Chapter 217: Chapter 155: 3rd Layer Shocking God Stab, Eighth-Layer Perfection, the Newcomer with Unparalleled Aptitude

He flexed his fingers, his mind stirring.

With no need for hand seals or incantations, the instant his will commanded it, the Shocking God Stab appeared before a decorative metal hanging on the opposite wall of the quiet room, as if traversing space itself—a three-inch-long spike entwined with dark golden runes.

It was silent and traceless, stirring no energy fluctuations and leaving no physical mark.

Only Li Wen’s own powerful Primordial Spirit could clearly "see" its existence and trajectory.

Its speed was so immense that beings without a Primordial Spirit could hardly perceive its launch.

The time it took to leave Li Wen’s sea of consciousness and reach its target was, in physical terms, short enough to be negligible.

Invisible to the naked eye, undetectable by physical means.

Only experts who also possessed a Primordial Spirit could sense its fleeting, terrifying aura.

’No wonder the Secret Technique’s description says it can easily kill anyone who hasn’t formed a Primordial Spirit. If you can’t even see a shadow of the attack, how could you sense it? How could you possibly dodge it?’

Li Wen controlled the Shocking God Stab, making it shuttle silently through the quiet room as he simulated all sorts of cunning attack trajectories.

The Shocking God Stab was like an invisible specter, completely obedient to his will.

’Unless they have a soul-defense-type treasure, or their will and soul are so formidable they can sense their impending doom... it’s a guaranteed kill.’

Feeling the immense power contained within the newly formed "sharp spike" being nurtured in his sea of consciousness, a faint smile touched the corners of Li Wen’s lips.

From now on, he had another lethal, hidden, and powerful trump card in his hand—the Primordial Spirit’s Shocking God Stab!

As long as he didn’t encounter a Marquis Level expert who had truly mastered the secrets of the Primordial Spirit, possessed powerful soul defenses, or could simply crush him with overwhelming force, his life had an extra layer of solid protection on a conventional level.

Night fell quietly.

Li Wen stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window of his villa, gazing at the violent, ceaseless thunderclouds capping the distant Nine Heavens Peak.

...

「Galactic Calendar, Year 227, June 2nd.」

On the third floor of the Thunder Attraction Tower on Nine Heavens Peak, the heavy alloy doors to Quiet Room "B-1" slid open silently, revealing the oppressive electrical light within.

A figure stepped out with a steady gait.

Golden electric light flowed around his body like a living creature, leaping and coursing across his skin, outlining a well-proportioned silhouette brimming with explosive power.

Each strand of lightning seemed to have a tangible weight, causing the surrounding air to faintly distort with a subtle CRACKLE.

This was none other than Li Wen, who had just cultivated the Eighth Layer of the Nine Heavens Divine Body to perfection.

As he blinked, thunderclouds seemed to gather in his deep pupils. A flash of lightning flickered and vanished, retracting its intimidating divine glow.

More than three months of arduous cultivation had resulted in more than just a breakthrough in his realm; it had given him a sense of effortless mastery over the power of lightning.

At this moment, though he simply stood calmly in the hallway with the lightning around him yet to fully subside, the latent might he held in check seemed to dim the corridor lights.

[Name: Li Wen]

[Age: 19]

[Realm: High-Level Super Martial Artist (Level 28.9→29.9)]

[Class: Scholar Lv. 12 (34,560/204,800)]

[Skills: Saber Arts: Intent (58%), Dawn Five Forms (Instant Rainbow: 100%, Silent Rainbow: 100%, Mountain Collapser: 90%)]

[Cultivation Techniques: Nine Heavens Divine Body - Eighth Layer (99%), Shocking God Stab - 3rd Layer (100%)]

With a mere thought, his consciousness swept over his status panel.

Three months of seclusion had brought about an all-around improvement.

His physical body’s level had long since reached 29.9. The barrier to the Flying Star Level was within arm’s reach.

He could step into the Flying Star realm whenever he wished, but he wouldn’t.

For the Nine Heavens Divine Body, the Eighth Layer was not the end. Ninth-Layer Perfection—that was the endpoint he had chosen for his Super Martial Artist stage.

Only by stepping into the Flying Star Level with this strongest possible foundation could he forge a truly flawless base for his path of the Divine-Demon Body.

This was one of the twelve top-tier Super Grade Divine-Demon cultivation methods. If he could break through after achieving Ninth-Layer Perfection, just how formidable would his potential become?

To call him the strongest Flying Star Level practitioner of his generation would be no exaggeration.

His progress in the way of the saber hadn’t stalled either.

With the 120% comprehension bonus from his Lv. 12 Scholar class, he had steadily advanced nearly 20 percentage points even in a profound realm like "Intent," where ordinary people struggled to make any progress.

At his current pace, he estimated it would only take another eight or nine months to reach the threshold of peak "Intent."

He had also continued to deepen his mastery of the latter three forms of the Dawn Five Forms, with the Mountain Collapser Form nearing perfection.

His greatest trump card, the Shocking God Stab, had long since been cultivated to the 3rd Layer’s state of perfection.

This pure Primordial Spirit attack Secret Technique, once unleashed, was as fast as light and electricity, exceptionally stealthy, and capable of instantly killing even Divine-Demon Body cultivators at the Great Sun Realm who had already formed their Primordial Spirits.

It was a lethal ace up his sleeve on the spiritual level.

The lightning swirling around him, like docile sprites, slowly retracted into his body at his command.

The violent Spiritual Qi fluctuations in the corridor subsided with it, leaving only his tall, straight figure and the faint, lingering smell of ozone.

"It’s been over three months..." Li Wen muttered to himself, stretching his slightly stiff limbs, which produced a series of crisp cracks.

He didn’t linger, walking straight down the familiar alloy corridor toward the lower levels of the Thunder Attraction Tower.

He left the B-block, entered the milder-energy middle section of the corridor, and then arrived at the spacious but sparsely populated lobby on the first floor.

Along the way, Li Wen’s keen senses picked up on something unusual.

It was too quiet.

It wasn’t just the lack of people. Although Nine Heavens Peak always had few disciples, it shouldn’t be nearly empty on a morning like this.

Usually, he would at least run into a few fellow disciples in the corridors or the lobby, either exchanging a few words or hurrying to their training rooms.