Mu Chen: A Short Story

Within the brilliant river of light, a dark purple light flashed by. The countless beams within the river of light actually moved away by itself and allowed the purple light to pass through smoothly.
At this moment, Mu Chen was within the purple light. His expression was filled with disbelief and shock. Ever since he had obtained the mysterious black paper, it had only displayed a miraculous power when the Nine Nether Bird attempted to seize his body. Since then, it had returned to its peaceful state and no matter what Mu Chen did, he had failed to make any contact with it.
But contrary to his expectations, the mysterious black paper had once again begun to move…
Although Mu Chen was stunned deep down inside, he did not resist against it. Ever
He stared at the beams that flowed by and noticed at least three different beams that were at the same brightness as the Nine Dragon Skywind Art while he progressed further in. It was evident that these beams possessed a Quasi-Deity Tier Spiritual Art as well.
Mu Chen stared reluctantly at the bright lights in the distance. However, seeing that the purple light did not show any signs of stopping, he could only let out a helpless sigh. Right now, it wanted to see just where it would bring him to.
The dark purple light continued to carried Mu Chen into the depths of the river of light. After approximately ten minutes, Mu Chen noticed that their speed had finally slowed down. At this moment, the surroundings were completely devoid of light and was not as magnificent looking as before. Instead, it seemed that he had reached the very end of the river of light.
In the end, the purple light had finally stopped and Mu Chen glanced around the darkness. He let out a bitter laugh. Just what the hell was going up?
Just when Mu Chen was dumbfounded, swishing sounds rushed out from the deepest parts of the darkness. He immediately turned around and noticed a black clump with a tail of light was rushing towards him at an alarming
It was clear that they were currently cultivating.
“Ohoho, I wonder if any of this little guys would manage to obtain a Deity Tier Spiritual Art this time? During the past few years, only Shen Cangsheng and Li Xuantong managed to obtain a Deity Tier Spiritual Art during their freshmen year, right?” The white-haired old man in front of Elder Zhu Tian chuckled as he placed a board piece down.
“That depends on the mood of the Spiritual Arts Hall. If it was in a bad mood and had strengthened the guardian, it would become much more difficult.” Elder Zhu Tian smiled and continued speaking: “However, there are a few powerful ones among the freshmen this time. I think that it is possible for them to obtain a Quasi-Deity Tier Spiritual Art.”
The white-haired old man smiled and nodded. Just when he was about to speak again, his expression suddenly changed. From within the hall, a rippling fluctuation had emitted out. It was from a consciousness that did not seem human.
“Someone had made contact with a Spiritual Art at the Core Territory of the Spiritual Art