368: Chapter 362 Numerous Inheritances

Boom!

At this moment, Song Yang's body transformed into a glowing golden furnace!

He could clearly "see" every one of his cells greedily gulping down the energy washing over them.

Countless microscopic injuries were repaired at a visible rate under the nourishment of this energy, becoming even more perfect.

His cellular structure was undergoing a profound transformation, evolving toward a higher life form.

Song Yang slowly exhaled and took another step.

With that step, he landed steadily on the 335th stair.

This time, there was no pain, no pressure.

Only a sense of security from standing on solid ground.

Just as he steadied himself, the scene before his eyes changed abruptly.

It was no longer an endless staircase of bluestone.

He seemed to have arrived in the middle of a vast starry sky.

Before him stood a verdant divine mountain, towering into the clouds, its peak unseen.

At the summit of the divine mountain.

A figure stood quietly.

It was a special life form composed entirely of countless vines, green leaves, and flowers.

She had no facial features, yet one could clearly sense her focus.

In her hand, she held a long saber condensed from emerald green light.

The next second.

She moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor the aura to cleave the galaxy.

She simply swung her saber.

That strike was like an antelope hanging by its horns—traceless and elusive.

The saber light flared and instantly receded, as if it had never appeared.

But at this moment, Song Yang's pupils constricted to the limit!

He saw it!

That was a pure manifestation of taking the "Way of Technique" to the extreme!

Flawless and natural, watertight and perfect.

There were no flaws whatsoever.

Or rather, her every move was saber technique, and every move was perfection.

Song Yang was completely immersed, forgetting time and forgetting where he was.

He just stared blankly at the figure, watching her practice that seemingly simple yet profoundly wise saber technique over and over again.

He did not know how much time had passed.

The figure on the summit slowly dissipated.

The scene before Song Yang's eyes returned to the original bluestone stairs.

He felt a sense of loss.

Although he used a spear, the myriad Great Daos all lead to the same destination.

The ultimate principles of "Technique" contained within that saber art provided him with immeasurable inspiration.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and took the next step.

The 336th stair!

The scene before his eyes changed once again.

This time, he arrived above a boundless, azure lake.

The lake surface was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.

In the center of the lake stood another figure.

That was a life form composed entirely of pure, flawless crystal!

His figure was similar to a human's, but his body was crystalline; inside, it seemed as if billions of stars were circulating, being born and dying, exuding an aura far more ancient and powerful than that Plant Lifeform from before.

Song Yang's heartbeat almost stopped the moment he saw him.

Because, in the crystal life form's hand, he held a spear also made of crystal!

Hum—!

The crystal life form moved.

He casually thrust his spear toward the lake surface.

He didn't use any energy.

He relied solely on the most perfect control of power and the most profound understanding of spear techniques.

"Splash!"

The calm lake surface instantly exploded!

Ten thousand zhang of waves surged into the sky.

Immediately after, he flicked his wrist, the spear striking out like a dragon in an upward thrust.

The movement was simple to the extreme.

Yet Song Yang saw that with his movement, the entire space was set in motion, and the tip of that crystal spear seemed to become the center of the entire universe, prying up unimaginable power!

Song Yang's gaze was locked tightly onto the crystal life form, his brain working frantically, imprinting every one of his movements and every detail into the depths of his soul.

This was true spear technique!

Compared to him, the spear techniques he had been so proud of before were simply as laughable as a child's doodles!

The level of that crystal life form absolutely far exceeded the Cosmic Level!

Song Yang stopped thinking about anything else and sat down on the 336th stair.

His eyes reflected the figure of the crystal life form practicing the spear technique.

His mind completely immersed itself in that simple yet powerful, return-to-basics spear Dao principle.

One day.

Two days.

A full week passed quietly.

Song Yang remained motionless like a stone statue.

He watched the spear technique performed by the crystal life form from beginning to end, in its entirety.

Just once.

Yet he felt that his spear technique realm had undergone an earth-shattering transformation!

When Song Yang opened his eyes again, the crystal life form practicing the spear technique had disappeared.

His eyes were clear and deep, as if containing a universe of spears.

That return-to-basics spear technique had already been completely imprinted into his soul, becoming the most solid cornerstone of his martial arts foundation.

He could feel that his understanding of the "spear" had reached a whole new dimension.

Before, he was using a spear.

But now, he was the spear!

Song Yang stood up, his internal power circulating without the slightest stagnation or discomfort; instead, due to the transformation on the mental level, his physical body had also received a miraculous baptism, becoming lighter and tougher.

He took a step and set foot on the 337th stair.

Boom!

The scene before his eyes changed again.

This time, he arrived in a world burning with golden flames.

A giant wearing lava armor, with a stature as massive as a mountain, was practicing a set of wide-open, powerful fist techniques.

Each punch thrown made the entire world of flames tremble, as if he could shatter a star with a single strike!

This was the ultimate manifestation of pure power!

Song Yang immersed himself in it, absorbing its profound mysteries.

The 338th stair.

He saw an assassin walking in the shadows, with ghostly footwork, and every time the dagger swept by, it carried a sharp edge.

The 339th stair.

He saw a life form composed of light, practicing a sacred and vast sword technique.

...

One step, one stair; one step, one legacy.

Like a sponge, Song Yang was frantically absorbing these supreme techniques from ancient times, and even from the very beginning of the universe.

He was not greedy for quantity; for each legacy, he only took the core of its "Technique"—that most fundamental principle—to draw inferences and verify his own spear Dao.

His spear technique was becoming rounded and perfect at a terrifying speed.

Unknowingly, he had already walked to the 499th stair.

He took a deep breath, preparing to step onto the 500th.

Just as he lifted his foot and was about to land it.

An indescribable, irresistible, and terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

Crack!

Song Yang's knees went weak, and he almost fell to his knees directly.

The bones in his body groaned under the unbearable load.

His soul felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, almost crushed.

The world before his eyes began to distort, and the short distance to the 500th stair seemed to turn into an insurmountable chasm!

Song Yang's face turned pale, and he hurriedly withdrew his foot; only then did that terrifying pressure suddenly disappear.

He stood on the 499th stair, his chest heaving violently, with fine cold sweat seeping out on his forehead.

What happened?