The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1928

The chanting became clearer that everyone suddenly had some vague comprehension of the lines.

The runes and ancient words carved on the wall were lifted and began to wander around the hall.

It was as if thousands of fireflies were flying in the sky––very magical.

"This hall is a place where many martial skills are inherited!

God, the chanting represents a kind of martial art heritage."

"Yes, it's said that the Fallen Immortal World was a cracked continent left behind from the ancient times. Most of the martial arts heritage in the hall were from thousands of years ago,"

some masters exclaimed in astonishment.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes burned with excitement, and even their breathing became heavy.

This was the legacy of martial skills from ancient times!

Everyone knew that martial arts prospered during ancient times and had been passed down from generation to generation.

Warriors of the olden time possessed a tremendous amount of horrifying skills and power, but they all got lost in the river of history.

No one had expected that there were martial skills left in the hall. What was more, there was more than one kind.

"It seems that the martial arts legacy would only show at some specific time.

Now that we have run into such an opportunity, we should take advantage of it and master that craft.

We don't know when these historical accounts will reemerge again.

Everyone calm down, and let's work on these martial skills first.

As for other things, we can deal with them later on.

From now on, no one is allowed to make any noises in the hall.

Let's focus on our meditation and start internalizing these martial arts skills,"

a cultivator uttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You're right. It's more important to focus on these martial art skills.

It's not every day we get to encounter valuable treasures from ancient times.

If we miss this opportunity, we'll surely regret this for the rest of our lives!"

another powerful man also declared.

Then, all the people in the hall were sitting cross-legged and began to meditate.

Nobody knew when these clear chants, runes flying out from the wall, and ancient words would disappear and return to their original state.

So, it was only right that they seized this opportunity.

Otherwise, if they would not, it would be too late.

Just then, something peculiar appeared at the center of the hall.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

Streaks of bucket-sized circular light fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the hall.

Everyone was caught in surprise, and forcibly glanced at it carefully.

"Look, there are nine cushions!"

Nine cushions materialized on the ground, lined up as they basked in the light column.

Somehow, each of them looked mysterious and yet magical.

The one in the middle was golden, while the other eight were purple.

And they were lined up in a straight line.

"Nine cushions? Does each one contain a martial arts inheritance?!"

one of the strong cultivators murmured.

The rest of them cheered up, and their eyes lit up.