A few moments later, Mu Fan set foot on the one hundredth stone step.
The pressure around him instantly surged.
However, it was only enough to make Mu Fan furrow his brow slightly.
‘Then let’s see where my limit truly lies.’
Taking a deep breath, Mu Fan continued his ascent.
‘This guy really is terrifying.’
Shen Muyao marveled inwardly as she watched Mu Fan.
After all, beyond the hundredth step, only cultivators at the Mortal Transcendence Realm could typically withstand such immense pressure!
Meanwhile, the crowd below was shocked into silence by the sight of Mu Fan’s actions.
‘Just who is the real waste of space?’
someone muttered to themself.
One hundred and one!
One hundred and two!
One hundred and ten!
One hundred and twenty!
All eyes were fixed on Mu Fan.
The image of his figure, standing on the stone steps as firm as iron, was seared into their minds.
“Feng Hao reached the hundredth step too!”
someone exclaimed.
“Look, Luo Xin’Er made it too!”
“These people are terrifying!”
“I wonder if those two will keep climbing!”
The words had barely left the speaker’s mouth when both of them began to climb again.
BANG!
But she had reached her limit.
Luo Xin’Er’s body swayed, and she stumbled to the ground, a wry smile on her face.
Feng Hao, on the other hand, actually managed to withstand the pressure.
But just as he tried to take another step, he lost control of his body and stumbled backward.
BANG!
Feng Hao looked up with an ugly expression, his gaze fixed on Mu Fan ahead.
A flash of hatred flickered in his eyes.
‘This damn guy stole the spotlight that should have been mine!’
‘Hmph!
Just you wait.
In the third trial, I’ll make you wish you were dead!’
‘The third trial is a test of actual combat.
I refuse to believe someone at the sixth layer of the Spirit Absorption Realm could possibly threaten me.
When the time comes, won’t he be completely at my mercy?’
Paying no mind to the two behind him, Mu Fan’s eyes remained resolute.
One step, then another.
Across the entire flight of steps, only Mu Fan’s figure remained.
One hundred and fifty!
One hundred and ninety-nine!
Seeing this, up in the pavilion, neither the elders nor Feng Yuan could remain in their seats.
The elders were astounded by the boy’s willpower.
Feng Yuan, however, now felt a deep sense of foreboding.
With a heavy exhale, Mu Fan moved his feet.
Mu Fan’s body suddenly sank, but his back remained straight.
Then, he continued upward!
The crowd was in an uproar.
Mu Fan was still going!
Two hundred and ten!
Two hundred and twenty!
Two hundred and thirty!
Two hundred and fifty!
Until…
The three hundredth step!
Below, Shen Muyao once again marveled at how terrifying Mu Fan was.
‘What kind of indomitable willpower is this?
What in this world could ever bring him down?’
“Perhaps…
I really should consider the marriage to Mu Fan,” Shen Muyao murmured aloud.
The three hundred and fiftieth step!
Just as Shen Muyao was lost in thought, Mu Fan had already set foot on the three hundred and fiftieth step!
The pressure, like a colossal mountain shaped like a dragon, reappeared, forcing Mu Fan’s body to sink.
Mu Fan felt his feet had become so heavy he couldn’t take a single step.
‘Is this…
my limit?’
A dazed look appeared in Mu Fan’s eyes.
The crowd below also stared intently at Mu Fan’s figure.
At this moment, they had unconsciously begun to hope that Mu Fan could climb even higher!
Mu Fan stood motionless for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
Just when everyone thought Mu Fan had reached his limit…
“RAAAGH!”
Following a furious roar, the aura around Mu Fan suddenly erupted, and his body slowly began to rise.
Scene after scene from the past resurfaced before his eyes.
The clamorous ridicule and mockery within the sect.
Ying Weiwei’s betrayal.
Feng Yuan’s repeated bullying.
The broken engagement!
His master’s expectant gaze.
And the deep concern in his master’s wife’s eyes.
At this moment, as if sensing Mu Fan’s defiance, the dormant Luohou Essence Blood within his Dantian began to spin violently.
Waves of energy flooded his limbs and coursed through his entire body.
ROAR!
It was as if Luo Hou’s unyielding roar echoed in his ears.
It was the courage to defy the Celestial Dao!
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And it was the pride of the Ancestral Demon!
It would not allow itself to bow and scrape, nor would it allow its path to be blocked!
‘I am Luo Hou!
I am the Ancestral Demon!
I am the ruler of all under heaven!’
Mu Fan’s eyes were crimson, and his body was filled with streams of Demonic Qi, as if he wanted to contend with the very heavens and earth before him.
Mu Fan moved!
His previously motionless figure actually began to move upward again.
Though his movements were slow, they sent shockwaves through the hearts of the onlookers.
“Impossible!”
Feng Yuan’s eyes were also bloodshot now, his expression savage.
‘The boy I saw as an ant, someone I could toy with at will…
he actually!’
‘He’s actually starting to slip from my grasp!’
‘How could he!’
‘How can he be so powerful!’
What Feng Yuan didn’t notice was that, deep in his heart, a trace of fear had been born.
That’s right.
Seeing Mu Fan’s performance, he was growing timid.
He was starting to panic.
‘He’s only at the sixth layer of the Spirit Absorption Realm!’
Feng Yuan was unwilling to believe what was happening before his eyes.
Suddenly, he looked toward Shen Muyao below.
‘That’s it!
It must be her!’
Feng Yuan was like a cornered beast, frantically searching for an excuse.
He had already convinced himself that Shen Muyao must be helping him.
Otherwise, how could something so unbelievable be happening?
Indeed, the same thought began to cross everyone’s mind: could Shen Muyao be abusing her position for personal reasons?
It wasn’t that they distrusted Shen Muyao’s character, but that the scene unfolding before them was simply too incredible to believe.
Even the elders in the pavilion now stole a glance at Shen Muyao with strange expressions.
But they didn’t dare say much.
Three hundred and fifty-two!
Three hundred and fifty-five!
Three hundred and fifty-nine!
Finally, the crimson in Mu Fan’s eyes receded.
He then stood firm, turned around, and waved at Shen Muyao.
‘I’ve reached my limit.’
‘I can feel that if I take one more step, I’ll probably be crushed to smithereens!’
‘The pressure from the three hundred and sixtieth step is probably a quantum leap compared to this!’
Watching Mu Fan finally stop, the crowd secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tsk, tsk, three hundred and fifty-nine steps!
This Mu Fan is only at the sixth layer of the Spirit Absorption Realm.
Could he really have reached this point by his own power?”
However, just as Shen Muyao was about to release the pressure on Mu Fan, a figure stepped out from behind Feng Yuan in the distant pavilion.
With eyes full of suspicion, he looked toward Shen Muyao and spoke.
This man was Wu Heng.
He had stepped forward to raise his doubts at this very moment, precisely on Feng Yuan’s signal.