"Yan Hao, Zhu Li, and the two Da Luo Shen Sect disciples are not here...it seems that the assessments are all different!"
Feng Hao did not see Yan Hao and others. Thinking about it, just like the guardian of the temple said, this is the recognition of heaven and earth...
But Feng Hao suddenly felt something in his heart.
Can this recognition from the Ancestral Realm Temple be regarded as... one of the opportunities left by the birth of the master of this universe?
It's like...
After his Feng Zhou is completed, he can also leave a few half-step ancestor opportunities and place them in a temple built by Feng Zhou to store opportunities.
Then, based on the qualifications of the destined people who enter the temple, they will be given a specific assessment to determine whether they are qualified to inherit the opportunity of this half-step ancestor.
In the final analysis, this opportunity is just a package of great power.
"I see……"
Feng Hao murmured in a low voice. He knew that this inference would probably be correct. In this case...this opportunity to become an emperor is not something that only strong people can obtain.
Basically... anyone who is qualified to enter the temple has a chance.
It has nothing to do with realm.
Even an ordinary person can do it.
Feng Hao saw a bridge made of magma in the land of purgatory. There was a door at the opposite end of the bridge.
"It seems that we have to walk across this rock bridge and reach that door for the next round of assessment..."
Feng Hao didn't think that there was only one level in this assessment.
If you think about it from his perspective, if he leaves a chance in Fengzhou, it will definitely not be so simple. Everyone wants to reach the sky in one step.
But...the foundation must be enough!
You must be strong in all aspects, otherwise you will not be able to bear all the consequences of this strength.
Feng Hao was indifferent to the creatures in purgatory. To him... everything was fake and an illusion created by the people who created the trial place.
He climbed onto the rock bridge that was steaming with scalding heat. When the burning sensation came from the soles of his feet, reaching deep into his soul, Feng Hao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"reality?"
Feng Hao was shocked, he seemed to be able to feel the situation of his uncle Li Chongyang entering Fengzhou.
This is an illusion.
But why is it so true?
There is no mistaking that soul-burning feeling.
But Feng Hao didn't care. No amount of pain and suffering could compare to all the hardships he went through from Tianwu Continent to today.
How can we be afraid of this trial after we have walked the road before?
However, the further he walked, the more painful he felt. However, Feng Hao did not even frown. Even though his feet were already scorched, he remained unmoved.
Keep moving forward.
Halfway through, the wailing sounds in their ears seemed to suddenly become amplified. It seemed that if Feng Hao walked forward, the pain they would experience would be deeper.
"Don't go any further. Please let us go. As long as you walk over, you will be sacrificing our lives..."
"Ah... I'm in so much pain, this damn purgatory."
"Please, go back. This way the magma will cool down and we won't suffer so much pain. We can't survive or die!"
The creature rolling in the magma had an expression of endless pain on its face.
They were wailing and begging Feng Hao to let him go.
"One general will eventually become a thousand bones. If you really existed, in the next life...be an ordinary person!"
Feng Hao continued to walk forward, but strangely, after he ignored these people's pleas for mercy, the burning pain in his soul became lighter and lighter.
Then... when he reached the end of the bridge, any pain was gone.
Feng Hao looked back and saw that all the creatures in the magma had disappeared, and the wailing sounds were no longer there. There was only a rock bridge in purgatory leading to the bronze door in front of him.
Feng Hao pushed open the bronze door in front of him, and suddenly... a feeling of cold wind hit his bones, and there was even a sky full of wind and snow blowing in.
Then dissolve in the land of purgatory.
"The Two Heavens of Ice and Fire? There will be no shortage of trials wherever you go..."
Feng Hao couldn't help but chuckle.
He had speculated in this regard before, whether the aftermath of purgatory was related to ice, but he didn't expect it to be true.
He pushed open the copper door and stepped into the ice and snow behind it. Suddenly, a biting coldness reached the depths of his soul, trying to destroy his will.
And Feng Hao, with his previous experience, remained unmoved even though his whole body was almost frozen into an ice man.
Keep going.
There was no ice bridge this time, so he climbed forward in the vast snow-capped mountains, because... on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a bronze gate could be vaguely seen standing on the top of the mountain.
Then...
Feng Hao saw that not far ahead, there were also some people climbing. These people... actually had the marks of Shenzong disciples in the Xuanxian Ancestral Realm.
Feng Hao frowned and said, "Are they all from the Xuanxian Ancestral Realm?"
Feng Hao couldn't help but frown at this time. He remembered that when he came in, the temple guardian mentioned tens of thousands of years ago, which means...
Are these the geniuses from the Shenzong sect who came in for the last trial?
At this time, a Shenzong disciple in front suddenly turned to look at Feng Hao and said, "Another one is here. It seems that our competition has become much greater."
At the same time, other people also looked over and sneered: "Competition? Can we climb over there before we talk?"
Feng Hao wanted to use the power of Fengzhou, but found... that it couldn't be deployed in this place of trial.
It was as if there was a stronger force that forcibly cut off his connection with the Fengzhou in the Daoji in his body.
At this moment, Feng Hao felt a hint of danger.
This place of trial... is indeed not simple.
It even... made him feel like there was a powerful being observing everything here.
Since he couldn't use the power of Feng Zhou, Feng Hao could only grit his teeth and move forward.
Feng Hao ignored these people and headed towards the top of the snow-capped mountains in the wind and snow.
Soon, he surpassed the first Shenzong disciple.
"So fast? Junior brother, how about you take me for a ride?"
The Shenzong disciple who was surpassed by Feng Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Hao's hand. At that moment... Feng Hao's face moved again.
This is a dead man.
Yes...the moment this Shenzong disciple touched Feng Hao's arm, Feng Hao felt...this man had no heartbeat.
But how can a dead person speak and move?
Feng Hao knew that this was still part of the assessment. His arm shook slightly, shaking the man's hand away, and said, "Why bother with this? If there is no chance, why not let it go?"
"Really...how can I let it go?"
The Shenzong disciple's eyes suddenly became dazed, and then his body fell into the snow-capped mountains.
"These people should be the ones who entered the temple before and stayed here...all are dead!"
Feng Hao lamented that the way to practice is too difficult, as difficult as climbing to heaven.
From the cultivation of ordinary people to the immortals, all the way through thorns and thorns, hundreds of millions of people were trampled under their feet, and in the end... in the end... they were no different from ordinary people, and they were bound to die.
Feng Hao continued to move forward, facing death in the morning and evening. On this road climbing to the end of the heavenly road, Feng Hao never gave up.