Nine hundred and seventieth nine chapters show the world
There was a soft sound of footsteps, and then another thump.
On the stairs leading to the upper level, there were several figures covered in light walking slowly.
There were eight figures in total, and among these figures there were sounds of breathing and grinding of teeth.
There are five people who have cultivated in Yangzhao. It is extremely difficult to walk on the stairs at this moment.
This is their limit. Going up to this floor is their limit. They may not even be able to go up... to the next floor.
But there is a belief in their hearts that they want to know if a certain person can reach a higher level.
In front of them, there was a figure several feet away from them.
This figure walked neither slowly nor slowly. But his steps were very steady, and he climbed two levels with each step.
This is the sixty-ninth floor of Zhuxian Pavilion.
Among Xuanzhao, there are not many who can reach the 69th floor of Zhuxian Pavilion, but there are also many.
Those who can be called the pride of heaven can also step on the 69th floor. But the 70th floor is the watershed. Over tens of billions of years, the Canghai Mirror has been opened thousands of times. There are not more than a hundred Xuanzhao monks who have climbed to the 70th floor.
There are no more than three people on the seventy-fifth floor.
These three people have all become the top people in Cangyuntian. One of them has become the strongest ancestor of the Ancient Immortal Sect.
That person is Yan Zun who created the myth of invincibility four billion years ago. As for the other two, they are even older and cannot be verified.
But when these three people entered the seventy-fifth floor, they were all in the Xuanzang realm. But the people they followed were just transformed gods.
It goes against common sense for a cultivator to ascend to the Immortal Pavilion and reach the sixty-ninth floor.
Among the Immortal Pavilions, the distance between the first floor and the next is no more than a thousand feet. The distance between the first floor and the next floor is no more than a hundred feet. But this hundred feet is like a celestial being, blocking tens of thousands of monks.
Therefore, they wanted to see if this unconventional person could climb to the seventy-fifth floor.
There was a muffled groan, followed by a heavy retreating sound.
The steps recede and the steps reappear.
Some people couldn't bear the pressure of the sixty-nine levels, so they ran backwards under the radiance pouring from their bodies, and finally fell heavily to the ground while coughing up blood.
"This is my limit...I have already stopped at the sixty-seventh floor. If I didn't just have faith and wanted to see how far this god-forming monk could reach, I wouldn't have reached this level.
"
This was a Yangzhao monk who was originally on the sixty-seventh floor choosing exercises. Later, he saw a famous monk who transformed into gods ascending the steps. He went straight to the upper floor without stopping for a moment.
In shock, he couldn't help but follow him up. He climbed to two levels in a row, which he didn't even expect.
"Although I am a little unwilling to stop at the sixty-ninth floor. I know in my heart...my talent is not extremely superior. Although I am called a genius by outsiders, there are many geniuses in the world, but they are only half a point better than ordinary people."
"This person has reached the seventieth level with the realm of transformation into gods. If he reaches it, he is truly a genius! He is not a self-proclaimed person or what outsiders call him."
"This class of people! No longer need any title!"
"Don't worry, I will take your place to witness the miracle." Someone said, this is the person with the highest cultivation level among the eight people. He is already the fifth step of Amaterasu.
But it was extremely difficult for him to climb this level.
This person gritted his teeth and only relied on a belief. He wanted to witness the rise of a myth.
Although they were shocked in their hearts, the figure walking away silently shocked them and at the same time, a bright light appeared in the scenery.
This person is indeed a monk who transforms into gods, and his aura cannot be faked. There has never been such an amazing person in the past.
However, they saw it.
How can this not make people feel excited?
The figure still climbed to the top without any pause.
Time passed by breath by breath, and finally someone couldn't hold on anymore. That chasm was finally untouchable.
The other four Yangzhao powerhouses retreated from the steps one after another and returned to the sixty-eighth floor.
There are only three Amaterasu left.
But the three Amaterasu were gritting their teeth. Under the light, large beads of sweat were dripping down. They continued to fall from their foreheads and cheeks.
The beads of sweat evaporated in the glow before they even landed on the steps.
At this time, there are only more than thirty steps left from the seventieth floor.
For them, these more than thirty steps are a thousand or even ten thousand times more difficult than walking hundreds of millions of miles in one breath.
The road was difficult to walk, and the heart was difficult to stand firm. Finally, with a muffled groan, someone stepped back down the steps, and in the turbulent light, blood was shed.
The demonic clone walked slowly, not paying any attention to the following or retreating of those behind him.
For him, whether these people can keep up is irrelevant to him.
After more than thirty steps, the demonic clone finally stepped on the seventieth floor.
He looked back and saw that there was no one behind him. The last two Amaterasu monks who persisted, despite persisting all the way, were still not strong enough and finally retreated to the balcony.
The demonic clone quickly turned around and looked around, looking around.
This is the seventieth floor. After he climbed to this floor, the radiance on his body increased several times, making it even more dazzling. The weight he carried became even stronger.
It's just that I still don't feel anything about the demonic clone.
"Master Jian, how long can you last?" The demonic clone looked down at its own glory and asked.
He was able to do it without any effort, naturally not because of his own strength.
If you rely on yourself, let alone the 70th floor, even the 60th floor is difficult. Even if you reach the foothold, you can only stop here like Aoki.
He was able to reach this point only with the help of the magic sword behind him and the sword spirit in the sword.
"At the seventy level, you can reach the realm of nirvana. At the eighty level, you reach the realm of annihilation. At the ninety level, you can't enter without being empty. Between the ninety and one hundred levels, there are all divine passages. But even if you are a Donghua traitor,
Back then, it stopped at the ninety-eighth floor."
"In the Ancient Immortal Court, the five Immortal Kings are above the ninety-fifth floor and below the ninety-eighth floor. No one can log in to the upper two floors except the Immortal Lord."
The demonic clone's eyes flashed and he said: "Will the most powerful magical power be above the ninety-eighth level?"
"It's not above the ninety-eighth floor. It's on the eighty-fifth floor. It just wanders in the air and is extremely difficult to capture. Otherwise, no one would have gotten it until now."
"If someone hadn't touched that object and attracted the most powerful aura, Lord Jian, I would have thought it was just empty talk."
The demonic clone lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Eighty-fifth floor?"
Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Don't worry, since Master Jian asked you to seize that thing, he will certainly be able to send you to the eighty-fifth floor."
"Although Master Jian's strength has greatly declined, his realm is still there. With this empty realm, I can definitely send you up."
The demonic clone nodded and said, "Thank you Master Jian."
"Why do we need to talk about this between you and me? After you receive my master's inheritance, Lord Jian, I will treat you as my younger brother. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Jian."
"..."
The demonic clone ignored it and just glanced around.
It is even hazier here, but in the eyes of the demonic clone who is now in the Tao realm, it cannot block his sight.
Most of the spiritual materials stored on the seventieth floor have never been seen by the demonic clones. But judging from the halo of scattered waves, the quality is undoubtedly very high.
The demonic clone is extremely jealous, but unfortunately, only one thing can be taken from the Immortal Pavilion. Otherwise, the demonic clone would have already used these things for himself.
He just glanced at it and continued climbing upwards.
Although with every step, the radiance increases layer by layer. But under the layer of light, there is billowing black mist constantly surging from the sword body.
The bright ink light is mixed with ribbons, and the threads are melted into each other, making the brilliance thick but without any weight.
The demonic clone walked all the way without stopping for a moment. He didn't meet any monks either.
Until he reached the seventy-fifth floor, which attracted several exclamations of surprise.
There are three people here. These three people sit cross-legged here. After concentrating their strength and wanting to rest, they climbed to the seventy-sixth floor in one go and obtained magical powers.
"Middle stage of Nirvana." Sword Spirit spoke via voice transmission.
The three figures enveloped by the light have all reached the middle stage of Nirvana, otherwise they would not have been able to reach the seventy-fifth floor.
The demonic clone's eyes moved. This was the person with the highest cultivation level he had ever encountered in the inner realm. His aura was several times more powerful than that of the old man outside Zhuxian Pavilion.
After the three nirvana masters felt the aura of the newcomer, their hearts pounded with horror.
"Monk of Transformation!"
They did not expect that the monks who transformed themselves into gods could reach such a high level in Zhuxian Pavilion.
The three Nirvana monks saw that the man did not pause at all and continued to walk towards the upper steps.
"You two... have you ever seen a monk who transformed into a god ascend to the Seven Numbers Pavilion that only Nirvana is eligible to enter?"
A powerful voice spoke in a trembling voice, and one could clearly hear the heavy breathing.
No one answered, so the answer was obviously no. Otherwise, I wouldn't be shocked by this.
"It's very possible... that this person has hidden his cultivation. In fact, he has reached the peak of Nirvana! I don't know if this person can reach the seventy-sixth floor."
The three nirvana masters all stood up and took a few steps to reach the steps so that they could see the road above.
What they saw was that the man walked calmly along the way. Climbing up the stairs seemed to be a simple and easy task.
However, in their sight, there was no trace of the previous person.
It wasn't until half an hour later that no one came back from above. They finally believed that the man had reached the 76th floor, which they probably couldn't reach.
But at the next moment, the entire level suddenly started shaking violently.
Not only this floor, but almost all the attic floors were shaking violently, as if they were about to collapse, making it difficult to stand upright.
Everyone is shocked!
This is not only true outside the Immortal Pavilions, but also inside the Immortal Pavilions.
"Someone... climbed to the eightieth floor."
A light rose up. Like fireworks, it dispelled all the fog, leaving only clarity.
Starting from the eightieth floor, it continues to the seventy-ninth floor, going down layer by layer. The lights are shining brightly.
There is nothing better than this for thousands of lights.
At this moment, a hundred-story tower towering into the clouds appeared in Canghai. It was ten thousand feet tall.
The fireworks burned for eighty years. The Immortal Pavilions completely emerged from the other side of the world, continuing into the ancient Immortal Court, and appeared in people's sight.
There was another exclamation, and fireworks surged toward the top of the tower.
The eighty-first floor of Zhuxian Pavilion suddenly lit up.
(There may not be any updates these days, and I don’t have half the strength to do so. For me, the most beloved woman in the world, my grandma, left me forever three days ago.)