A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 119 The Light of the Mind, the Initial Boundary

Magnets that can record sound and images are not uncommon. In nature, there are some special magnetic field landforms that act like natural video and audio recorders, capturing images of people or creatures and then playing them back repeatedly decades later under special weather conditions.

However, in the dark underground palace, spanning a thousand years, just as someone stepped into this place, a sigh was uttered.

That strange stone, which bears the words of the bearded stranger, has clearly undergone an unknown and exquisite process.

When this sound reached the ears of the intruders, it subtly served as a signal, prompting the three figures in black armor to take an even more drastic next step.

Although these three sets of Xuan armor are all made of black plates, their shapes are actually quite different from each other.

At a glance, you can tell that the black armor in the middle is the most magnificent.

The armor on the left depicts a slender figure.

The armor on the right is smaller and more delicate.

Beneath their helmets were black faceplates, and below their arm armor were black metal gloves of indeterminate material, with clearly defined knuckles.

The covering was so tight that it was impossible to guess what was inside these three suits of armor. Was it a human body, a zombie, an intricate mechanism, or even... an empty shell with nothing inside?

When they started moving again, Lang Shiqi, Guan Luoyang, and even Bai Tong, who was still behind the door, all reached a consensus in an instant.

These three sets of black armor are definitely alive, or at least controlled by something that is alive.

Because their movements are full of life and expansiveness, like fish entering the sea, eagles soaring in the sky, and beasts beginning to stand upright and run on the earth, creating such a mysterious visual impact.

The armored man in the middle stretched out his shoulders and waist, and in one step, he crossed most of the bridge, raised his arm, and struck Lang Shiqi straight and unyielding.

Lang Shiqi didn't want to fight it head-on, so he tried to dodge from the side and let the armored men fight the group behind them first.

But just as Lang Shiqi's body suddenly shrank and tilted to the side, the armored man in front of him also seemed to shift at an angle out of thin air. Although his posture did not change much, the landing point of his punch also changed, locking Lang Shiqi's position after dodging.

Having no other choice, Lang Shiqi could only swing his sword and slash.

The Qin King's sword shone with a brilliant green light, striking the fist of the burly armored man.

The sound of the two sides colliding was loud but brief, like two solid iron lumps colliding in mid-air and breaking apart instantly.

Lang Shiqi was forced to retreat backward.

The Qin King's ancient sword, sharp enough to cut iron like mud and piercing one's heart, left not a single mark on the ancient, dark gauntlet.

He was just beginning to be surprised when he felt his vision suddenly go blank and darken, and an intense sense of oppression reached the hairs on his face.

The burly armored man swung his arm, and the fist he threw from his other arm naturally bypassed all of Lang Shiqi's defenses, suddenly striking him in the face.

Lang Shiqi flattened himself and flew backward, trying to minimize the damage from the punch.

But his half-hearted retreat exceeded his expectations. When he was halfway back, he realized that he was unable to stop the retreating trend on his own.

This retreat went straight over the bridge, across the wide area paved with bricks, and crashed into the rock wall next to the stone gate.

As he retreated, he passed Guan Luoyang less than three meters away, and the burly armored man who was in hot pursuit followed without any deviation.

At that moment, the tall, armored man arrived in front of Guan Luoyang and attacked him.

Bang! !

Wave 17 crashed into the rock wall.

The white copper just crossed the stone gate, and that moment was the clearest.

When Lang Shiqi crashed into the rock wall, some dust rose up around him, but then, along with his struggling movements, the dust was frozen in mid-air.

In that instant, the surrounding air clearly hardened, as if it had taken on a form, as if it had been cast into a coffin imprisoning Lang Shiqi, and even had a faint feeling that it would continue to solidify, be pushed, and sink into the depths of the stone wall.

Bai Tong recalled some "science popularization" that Lu Chunhua had mentioned to them along the way.

The Bearded Stranger's signature skill, the Sea-Casting Token, is said to be a strange art that resembles a fist and palm technique, but has the miraculous effect of capturing seawater and wind and rain and casting it into a tangible object.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Tong stepped back slightly to the side, dodging the fan-shaped emerald green light that slashed horizontally from the stone wall.

Lang Shiqi returned to his normal form and broke free of his restraints with a single sword strike.

The air, which had become hard and tangible, was destroyed by this sword strike and then dissipated into nothingness.

But the burly armored man caught up and, before Lang Shiqi could dodge, unleashed a barrage of punches.

Its fist sometimes clashed with the Qin King's sword, and sometimes it struck the air, but then a large chunk of air solidified to suppress and affect Lang Shiqi's movements.

The shape changes of Lang Shiqi were already strange and elusive enough; he could be an adult or a child, with long arms and short legs, or round or flat, constantly changing.

This transformation was unlike that of a person, yet its swiftness and ferocity could not be described by any muddy dough. If one had to find a metaphor, it would probably be like a monstrous spirit born from lead-gray clouds.

As long as there is even the slightest opening in the opponent's attack, he can slip through the gap like smoke and retaliate with the most ruthless sword strike.

However, he, along with his sword and the lantern, were trapped in a space less than two meters wide against the rock wall by the movements of the burly armored man.

The more they fought, the greater the pressure became; they couldn't find even the slightest opening.

Bai Tong was very close to the battlefield, but he didn't stand idly by; instead, he moved around quickly.

He was an archer, and although he was also skilled in fist fighting and swordsmanship, he could only maximize his advantages by maintaining a certain distance.

The arrows burst forth like a thunderous rain, like a relentless torrent of lightning.

The cheapest and also the most abundant wooden talisman arrows, each of which explodes after being launched.

All the arrows were aimed at the smallest armored figure from a relatively long distance.

While he was constantly firing these wooden arrows, he actually tried more than once to find an opportunity to shoot the amethyst spirit arrow.

However, the petite armored figure's defensive and approaching stance was simply too impeccable.

Even the spiritual wood chips that explode directly in front of it will be driven by its palm and collide with other arrows as the light slightly distorts.

The white bronze figure and the petite armored man had the widest range of movement, having traversed half of the plaza in an instant, even running up the rock face and using the lamps and pearls embedded in the rocks for leverage.

Of the three armored figures, the burly, heavily armored man clearly had the most aggressive fighting style.

If there is only one intruder, with the burly armored man leading the attack and the other two providing support, they could probably blast a typical three-star enemy to death in a single round.

But this time, one of them is a member of the Divine Martial Clan with a semi-finished immortal bloodline, and he also wields the Qin King's Sword of Courage.

The other two were stable reincarnators who were used to such things, so the situation was temporarily maintained.

Bai Tong also noticed that the tall, armored man had launched a fierce attack on Guan Luoyang.

Terrible!

Strange, it's just a one-on-one fight between the armored warrior and the human, and neither side has suffered any damage yet. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word "tragic" at all.

However, when that armored man, who should have been tall and slender, with imposing black armor and even a somewhat composed demeanor, suddenly stumbled and slashed out with a sound like a knife breaking through the air.

In a single move, the air was thick with the stench of blood and the stench of weapons emanating from between all the armor plates on his body.

Once war breaks out, regardless of whether they are scholars or warriors, high-class or common people, whether they are bold or timid, lucky or unlucky, they will all be dragged down to the bare minimum of humanity, to the point of initial comparison.

Life and death are tied to the knife.

Guan Luoyang threw a punch horizontally, deflecting the armored man's arm and avoiding the blade. He then spun around and kicked the tall, armored man in the waist from the side.

Regardless of what power this armor is powered by, since it is made in human form, damaging the waist will inevitably cause it to lose its balance.

The tall, armored man lowered one hand to block, simultaneously thrusting his body forward. With his other hand, he rubbed his fingers together in front of his waist and abdomen, as if holding a short knife, and stabbed it towards Guan Luoyang's stomach.

After Guan Luoyang kicked, his foot bounced back and landed quickly. He slapped down the forearm that was stabbing at him with his left hand, and then gathered green energy in his right palm and struck out at his chest.

The armored man raised his lowered hand and delivered a powerful, short-range chop like a knife or axe, the edge of his gauntlet colliding with Guan Luoyang's right palm.

The blue aura on Guan Luoyang's hand was instantly dispersed, and he felt a slight pain in his palm.

The tall, armored man swayed slightly under the impact of the dissipating azure energy, took a half-step back, and then brought his hands together to slash at the enemy.

Buzz!

The trembling ripples extended outwards from the slender, armored man's hands, forming blade-shaped flames more than five feet long.

The rusty red blade, with a small but wild tremor, slashed down at Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang unleashed his full potential, using his mental cultivation method as the guiding principle, coordinating all the power in his body and concentrating it into his Cannon Fist.

When the punch collided with the blade light, the azure energy suddenly expanded, indeed losing all order, and scattered haphazardly.

The slender, armored man slid back.

Guan Luoyang's hand was not injured, but he felt a piercing pain.

Normally, this pain would only fuel his fighting spirit and make his pursuit even more intense, but for some reason, with a tremor of his hand, it seemed as if the hand had pulled his body out of thin air, causing him to suddenly stop in place.

In an instant, Guan Luoyang and Bai Tong realized the truth almost simultaneously.

"The light of my own soul?!"

The star rating of reincarnators has also undergone an evolution. It is said that a long time ago, one to three stars were actually considered as the same rank, while four to six stars were considered the second rank.

Therefore, there is a very clear dividing line between three-star and four-star. It is not only the difference in combat power, but more importantly, whether or not one has cultivated their own unique spiritual light.

In the infinite world, there are actually quite a few creatures that can reach the three-star level or above before adulthood through natural growth, and then advance to the four-star level or even higher.

Those well-known mythical beasts and ferocious creatures, such as dragons, phoenixes, and Taotie; those born gods; demons born in response to calamities; the last bloodline of the battle planet; the opposing sides born from the cosmic spiral; the giants that grew from the soul of the planet; the metal bodies that evolved and multiplied from the initial spark; and so on.

Looking around, there seemed to be so many that they were countless.

However, if we compare this group of extraordinary races within the context of the infinite world as a whole, then the intelligent beings belonging to the "mortal" and "mediocre" categories actually constitute the vast majority, exceeding the former by billions and billions of times, and far more.

For these ordinary creatures, if they rely solely on natural growth, being able to live a healthy life to adulthood is already considered a small stroke of luck.

Even in adulthood, during their prime years when their physique is at its best, they may not even be able to achieve a one-star rating. If they want to improve, they undoubtedly need to undergo more extra training, learning, and change. These things can be collectively referred to as cultivation.

However, conventional cultivation methods only change things from the outside in. Although learning and training can make the outer layer more solid and tough, it is difficult to change the essence. The limitation of innate genes has become a common and important obstacle.

The light of one's own soul is proof that one can break through innate racial limitations and use one's own individual pursuits to begin transcending genes.

This thing is not actually an offensive power that can exist independently, but rather a kind of glory that belongs to oneself. However, after possessing this spiritual light, the original means of attack will also be given a deeper level of change.

The reason why the powerful armored man's strength could continue to restrain Lang Shiqi's movements after he left his body was because of this.

The tall, armored man, whose attack power was roughly on par with Guan Luoyang's, repeatedly broke through his energy defenses, causing him to experience pain he shouldn't have, and even briefly paused from the wounds he sustained.

This is also the effect of the light of the soul.

To put it simply, the existence of one's innate spiritual light helps to preserve and maintain the effectiveness of an individual's power after it leaves the body.

"But that's not right. If any of these three armored men possesses four-star quality, then as soon as one of them steps out, we'll have no choice but to run away on the spot."

Bai Tong thought to himself, "The power of a three-star being possesses the spiritual light of a four-star being. Unless someone is manipulating it from afar, could there be a four-star living being hidden in this underground palace?"

Thinking about this, he felt a bit like giving up.

Although we don't know the situation with that four-star, the mere possibility of it is a huge threat. Anyway, we're not on a mission for reincarnators right now, so there's no need to rush in.

This underground palace isn't going anywhere, so let's evacuate first and prepare later.

Bai Tong was about to send a message to Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang raised his hand and touched his face.

He used the fingertips of his left hand to gently and slowly stroke his left cheek.

His fingers seemed empty, and his face seemed empty as well, but he vaguely felt... there should be something there.

Before the tall, armored man attacked again, Guan Luoyang's gaze swept over the three suits of armor.

Both the long-armored and the muscular armored figures moved in a straight line, but the petite armored figure, in pursuit of the white bronze, circled the entire arena, even taking a detour near Guan Luoyang.

He didn't notice it when his vital energy was protecting him, but after his vital energy was temporarily broken, he had a guess.

"That thing, which I can't see at all with my current eyesight, seems to be a thin thread of life?"

(End of this chapter)