The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

Despite a hundred years of dedicated practice, he hadn't even scratched the surface of the Six Void Immortal Scripture.

In my memory.

Zhou Heng studied the "Six Void Immortal Scripture" day and night.

He recognized every single word in the Six Void Immortal Scripture, but he couldn't understand what they meant when put together.

He tried to cultivate, but never gained anything.

For a full century, through countless days and nights, he had memorized the Six Void Immortal Scripture perfectly, yet he still hadn't grasped its essence.

Just as he was beginning to understand something, a century had passed.

Although he had long known that his comprehension was average, Zhou Heng never expected that it would be this bad.

In a hundred years, they still haven't even crossed the threshold of the "Six Void Immortal Scripture".

The saying "diligence can make up for lack of talent" seems to have lost its effect when applied to magical arts.

He was so angry he laughed.

If only I had used all that century of cultivation on "Nine Transformations of the Fish and Dragon".

However, what's done is done, and there's no use regretting it now that the cultivation has already been used up.

Moreover, he had a feeling that after a hundred years of contemplation, he was only one step away from understanding the final piece of the puzzle.

If he had another hundred years of cultivation, he would surely be able to master the basics of the "Six Void Immortal Scripture".

"The road ahead is long, but I will eventually master the Six Void Immortal Scripture."

Zhou Heng comforted himself inwardly.

The more difficult it was to cultivate the "Six Void Immortal Scripture," the more motivated Zhou Heng became.

The more difficult a celestial technique is to cultivate, the more powerful it is.

After all, it is said to be the number one immortal technique in the world, so it is reasonable that it is a bit difficult to cultivate.

He put the copy of the "Six Void Immortal Scripture" into his bosom and spurred his horse forward.

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For several days in a row, Zhou Heng sped along the official road.

They traveled during the day and rested at post stations at night.

That day, he was so eager to get going that he missed the post station.

It wasn't until dark that he realized he was lost in a mountain forest.

As darkness fell completely, Zhou Heng spurred his horse forward and suddenly spotted a bright light ahead.

A thought struck him, and he spurred his horse to go over.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dilapidated temple.

Zhou Heng's experience in Qizhou left him with little fondness for temples in this world.

Temples that appear grand and imposing often harbor filth and corruption.

Moreover, barren mountains, ancient temples...

If the temple also had a plaque with the words "Lanruo Temple" on it, then it would be perfect.

Zhou Heng was not afraid. He tied his horse to the stone post at the temple entrance and stepped into the dilapidated temple.

Upon entering, I discovered that it was an abandoned ancient temple.

The firelight he had seen earlier was a campfire lit by some pedestrians.

Upon seeing Zhou Heng enter, the pedestrians all showed wary expressions.

Several of them stood up, gripping knives, and stared sharply at Zhou Heng.

"Who is it?"

One of them shouted a question.

"I'm a passerby, and I've missed my lodging. I'd like to rest here for the night. Would you gentlemen be so kind as to do me this favor?"

Zhou Heng cupped his hands in greeting and said.

Are you alone?

The man who asked the question replied.

"Exactly."

Zhou Heng said.

"Hmph, in the dead of night, you think we're fools, traveling alone in the Northern Liang Mountains?"

The man shouted, "I don't care what kind of demon or monster you are. Let's keep to ourselves and leave now, or don't blame me for being merciless!"

Clang!

Several knives were drawn simultaneously, their gleaming blades aimed at Zhou Heng, their imposing presence palpable in the firelight.

Zhou Heng remained calm. "This ancient temple is unclaimed land. If you can rest here, why can't I?"

Isn't what you're doing a bit too domineering?

"Put the knife away."

Just then, a middle-aged man who had been sitting by the campfire spoke up.

"The head镖师!"

The man with the knife's expression changed.

"Put the knife away." The middle-aged man stood up and shoved the man's knife back into its sheath.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Zhou Heng and said, "Brother, please forgive us. We guards are inevitably a bit nervous when we're out there."

Hearing rumors of demons lurking in the Northern Liang Mountains, and seeing my brother traveling alone at night, my men couldn't help but be suspicious.

As the middle-aged man spoke, he stepped up to Zhou Heng, his eyes sharp as if he could see right through him.

"understand."

Zhou Heng didn't pay any attention. Instead, he sat down in a corner away from the other person and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

Seeing that Zhou Heng had no intention of chatting, the middle-aged man returned to the campfire, but his eyes kept glancing at Zhou Heng.

With an outsider present, the bodyguards lost their appetite for conversation, ate a little something haphazardly, and went to sleep.

The only sounds in the dilapidated temple were the howling wind and the crackling of the fire.

suddenly.

Zhou Heng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his pupils.

He had just opened his eyes when the middle-aged man who had been sleeping with his head on his arm suddenly jumped up and drew his knife in a flash.

"what!"

A scream came from outside the hall.

The middle-aged man charged out with his knife like a tiger released from its cage.

The bodyguards were also awakened by the screams and scrambled to their feet, rushing outside.

Zhou Heng followed the crowd at a leisurely pace, arriving at the outside of the main hall together.

There was an open space between the main hall and the temple gate. When Zhou Heng came in, he saw several large vehicles parked there.

The wagon is now intact, but the bodyguard who guarded it is now a headless corpse.

The wounds on the corpse's neck were jagged, as if something had bitten them off.

Zhou Heng frowned slightly and looked around.

From the moment he heard the commotion to the moment the bodyguard was killed, almost nothing happened in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly, rushing out immediately, thinking that the other party could prevent the tragedy from happening.

Unexpectedly, the bodyguard still died.

Zhou Heng glanced at the middle-aged man. Judging from the man's movements, he was actually a sixth-grade martial artist.

With such strength, one could be considered a powerful figure in the martial arts world.

They couldn't stop the killer; the killer must be quite strong.

A glint flashed in Zhou Heng's eyes as he scanned the corpse.

Under the aura observation technique, a dense black aura remained on the corpse's neck.

It's demonic energy.

"Who killed Xiangzi!"

The man who had first drawn his knife and questioned Zhou Heng shouted angrily.

"It's you!"

He suddenly turned to look at Zhou Heng, "We've been safe and sound all this way, but tonight we met you, and Xiangzi was murdered."

"You must have come to scout the place, and the murderer was your accomplice, wasn't he!"

The man yelled and swung his knife at Zhou Heng.

"Xiao Fang—"

The middle-aged man shouted, but he seemed too far away to stop him.

No sooner said than done.

The man named Xiao Fang had already mastered some swordsmanship; he was swift and fierce, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply raised his hand slightly and pinched the blade precisely with two fingers.

clang!

A crisp sound.

The long sword was broken in two.

Zhou Heng held the broken half of the blade and casually tossed it out, where it disappeared into the overturned stone lion with a soft thud.

Xiao Fang's arm went numb, and he staggered backward, his face filled with horror.

The middle-aged man's expression also changed drastically. He stepped forward and stood between Xiao Fang and Zhou Heng.

"Who are you, sir? Zhenyuan Escort Agency has no idea who you are. If we have offended you in any way, Lin Qingshan apologizes."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands in greeting.

Zhou Heng glanced at him indifferently, without answering his question.

"What are you escorting?"

His gaze fell on the large trucks, and he asked.