Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

156 Cleared!

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As Balor stood on the 31st floor, preparing to face the hidden trials that awaited him, unbeknownst to him, Arthur had quietly activated his soul power.

Within this time he had mastered the First Level of the Nine Heavens Soul Technique and his use of his soul power can not be compared to before and so is his current cultivation.

Through his mastery of the Nine Heavens Soul Technique, he breached the tower's defenses, gaining a glimpse into Balor's battle.

Arthur's eyes narrowed as he observed the intense confrontation unfolding before him.

Balor's opponents on the 31st floor stood at a power level an entire cultivation realm above his own.

These puppet adversaries were clad in golden armor, their presence exuding a formidable aura that could rival the peak of the Martial Origin Realm.

The puppets unleashed strange and elusive sword techniques, disrupting

Balor's perception and landing precise strikes that stung even in the simulated battle.

Balor gritted his teeth, his determination unyielding.

He knew he couldn't rely solely on his speed and skill anymore. It was time to tap into the true power of the Overlord Sword Technique.

With a surge of energy, Balor infused his essence attacks with sword essence energy, channeling the true essence of the Overlord Sword Technique.

'It time to use that technique...'

"Three Point Strike!"

His strikes became imbued with a deadly precision as he executed the 3-Point Strike, combining three powerful sword attacks into a single devastating onslaught.

The energy construct formed by the three strikes pierced through the puppet's defenses, shattering the illusionary armor and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Balor emerged victorious, advancing to the next floor as the number 32 was proudly displayed for the onlookers to witness his progress.

"Oh heavens he did it!"

"Just two more floors..."

With a deep breath, Balor stepped onto the 32nd floor, ready to face the next challenge that awaited him.

This time, he confronted a puppet whose strength exceeded the Martial Origin Realm, reaching the threshold of the Grand Martial Realm.

The puppet moved with astounding speed and power, its attacks leaving no room for hesitation.

Balor had to dig deep within himself to find the strength to counter each blow, his movements swift and precise.

As the battle intensified, Balor unleashed the full power of the Overlord Sword Technique once again.

"Overlord Sword... Six-Point-Strike!"

His strikes became a symphony of deadly precision, as he executed the Six-Point-Strike Sword Technique, a technique that further enhanced his offensive prowess.

*BOOM!*

The clash of blades echoed through the chamber, a testament to the determination and skill of both Balor and his opponent.

Yet, with unwavering resolve, Balor emerged victorious, his final strike shattering the puppet's defenses and propelling him to the last and final floor.

*Bang!*

Outside the tower, the spectators watched with bated breath as the number 33 appeared on the screen, indicating Balor's arrival at the ultimate stage of the Sword Tower.

Murmurs of astonishment and awe filled the air, as they witnessed the culmination of Balor's extraordinary journey.

Within the tower, Arthur's gaze remained fixed on Balor, feeling satisfied. Balor's progress so far were all within his predictions and it had proved something.

'I am slowly stepping on the workings of the Fate Dao,' Arthur thought.

He had also made some progress with the Fate Gem and his understanding of the fate Dao had greatly advanced but it was the slowest and hardest to improve on.

But with his connection with the Fate Gem growing stronger with its refinement in his soul, Arthur had become able to predict simple events with its power.

Along with this prediction and a well calculated plan of action every thing is moving in the direction he predicted it to be.

This can be considered subtle manipulation of future events.

It had also allowed him to predict someone's attack five seconds ahead of time when he battles.

An overpowered ability he awakened and had tested with his new training partner, Cora.

Meanwhile, Balor continued his challenge. The final floor held unknown challenges and trials, ones that would test Balor's strength, skill, and indomitable spirit.

As he stood on the precipice of greatness, Balor's heart swelled with anticipation and determination.

Unbeknownst to him, the eyes of the spectators and the sect leaders were fixated on his every move.

The excitement and tension in the air were palpable, as the Heavenly Sword Sect held its collective breath, awaiting the outcome of Balor's final trial.

Balor took a moment to steady himself, the weight of the moment settling upon his shoulders.

He knew that this last battle would be the most formidable, a true test of his abilities.

With resolve burning in his eyes, Balor stepped forward, his sword held firmly in his hand.

The journey had been long and arduous, but he had come too far to falter now.

In the chamber of the final floor, an intense battle awaited Balor.

The puppet he faced possessed a strength that surpassed the Martial Origin Realm, its power reaching a level that will match powerful Grand Martial Realm Cultivators.

Staring at the Golden Amour Sword-Wielding Puppet, Balor recalled Arthur's final words.

"The final puppet you will face will have the power of a core disciple and can even contend with the top ten core disciples of the sect, remember..."

Without giving Balor time to do a recap in his mind, the puppet unleashed a fury of attacks, and Balor welcomed them with an attack of his own rather than defending.

'Master said sometimes, offense is the best defence.'

*Clank!*

With each clash of swords, the air crackled with energy, the tension between Balor and his opponent escalating to a fever pitch.

Their movements were a blur of speed and precision, each strike carrying the power of their attacks.

Balor tapped into the depths of his strength, pushing himself beyond his limits.

Every swing of his sword was imbued with the essence of the Overlord Sword Technique, his attacks reaching a level that surpassed his cultivation level.

The battle raged on,each clash reverberating through the chamber as Balor pushed himself to the limit.

Balor's body moved with instinctive grace, his senses heightened as he anticipated each strike from his formidable opponent.

The puppet's attacks were swift and fierce, aimed at exploiting any opening in Balor's defense.

It seemed to possess an uncanny ability to predict Balor's movements, making it increasingly difficult for him to land a decisive blow.

But Balor refused to falter. He called upon the training and teachings he had received under Arthur's guidance, honing his focus and refining his technique.

With each passing moment, he grew more attuned to the puppet's patterns and adapted his strategy accordingly.

As the battle reached its peak, Balor unleashed a combination of speed, strength, and precision that left the puppet reeling.

His sword danced through the air, each strike carrying the weight of his determination and the power of his cultivated essence energy.

A surge of energy enveloped Balor as he executed the Overlord Sword Technique, a devastating series of strikes that showcased the pinnacle of his swordsmanship.

"Overlord Sword Technique..." Balor muttered with bated breath, "Nine-Point-Strike!"

His attacks resonated with the power of the Overlord Sword Technique, infusing the chamber with a whirlwind of sword essence energy.

The puppet struggled to defend against Balor's onslaught, its illusory armor cracking and splintering under the relentless assault.

With a final, decisive strike, Balor shattered the puppet's defenses, sending it crashing to the ground in a shower of wooden fragments.

Silence fell upon the chamber as Balor stood panting, his body drenched in sweat, yet a triumphant smile graced his face.

He had overcome the final obstacle, defeating a puppet that surpassed the Grand Martial Realm.

Outside the Sword Tower, the onlookers watched the number 33 on the display screen, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

When it finally shined golden, indicating Balor's victory, a roar of applause and cheers erupted throughout the sect.

Arthur, his eyes shining with pride, couldn't help but smile. Balor's success was within his expectations, confirming his belief in the young disciple's potential.

The sect leader and the vice sect leader exchanged a glance, both realizing that another genius had risen in their sect, and this signified great changes.

Both of them his their thoughts and their schemes were being changed.

"We have another great genius in our sect. Our days ahead will be more glorious," the vice sect leader spoke, feinting happiness .

"Indeed, our ancestors will be proud. Even master will be happy at this development," the sect leader replied while paying attention to his second-in-command.

"I believe so too."

Their fake conversation ended there while the sect leader's mind raced with thoughts of the benefits Balor's achievement would bring to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

'A disciple of an Immortal Sect. Even if the time for the fusion of the continents come, our sect will not have to be too cautious to those in the central continent but we can't be too sure though.'

He was already thinking of ways to ensure that Balor will have maximum security and protection.

'Nothing must go wrong,' he resolve himself to take a hard decision he had been avoiding for years.

'I have given you enough chance brother...'

Soon Balor exited the tower with a triumphant smiled and welcomed the cheers of his faction members and his friends.

But under his clenched fists was a spatial ring which contains the rewards he received from the tower and most importantly...

'The Outer Disciple Token of an Immortal Sect, just as Master said.'

Balor couldn't believe that he was already a disciple of a sect in the upper realm even if it was just in-name until he signs in at the sect's location.

But he had already surpassed his past expectations of himself in so little time.

'All because of Master...'

Thinking of this, he turned and looked in the direction where Arthur was and gave a deep bow.

"Thank you..." He muttered.

Arthur smiled and nodded from where he sat as the women beside him exchanged glances.

*Boing!*

"Ouch!"

"What are you being all solemn for? Let's go celebrate!" Sun Wukong blew his fist which just landed a knock on Balor's head.

"Why you little..."

"Hey don't you dare complete that sentence, I hate it!" Sun Wukong warned threatening.

Balor smirked,"...you little monkey!"

"That's it, you and me Balor, in the ring!"