Chapter 90 Shura and Judgment

Ancient Treasures of the Way of the Warrior.

A blood-stained figure stumbled out of the whirlpool and plunged into the frozen sea.

The biting cold eroded his whole body. Jian Changsheng endured the pain and stiffness brought by the cold, struggled to swim a hundred meters, and finally climbed onto a two-meter-long floating ice.

"Cough cough cough..."

He lay weakly on the ice, his whole body was overdrawn. A gust of sea breeze blew over, and the moisture on his body solidified into debris, taking away his last few strands of heat.

Jian Changsheng stared blankly at the black sky and the giant sword that was gradually moving away. There was only numbness on his hideous scarred face.

He survived.

He didn't know how he survived... The last moment of his memory was the scene of Chen Ling standing in front of him with a gun. He remembered that his heart was pierced.

Thinking of this, Jian Changsheng subconsciously reached out to touch his chest. The flesh and blood were still intact, without a big hole. There seemed to be something beating inside...

He could feel that as the heart beat, the murderous aura flowed through his blood, and his whole body seemed to be cleansed.

Also, there seemed to be something more in his body... It kept resonating with the black giant sword in the distance.

"That guy... What kind of monster is he?" Jian Changsheng recalled the red-clothed figure who killed through the Bingdao Ancient Treasures alone, and there was still some fear in his heart.

Ever since he killed Yan Xicai and fought all the way, his spirit has accumulated to an extremely sharp point, but he didn't expect that Chen Ling would jump out at the end and crush his pride into dregs in a few strokes.

The most important thing is that until now, he still doesn't know what the identity of that person is... A usurper of fire? A law enforcer? Or some other conspiracy organization?

Jian Changsheng took a short break and sat up from the ice. His eyes swept across the endless frozen sea, and a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind...

How should he go back?

When they came, they took a boat for several hours. Now he has nothing. Is he going to use his hands to pull the floating ice back?

Jian Changsheng's face became uglier and uglier, because he found that it seemed that apart from this option...he really had no other way.

He gritted his teeth, crawled on the ice, put his hands into the sea, and moved towards the Winter Port little by little with amazing speed and strength.

Jian Changsheng would never have thought that [Shura], who was still high-spirited not long ago, could only be reduced to a human-shaped engine now.

He had to speed up...

Before he starved to death or froze to death.

...

On the way back to District 3, Chen Ling told Han Meng everything that happened in the Bingdao Ancient Collection...Of course, it was a version that he had processed.

Han Meng listened in silence until Chen Ling had finished speaking for a long time, then he asked the first question hoarsely:

"How did Jiang Qin... die?"

"Killed by that No. 8 usurper." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "I avenged him."

Han Meng looked at the coat that originally belonged to No. 8 on Chen Ling, and his eyes flashed with pain. Chen Ling had never seen such loneliness and fatigue on his face.

"... Thank you." This time, it was Han Meng who thanked Chen Ling.

Chen Ling did not accept it, because he felt that he did not deserve this thank you... Jiang Qin was already dead, and revenge for him would not change anything. If he really had the ability, he should have saved Jiang Qin as well.

As for the other people in the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, although their deaths were related to him, even if he did not provoke the hatred between the law enforcers and the usurpers, when the usurpers took the Daoji fragments, the two sides would still fight when they returned to the entrance of the ancient Tibetan, not to mention that there was a thief saint Bai Ye outside.

From the beginning, this group of law enforcers entered the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, and there was no possibility of leaving alive.

"By the way." Han Meng looked at Chen Ling, "Have you set foot on the path of the god of war this time?"

"Yes."

"Which path?"

"[Ashura]."

A hint of surprise flashed across Han Meng's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "[Ashura] is good... In the entire Aurora City, few people have set foot on this path."

"Which path are you on?" Chen Ling asked in a silly manner.

"[Judgment]."

"Is it different from [Ashura]?"

"Of course, [Judgment] pursues the ultimate lethality, but after the rank is high, the main body is relatively fragile... And [Ashura] is the king of close combat. Although the lethality is not as good as [Judgment], it has a strong survivability.

Especially the first-level skill [Blood Robe], you should be able to feel the power it brings to you... Unless you are killed in one blow, the more serious the injury, the stronger the damage. When this effect is amplified to the extreme, the damage is not even inferior to [Judgment]."

Chen Ling nodded thoughtfully.

Now he has the third and fourth level skills of [Judgment] and the first level skill of [Blood Robe]... I don't know if the combination of the two can be regarded as complementing each other's strengths?

"Then how to advance after stepping onto the divine path?" Chen Ling asked tentatively, "Do I need to complete any conditions in advance?"

"Conditions? There is no such thing."

Han Meng explained, "Although the fourteen divine ways in the world are different, their essence is the same... They all use mental power to drive the climb. Every time you climb a step, in addition to obtaining different skills, it will also cause a significant increase in mental power.

In the final analysis, this thing depends on personal talent. People with talents that match the divine way will have faster growth in mental power and faster advancement... If the talent is insufficient, advancement will be very difficult, and you will eventually have to stop at one of the steps and be trapped at that level for life.

Of course, after the fourth step, advancement will become more and more difficult. Sometimes, in addition to the accumulation of mental power, some breakthrough opportunities are also needed."

Sure enough, the advancement of others does not need to be as troublesome as his own... Chen Ling sighed in his heart.

In addition to the growth of mental power, he also needs to complete the performance tasks on the stone steps. If he fails to complete it, he will not be able to enter the next step even if his mental power is high. This means that every step he takes will be several times more difficult than others.

"How long does it usually take to advance from the first level to the second level?"

"For ordinary people, it's about two years. If you have good talent, you can barely advance in more than a year..."

"So long?" Chen Ling was shocked, "How long did it take you?"

"Six months."

Chen Ling: ...

No wonder everyone in District 3 said that Han Meng was a genius in the Way of the God of War... From this point of view, the contrast is too obvious.

But Chen Ling felt something was wrong, because it took him more than a week to step onto the first level of the Way of the God of Drama, and now, his feet have almost touched the second step...

Chen Ling even felt that he should be able to step onto the second level in a few days.

Is he naturally gifted?

Or... the reward after completing the performance directly saved him a lot of time?