Peerless Battle Spirit

In the endless darkness, the Ancient Demon Path...

Qin Nan's figure was emitting wisps of immortal glow like an ancient golden turtle, flying across the steps made of rocks at a shocking pace.

Although he was in his spirit form, he was still able to execute the Monarch Arts he had mastered in this unique space.

Besides, he could execute them without expending energy.

"Mm?"

Qin Nan's eyes flickered with astonishment all of a sudden.

As he gradually increased his pace and rose to a greater height, he sharply noticed that the space around him would twist and change every time he climbed a stair.

"The Ancient Demon Path is indeed extraordinary, it must be the reason why someone from the Canglan Continent can reach the Nine Heavens."

Qin Nan suddenly realized a problem that he had been ignoring after he exclaimed in shock.

If the South-Heaven Gate had already suppressed the rules of cultivation to stop people from ascending to the Nine Heavens, why could he still make his way to the Nine Heavens through the Ancient Demon Path?

Didn't the South-Heaven Gate and the others know about its existence?

If not, why would they allow the Ancient Demon Path to exist?

"It seems like the secret of the Canglan Continent isn't as simple as what Senior Martial Serendipity explained."

Qin Nan murmured, before he stopped himself from overthinking it and entered the Martial Addict state.

It was impossible for him to figure out the answers to his questions for the time being. It was better for him to make use of the chance to comprehend the change of time and space around him.

Time and space, even Martial God Realm experts were unable to control these two elements.

Since he could clearly sense them around him, he would not waste this golden opportunity. Even if he could not master the two forces, or even failed to comprehend even the slightest bit, he would still learn a thing or two from the process.

Time gradually passed. Five days were gone fairly quickly.

To the cultivators of Canglan Continent, five days only consisted of sixty hours. It would be gone in no time.

However, to Qin Nan, the five days felt like five years, a total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, which was equal to twenty-one thousand nine hundred hours.

He was fully focused on comprehending the space and time every single hour as he flew forward at his quickest pace. He had no idea how many stairs he had passed along the way.

Despite that, the Ancient Demon Path felt like an endless cycle of reincarnation. No matter how far he flew, regardless of the distance he covered, there was no end to it, an endless cycle.

The feeling of loss was exceedingly terrifying. It did not matter how patient and collected the person was, anyone would be devoured by the darkness.

If Qin Nan had yet to become the top one Martial Monarch of all times, he would completely lose himself in the darkness.

"Is that..."

Qin Nan came to a stop when he suddenly noticed something.

The path a few hundred li ahead was no longer the endless stairs, but a terrifying altar consisted of a few godly mountains. It looked extravagantly majestic, making the people feel minuscule subconsciously.

"The Heavenly Dao, the long-existing Nine Heavens!"

"Cultivator Qin Nan has not lost himself in his spirit form, and has managed to reach the end!"

"As such, the Ancient Demon will awaken the forces of time and space, giving him the chance to ascend to the world of immortals..."

A thunderous voice exploded in the dark. The whole Ancient Demon Path began to tremble.

Before Qin Nan could react, a brilliant light exploded and lit up the darkness, shining upon his figure.

At that instant, Qin Nan felt like his soul was falling into an endless abyss. Despite his effort of trying to break free and execute Monarch Arts, he could not open his eyes, nor could he move his body.

In the end, an indescribable drowsiness struck him, putting him into a deep sleep.

Time gradually flowed like water.

Sometime later, a strong sense of danger exploded in Qin Nan's heart, waking him up from the deep sleep.

"Sky-Stride Blow!"

Qin Nan's figure instantly vanished following the deep groan.

A loud blast took place, producing powerful gusts sweeping in all directions.

"Phew, that was so close!"

Qin Nan let out a relieved sigh. Even though he had no idea what just happened, he only knew that the attack would surely shatter his soul if it landed on him.

"Mm? What is this place..."

Qin Nan quickly observed his surroundings. With a glance, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

His soul was currently at the bottom of a giant chasm that covered a distance of over a thousand li. Around him were towering trees, weird plants, and flowers each emitting a different glow.

When compared to the plants in the Canglan Continent, it was like the difference between the commoners and the natural born Martial Artists.

In addition to that, the surroundings were filled with a strong presence of Qi. There were also wisps of immortal Qi lingering in the air. The rate of cultivating here would be shocking even without relying on any external assistance.

Most importantly, Qin Nan was feeling a strange sense of freedom in this place. He was like a fish that was put back into water, a relaxed feeling that he had never felt before.

It felt like he was no longer bound by chains.

"Is this...the Nine Heavens?"

Qin Nan took a deep breath. The faint immortal glow around his figure grew stronger all of a sudden as if it was undergoing some evolution.

Unlike Canglan, Nine Heavens was the real Martial World.

The rules of Heavens and Earth here were not modified, nor were the rules of cultivation manipulated.

As such, when Qin Nan's soul arrived in this world, it involuntarily had a new breakthrough.

For example, the strength of a giant who had been practicing for a long time by carrying a huge mountain on his shoulder would improve to a whole new level once he placed the mountain down.

"Qin Nan, you're still in your spirit form. It won't last for long in Nine Heavens."

An icy voice suddenly appeared in Qin Nan's mind.

"Copper mirror?"

Qin Nan was slightly startled. He was in his spirit form, yet the copper mirror that stayed in his flesh was still able to communicate with him?

"You have fifteen breaths."

The voice of the woman in the mirror had no emotion.

"Fifteen breaths?"

Qin Nan was stunned. He immediately scanned the surroundings.

The bottom of the chasm was covered in a stern, gory atmosphere. Besides the ancient trees and flowers, lakes and rivers lied a few corpses that belonged to Martial Progenitors, Martial Monarchs. Two of them were even half-Martial Gods.

Most of the corpses were in pieces. Only a few of them were barely complete. Besides, it seemed like they had only died just recently.

"Mm? I'm in luck!"

Qin Nan's eyes glittered when he saw a corpse. Without hesitation, he turned into a ray of light and went into the body.