On the altar, Lin Yun’s face was pale because he had failed again. Three days ago, he had reached the ninth level, but he had failed over thirty times to beat it. Every time he failed, he was left with heavy injuries that gave him great pain.

The drums were so powerful that his divine firmament sword intent couldn’t last for long. It was unbelievable. Even if his divine firmament sword intent manifested into the sky, the drums would still be able to tear the sky apart.

Color returned to Lin Yun’s face after a long time and then he quietly opened his eyes.

“I’ll try this again after I master the Song of the Phoenix. It’s hard to face the war drums with my sword intent alone, and wielding the flute as a sword doesn’t help right now.” The multiple failures had sparked Lin Yun’s fighting spirit and he was determined...