As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills - Chapter 384

384 The Strongest Foundation Establishment Realm Scripture
In the void, the light collapsed and condensed into a miniature version of the Saint Cultivation Platform. It landed in Jiang Ming’s palm and was exactly the same as the real Saint Cultivation Platform. There was even a faint fog rising on the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform, making it look extremely magical.

The moment the Saint Cultivation Platform condensed, Jiang Ming had an epiphany. He had been recognized by the Saint Cultivation Platform and became the champion here.

However, the spiritual light actually formed a miniature Saint Cultivation Platform in the end. This was really out of Jiang Ming’s expectations. There did not seem to be such a situation in the past records.

“However, this should not be a bad thing,” Jiang Ming thought to himself and looked up at the golden light hanging above.

Without hesitation, he held the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform and stepped into the air, standing in front of the ball of light.

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A complex and vast spiritual light appeared, containing a restrictive power that made Jiang Ming’s heart palpitate. However, the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform in his hand shook slightly, and the spiritual light immediately retreated and dissipated, revealing the item in the golden light.

“A single sheet of paper?”

Jiang Ming revealed a strange expression. In the light, there was a piece of withered paper that was slightly yellowed. However, when Jiang Ming was about to use his divine will to take a closer look, there seemed to be a large character rising from the withered paper. It rushed into his soul sea like a flood and burst out with a sound.

In just a moment, Jiang Ming’s face turned pale. He was shocked and quickly stopped his probing. He could not help but feel excited.

“It’s really the Saint Cultivation Scripture!”

Although he did not fully comprehend the contents of the withered paper, in just a short moment, he already understood that this piece of withered paper recorded the legendary technique left by the Saint in the Black Rock Ruins. Moreover, it was a cultivation technique for the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Realms, which was very consistent with Jiang Ming’s current cultivation progress.

“In the legends, Saints have all reached the extreme end of their respective fields. They are invincible. Legend has it that among the scriptures left behind here, the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Realm are the strongest techniques in the world. Even other sacred techniques are slightly inferior to these two realms!”

To any genius, such a reward was countless times more precious than any other treasure. Most likely, none of the previous leaders had been able to obtain these scriptures.

“Perhaps these two scriptures appeared because the Black Rock Ruins were about to be destroyed,” Jiang Ming speculated. He could not help but recall what the black sword had said before. There might be an invisible hand in the depths of the Black Rock Ruins that was driving all of this.

“The appearance of these two scriptures is also controlled by that invisible hand in the dark,” Jiang Ming muttered to himself and stopped thinking about it. The most important thing was to get the scripture first.

He immediately stretched out his arm and took out the withered paper, putting it into his storage ring.

With the support of the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform in his palm, everything went smoothly without any obstacles.

However, in the thick fog, the many geniuses below could not see anything clearly. They stretched their necks and raised their heads, wanting to know what Zhang Shan had obtained.

Jiang Ming landed. Other than the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform, there was nothing else in his hand, which disappointed many people.

However, at this moment, no matter how greedy and curious everyone was, no one dared provoke Jiang Ming.

Mo Feng’s corpse was still thrown to the side. Who would dare say that they were stronger than Mo Feng?

For a moment, the Saint Cultivation Platform was silent. Only one person stood in the center, holding the miniature Saint Cultivation Platform and looking down at the many geniuses.

Someone peeked in the direction of the Ancient Kingdom Blessed Land and discovered that Holy Son Gu Chi was also standing quietly at the side.

“Coward.” Some of the geniuses of the grotto-heavens and blessed lands had ugly expressions as they cursed him in their hearts.
Fang Yue and the other forces, who did not make a move, looked calm. Although they did not get any benefits, compared to those sects whose prodigies died, it was a blessing

Thinking of this, Fang Yue’s mood improved even more. When he looked at the disciples of the factions such as the Cangming Grotto-Heaven and the Spirit Silkworm Mountain, an even brighter smile appeared on his face as he greeted them with a smile.

“Fang Yue, restrain yourself. If you get beaten up, don’t cry!” the disciple behind him could not help but say.

Huai Mei’s gaze was also complicated. She suddenly remembered that when she ascended the Saint Cultivation Platform, Zhang Shan had said that the geniuses here were mere weeds to him.

At that time, she had thought that he was arrogant and conceited. However, now it seemed like he was speaking the most simple and unadorned truth. Who among the geniuses here could block his attacks?

“Zhang Shan of the Flowerfruit Mountain,” Huai Mei muttered. When she returned, she would definitely do her best to investigate this sect.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside the Saint Cultivation Platform. It was like thunder, shaking people’s minds.

“Is this the commotion in the Guanghan River?”

Before anyone could react, the Saint Cultivation Platform rippled with a layer of faint light, enveloping all the figures and throwing them out of the Saint Cultivation Platform.

“The battle is over!”

Everyone had different thoughts and was thrown back to the Saint Cultivation Platform in an instant.

When they looked around, the Saint Cultivation Platform’s light had already faded, and it had turned back into an ordinary stone platform. Other than its smooth surface, there was nothing special about it.

Below the Saint Cultivation Platform, the commotion became more and more majestic. Even the clouds in the distance seemed to be stirred up.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a giant blurry shadow that was as big as a mountain range rolling in the depths of the clouds. It was breathing heavily, and it was so loud that it could shake one’s soul.

A path of clouds was formed on the top of the Saint Cultivation Peak. The light flowed and led to an unknown place in the depths of the clouds, as if waiting for visitors.

On the other hand, the end of the path slowly extended until it reached Jiang Ming’s feet.

“Is that the ancient true spirit that lives in the Guanghan River?” Everyone’s expression changed, and they could not help but look at Jiang Ming.

According to the records, only the best of the best were qualified to receive the approval of the true spirit and undergo a test. If they passed the test, they would obtain great fortune.

Everyone was naturally not surprised that Zhang Shan could obtain its approval. After all, killing several top geniuses in a row was a unique record since the birth of the Black Rock Ruins.

“However, according to the legends, the stronger one is, the more difficult the test will be. I wonder what Zhang Shan will encounter?” Someone’s eyes flashed. It was obvious that he had bad intentions and hoped that Jiang Ming would encounter some unforeseen circumstances.

“Looks like I have to make a trip!” Jiang Ming looked at the path and sighed.

He originally wanted to snatch this opportunity and escape. However, it was probably not realistic to escape now.

He turned around and glanced at Wu Hen, who was deep in the crowd. “Don’t worry, wait for me to come out!”

Then, he prepared to step on the unknown path. However, before he could turn around, his eyes focused and looked at the Saint Cultivation Platform.

“You guys.” Jiang Ming was slightly shocked.

Two figures, one big and one small, were slowly walking toward the Saint Cultivation Platform.

After the battle for the Saint Cultivation ended, the Saint Cultivation Platform was sealed again. Even Golden Core Realm cultivators could not enter.

However, the two figures actually ignored the restrictions and walked in without any obstruction.

“Mister!” a little girl’s voice said.

She seemed to want to say something. However, Jiang Ming was suddenly surrounded by fog. The fog became thick and completely enveloped him, and he could not hear anything.