Complete Martial Arts Attributes - Chapter 3039

Chapter 2979 The Method of the Mechanical Race’s True God! Rejected! Could it be more than just the 5-star level?

“…”

The three True Gods fell silent, the atmosphere extremely heavy.

The Image of the God of the Underworld!

Who could have imagined that the Image of the God of the Underworld would exist within that dark mist!

This had completely caught them off guard!

The three True Gods were filled with dread, an urge to curse. These Dark Races had practically turned this Dark Void Fortress into an impenetrable fortress!

Unbelievable!

Was this the

true strength of the Dark Races? At this moment, they truly felt the immense power and depth of the Dark Races’ strength.

A mere temporary Dark Void Fortress was already so formidable!

It was almost comparable to the headquarters of the Secondary Profession Alliance.

Just imagine how much time, manpower, and resources it took to build the Secondary Profession Alliance headquarters.

And the Dark Races had accomplished this in a short period.

The comparison was utterly overwhelming!

“With the existence of that [Image of the Underworld God], this dark, deathly power will likely be generated indefinitely!”

the Mechanical Race True God said in a deep voice.

This situation was truly extremely troublesome!

He had a relatively good understanding of the [Image of the Underworld God], after all, the Mechanical Race had always been adept at collecting and analyzing intelligence. While

the Dark Race was indeed mysterious, their invasion of the Light Universe over the years had left behind many traces.

With enough effort, they could still obtain a lot of useful information.

Therefore, the Mechanical Race True God was well aware of the strangeness and power of the [Image of the Underworld God]. In fact, if the being that condensed this [Image of the Underworld God] was that super-powerful Dark Race expert named “Black Heaven,” then it would be even more troublesome.

The Candle Dragon True God and the Radiant Wind True God had obviously also thought of this, their hearts sinking lower and lower.

They thought that by using their backup plan, they could have a final showdown with the [Demonic Devourer Body].

But who could have imagined that such an unexpected event would occur?

It was truly one wave after another.

The three True Gods were all extremely troubled, especially since the [Statue of the Underworld God] was still hidden in the dark mist. They couldn’t observe it, nor could they attack it.

How could they break this situation?

“Wang Teng, that’s the [Statue of the Underworld God] of the Death Nether Clan…”

The Mechanical Race True God also told Wang Teng what he knew and asked, “Are you currently using your mental power to probe into that dark mist?”

He asked this because he had cooperated with Wang Teng before and knew that Wang Teng’s mental power could resist the power of darkness.

Now that he could observe the existence of the [Statue of the Underworld God], he must have used his mental power to probe into the dark mist.

In fact, even they, as True Gods, were outdone.

After all, even they wouldn’t dare to easily let their mental power penetrate into that dark mist.

This kid is truly a freak!

“Yes!” Wang Teng didn’t hide anything and nodded slightly to the Mechanical Race True God from afar.

“That’s good.” The Mechanical Race True God’s eyes lit up slightly, and he said, “Then… can you find a flaw?”

“This… I need to see, senior. This [Statue of the Underworld] is extremely powerful. I feel it… is comparable to a True God-level existence!” Wang Teng hesitated.

The [Statue of the Underworld] before him was indeed terrifying. He had no confidence at all, and even spying on it was difficult, let alone destroying it.

“Comparable to a True God-level existence!!!”

The Mechanical Race True God was shocked, somewhat incredulous.

“Could you be mistaken?”

Wang Teng shook his head and said, “It shouldn’t be wrong. My mental power is currently very close to this [Statue of the Underworld].”

“Very close!” The Mechanical Race True God looked at Wang Teng with some surprise, but then he noticed the words “mental power,” not mental strength. Only then did he remember that Wang Teng was also a mentalist, so there was another possibility that he could enter the Dark Mist. After all, mental power was more like an extension of mental strength.

If we were to compare the three powers of mental power, spiritual power, and soul power, the order would be…

mental power < spiritual power < soul power.

This comparison isn’t about their relative importance; in terms of importance, each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

This order is based on their degree of influence on the physical body.

Soul power has the greatest impact, as it relates to the soul body.

Spiritual power indirectly affects the soul body.

As for mental power, it first affects spiritual power, and its influence on the soul body is relatively small.

“You can actually approach that [Statue of the Underworld God].”

The Mechanical Race True God regained his senses, a hint of disbelief in his voice, and asked, “So, you can attack it?”

“I can, but it’s not very useful.” Wang Teng said helplessly, “My power is too weak!”

“…” The Mechanical Race True God was silent for a moment, feeling somewhat ashamed of his own thoughts, and quickly changed the subject, “What do you need us to do?”

“If possible, it would be best if someone could lend me a hand.” Wang Teng pondered for a moment and made his request.

He certainly couldn’t rely on himself alone; from the previous battle until now, he had at most offered advice, not been a true main attacker.

The Mechanical Race True Gods were caught in a dilemma, feeling helpless. They couldn’t spare the time to help.

Beset by enemies, even the slightest distraction could give the Dark Demon Lord an opening; they couldn’t afford to gamble.

Wang Teng, observing the three True Gods’ predicament, understood their predicament, but in the current situation, he truly had no solution.

He wasn’t omnipotent; he was ultimately only a Domain Lord!

“That’s right!”

a Mechanical Race True God suddenly thought of something and said, “If my divine soul power can be hidden within an object, could you bring it into the Dark Mist?”

A glint flashed in Wang Teng’s eyes, but he hesitated.

His mental power now contained the power of Dark Death; carrying an item containing the Mechanical Race True God’s divine soul power would definitely expose him. The

divine soul perception of a True God was far too powerful; it wouldn’t be able to hide from him.

This time, it wasn’t just a simple evolution; he had already used the [Heart of Darkness] and [Netherworld God Body] talents, which absolutely could not be revealed.

If it were simply power derived from evolution, he could explain it somewhat.

“Senior, I’m afraid it won’t work!” Wang Teng took a deep breath, shook his head, and transmitted his voice, “My mental power was able to approach the [Netherworld God Statue] entirely by borrowing spatial power, but I still need to be careful. If I bring an item containing your divine soul power, I’m afraid it won’t be able to be hidden.”

Upon hearing this, the Mechanical Race True God sighed inwardly. He didn’t doubt Wang Teng’s statement. As he said, being able to get his own mental power close to the [Netherworld God Statue] was already quite difficult, let alone bringing an item.

But this made it even more difficult.

What to do?

“How about I see what happens next?” Wang Teng said.

Having no other choice, he could only risk peering into the [Statue of the God of the Underworld]. After all, he was quite familiar with the [Statue of the God of the Underworld], and perhaps he could find some solutions.

“That’s the only way. Hurry up,” said the Mechanical God.

He didn’t want to rush Wang Teng, but time was of the essence.

Wang Teng stopped wasting words and shifted his attention to the wisp of mental energy. Using his [True Sight Eye], he observed the [Statue of the Underworld] through mental energy.

He dared not look directly at the statue’s face, only peering upwards from its feet, searching for flaws inch by inch.

However,

this [Statue of the Underworld] seemed remarkably perfect to him; it was difficult to find any problems.

At least after examining the lower half of the statue, he couldn’t find the slightest flaw.

“…”

Wang Teng was speechless. Did it have to be this perfect?

What a rip-off!

A deep sense of helplessness welled up in his heart. There was no other way but to continue peering.

“Eh~”

When Wang Teng’s [True Sight Eye] peered into the waist and abdomen of the [Statue of the Underworld], he seemed to suddenly discover something, letting out a soft exclamation.

“Is this where the [Statue of the Underworld]’s energy converges?!”

He was somewhat surprised and also somewhat delighted, feeling as if he had finally found the core issue.

If the power of the [Statue of the Underworld] originates from here, then he wouldn’t need to probe its head, which might be much safer.

“The energy here is indeed incredibly vast and highly concentrated!”

Wang Teng silently observed this location, which was essentially the center of a body, similar to the “Sea of Nothingness.”

“Why here?”

“This [Statue of the Underworld] is so powerful; shouldn’t it, like a true god, store its power in its ‘Divine Kingdom’?”

This question suddenly arose in his mind.

Generally, after reaching the planetary level, a martial artist’s power gathers in their Sea of Consciousness.

Even later-born star fields, small worlds, and immortal kingdoms are transformed from the Sea of Consciousness.

Therefore, the power of a strong person is usually located in the original position of the Sea of Consciousness, that is, in the head.

But now, the power of this [Statue of the Underworld] is in the “Sea of Nothingness,” which is somewhat perplexing.

Wang Teng worried that he had looked in the wrong place.

After all, destroying this [Statue of the Underworld] was of paramount importance and could not be taken lightly.

While pondering, Wang Teng didn’t forget to collect the surrounding attribute bubbles.

Upon entering the purplish-black light cluster, he discovered a vast number of attribute bubbles, even more than outside.

With no time to waste, he unleashed his full power, regardless of potential detection, sweeping out his mental energy to collect the surrounding attribute bubbles.

Instantly, a powerful realization flooded his mind—the realization of the [Statue of the Underworld].

Boom!

Suddenly, the void in Wang Teng’s mind trembled, and the enormous phantom of the [Statue of the Underworld] condensed once more, its power terrifying.

The changes in the runes on its body now appeared entirely in his mind, merging with his memories, as if he had meditated and cultivated for countless years.

Every change was intimately familiar, moving instantly.

At the same time, these runes became increasingly complex, seemingly incomplete before. With the appearance of these new runes, the aura of the [Statue of the Underworld] grew ever more terrifying.

This feeling was extremely strange.

Actually, when he first gained insight into the [Statue of the Underworld], it wasn’t incomplete, indicating it was already whole.

However, now, with the absorption of that insight, he still felt a sense of continuous improvement.

“This is indeed very similar to the [Ancient Body]!”

Wang Teng muttered to himself.

A long time ago, probably when he first gained insight into the [Statue of the Underworld], he felt that it was quite similar to the [Ancient Body].

This similarity wasn’t in terms of rank, nor in terms of the form of power, since their powers were fundamentally different, completely worlds apart.

However, their cultivation methods were somewhat similar.

This similarity lay in the fact that each stage of their cultivation was complete, yet they could continuously improve and grow stronger, like a kind of talent.

If the [Ancient Body] was a physical talent, then the [Statue of the Underworld] was a talent combining physical constitution and soul.

Of course, this was just a metaphor.

The [Statue of the Underworld] seemed to be merely a cultivation method; at least, based on Wang Teng’s current understanding, it was just a cultivation method, not yet reaching the level of a talent.

“Regardless, it is indeed quite similar to the [Ancient Body].”

“The insights I’ve gained are making this [Statue of the Underworld] increasingly perfect and powerful; it should be advancing to the next level.”

A thought flashed through Wang Teng’s mind, a glimmer of understanding rising within him.

He quickly collected attribute bubbles, continuously pushing his understanding of the [Statue of the Underworld] forward…

Boom!

The next moment, his mind jolted; his understanding of the [Statue of the Underworld] seemed to have entered a new realm.

Wang Teng hurriedly looked at the attribute panel.

[Statue of the Underworld] (Unknown): 3000/500000 (5 stars);

“Holy crap! Awesome, it really broke through!”

Wang Teng was both surprised and delighted. He had previously said that this 4-star [Statue of the Underworld] wouldn’t be so easy to break through, after all, it required a full 400,000 attribute points, but in the blink of an eye, it had broken through.

This was practically a slap in the face! But Wang Teng liked it.   If he could keep breaking through, he was willing to experience this kind of slap in the face many more times.   Slap!   Slap away as

much as you want !   ”Uh… Am I being a bit of a jerk?” Wang Teng’s face stiffened, feeling a dangerous urge to collect his thoughts.   Was it really true that shamelessness makes one invincible?   Tsk~   He quickly shook his head, banishing the absurd idea, and continued collecting attribute bubbles.   ”So many!”   Wang Teng was overjoyed. He hadn’t expected that after the [Statue of the Underworld] was upgraded to 5 stars, it would still drop so many attribute bubbles, and the [Statue of the Underworld] in front of him was still continuously dropping them.   ”Could it be more than just 5 stars?”   This thought flashed through Wang Teng’s mind, and he couldn’t stop himself from collecting them. His eyes lit up, his heart filled with anticipation.   Collect!

He would pluck every

last drop of wool from this [Statue of the God of the Underworld]. (End of Chapter)