in Moses’ hand trembled gently, producing a clang. His expression distorted as he spat a mouthful of blood, his face pale, clearly heavily wounded.

Everyone was attempting to communicate with the statues. Although they knew they might not obtain true inheritance, possibly getting injured instead, no one wanted to pass up this rare opportunity.

Lin Feng observed for a while before heading toward a statue.

It was a statue of a robust man shining with Thunder light, devoid of any weapon.

Lin Feng looked into the statue’s eyes but felt no reaction, sensing no ripple.

Lin Feng tried enveloping his Spiritual Power over his eyes and looked at the statue’s eyes again.

The next moment, his vision suddenly changed. He seemed to be standing in a sea of Thunder, where the descending Thunderbolts appeared as characters.

Lin Feng couldn’t comprehend these Thunder symbols, perhaps due to which the lightning repeatedly struck him.

He wanted to evade, but in this boundless Thunder, there was nowhere to hide.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn’t outpace the lightning.

Lin Feng knew it was an Illusion Realm, yet the pain felt so real, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

Not being able to hold on for long, Lin Feng shut his eyes, withdrawing from the world of electricity.

He failed.

Lin Feng looked down at his arm, which felt a bit numb and had some charred marks.

This meant that the Illusion Realm was not entirely fictitious.

Due to the Thunder Attribute, he could communicate with the statue, but evidently, he failed the test.

Lin Feng wasn’t disappointed either.

He wasn’t purely a Thunder Technique cultivator, so failure was normal.

”With Nightmare Possession, perhaps I could comprehend something.”

Lin Feng thought silently.

Unfortunately, under so many eyes, he couldn’t use Nightmare Possession.

Besides, Lin Feng didn’t need these inheritances.

Even if he obtained the inheritance of an Alien Race Emperor, it would take years to comprehend and digest.

He already possessed the ”Fish Dragon Transformation” cultivation technique, created by the invincible Dragon King—a Divine Level technique, far more powerful than these inheritances.

He didn’t need to comprehend any attribute powers or Sword Intent. His future primary combat style was explosions.

Simple and pure explosions.

Inexhaustible, endless explosions.

After attempting to communicate with three statues and failing consecutively,

Lin Feng lingered for a while before gradually walking toward the three skeletons.

Under many astonished gazes, he stood before the skeletons, closing his eyes.

Was he trying to communicate with the skeletons?

Communicate with Demigods?