High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were few.

Deep within the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Division in Shanghai.

A nine-story pagoda, entirely forged from obsidian, stands quietly in the core area protected by multiple arrays. This is the foundation of the Demon Slayer Division—the Martial Arts Hall.

This place houses the martial arts heritage passed down through the blood and lives of countless predecessors of the Demon Slayer Division of Shanghai over hundreds of years, making it one of the most heavily guarded forbidden areas in the entire city.

Normally, even a fifth-rank military commander would need special approval from the general to access a martial arts manual at the higher levels, and would have to consume a huge amount of merit points.

But tonight, this place welcomes a visitor with the highest level of privileges.

Dressed in black, Feng Mo moved like a ghost through the gaps in the patrol team's movements.

The azure general's token on his chest exuded a faint yet undeniable aura. All the visible and hidden sentries along the way, and all the trigger-activated warning arrays, were like docile cats in front of him, without causing the slightest ripple.

Before the heavy stone gate of the martial arts hall, two sixth-level guardian elders, whose auras were as deep as an abyss and who had been in seclusion here for many years, opened their eyes the moment they sensed the aura of the token.

They looked at the excessively young boy with a hint of surprise in their eyes, but they didn't ask any questions. They simply silently activated their magic to open the door leading into the hall.

"Boom!"

The massive stone gate slowly opened, and an ancient aura, a blend of the scent of books and ink, the aroma of metal and stone, and the weight of time, rushed out.

Feng Mo did not linger on the lower levels; those martial arts techniques from the first to the fourth tier were of no value to him.

He stepped directly onto the stairs leading to the top floor, his token in hand, allowing him unimpeded passage.

The higher you go, the denser the spiritual energy in the air becomes, and the more complex and profound the protective runes engraved on the walls become.

When he stepped onto the ninth floor, the view before him suddenly opened up.

This place is not filled with bookshelves as one might imagine, but rather a vast space resembling a starry sky.

Countless jade slips, animal skin scrolls, and bronze books, radiating various colors of light, floated silently in mid-air like stars, maintaining a mysterious distance from each other and not interfering with one another.

Each "star" represents a top-tier inheritance that is at least at the fifth rank, or even reaches the sixth rank!

"Great Sun Burning Heaven Sword Technique", "Black Tortoise Sea Suppressing Fist", "Nine Revolutions Thunder Body", "Void Illusion Step"...

If any one of these martial arts techniques were to spread to the outside world, it would be enough to cause a bloodbath and drive countless martial artists mad.

Here, they simply wait quietly to be read.

Feng Mo stood in the center of this sea of ​​martial arts stars, took a deep breath, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes were filled with a brilliant golden light!

Sharp eyes! —Activate!

A profound and all-knowing wisdom! —Activate!

He pushed his two mythical talents to their limits at this moment!

In an instant, the entire ninth floor changed completely in his eyes.

The spiritual light and restrictions surrounding those floating jade slips and animal hide scrolls vanished instantly under the discerning eyes of the Fiery Eyes.

Every word, every meridian circulation diagram, and every profound technique recorded therein seemed to be forcibly stripped from its carrier by an invisible hand, transforming into a torrent of the purest martial arts information that surged wildly into his sea of ​​consciousness!

"The Great Sun Burning Heaven Sword Technique"?

Under the analysis of Tongtian Huishi, the complex eighty-one sword moves were instantly traced back to their origins and transformed into the three core principles of "gathering fire", "condensing qi", and "explosion".

Xuanwu Zhenhai Fist?

That seemingly powerful and overwhelming fist technique, which emphasizes overwhelming force, is essentially nothing more than the superposition and application of earth and water energy to construct a pseudo-gravity field.

Void Phantom Step?

A phantom is a shallow disturbance of spatial energy that creates visual deception.

……

The top-tier martial arts techniques that outsiders would find require decades or even centuries of painstaking study to comprehend could not even maintain their mystery for a second in front of Feng Mo.

He was like a being from the highest dimension, looking down at the paintings from the lower dimension.

Those complex lines and exquisite compositions were simplified into the most basic points, lines, and planes in his eyes.

He doesn't need to learn or imitate; he simply observes, disassembles, and absorbs.

He disassembled the most essential and fundamental core principles of these martial arts like building blocks, and then categorized and piled them up in his own martial arts database.

Swordsmanship, knife skills, fist techniques, palm techniques, finger techniques...

Body movement, footwork, body tempering techniques, secret arts...

Dozens of top-tier fifth and sixth-order martial arts techniques were "devoured" by him in a near-plundering manner in less than half an hour!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the martial spirit of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven shimmered with golden light, seemingly becoming more solid and agile due to the infusion of this vast amount of martial arts knowledge.

When the last jade slip containing the sixth-order movement technique "Wind and Thunder Guidance" completely dimmed, Feng Mo let out a long breath.

When he opened his eyes again, they were so deep they seemed to devour all light.

At this moment, he may still seem unfamiliar with the moves, but in terms of the accumulation of martial arts theory and the breadth of his knowledge, he has probably surpassed most of the sixth-level experts in Shanghai, and even rivaled Feng Qingyang!

This is the terrifying boost brought about by a mythical-level martial soul—it's completely unreasonable!

"The foundation is enough."

Feng Mo murmured something, turned around, and left this treasure trove of martial arts, from which he had already drained its essence, without a trace of regret.

His next target was the core of the sixth-order Spirit Gathering Array, located deep within the headquarters of the Demon Slaying Division, a place only the generals of each generation were qualified to enter!

After passing through layers of corridors and heavily guarded checkpoints, Feng Mo finally arrived at a huge portal carved from a single piece of "Void Crystal".

The door itself is a priceless spatial treasure. It has no lock, only a groove that perfectly matches the shape of the token on his chest.

The sky-blue token was gently embedded.

"Buzz—"

The space distorted slightly, and the intricate patterns on the door lit up one by one. Then, the entire door, like molten mercury, silently receded to both sides.

A dense spiritual energy, almost tangible, rushed towards us.

That's not spiritual mist, it's spiritual liquid!

Milky-white droplets of spiritual energy, like rootless dewdrops, floated leisurely in mid-air, colliding with each other and then converging into larger droplets, eventually falling into a small pool formed by the spiritual liquid, splashing out ripples of energy.

The level of luxury here is more than ten times better than the underground training room of Villa No. 1 in Shanghai's Wuhan University!

This is the general's private training room, built on the core of a sixth-order spirit-gathering array!

Feng Mo stepped inside, and the Void Crystal Gate slowly closed behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked directly into the spiritual liquid pool, which was no more than three meters in diameter, and sat down cross-legged.