He once slaughtered all the kings in one night and became the sole ruler of the Eastern Continent.

In the illusory center of the city, a heavenly ladder rises out of thin air, soaring straight into the clouds, as if connecting to another world.

All the cultivators were breathing heavily, their eyes flashing with intense light.

The disciples of those powerful sects all had excited expressions in their eyes.

"Walk!"

"Step onto the Heavenly Ladder, enter the Asura Realm, and seize the Emperor's inheritance!"

"Haha, Shura City is mine! Anyone who dares to take it will be killed without mercy!"

Someone roared wildly; it was none other than a powerful figure ranked 23,000th on the Investiture of the Gods list.

"kill!"

A group of cultivators instantly clashed, with screams and the clash of weapons echoing throughout the air.

Countless celestial beings fought a chaotic battle, their blood staining the city walls a horrifying sight.

However, no one noticed that a young man dressed in black was silently hidden in the crowd, observing indifferently.

His eyes held no pity, only cold cruelty, as if he were enjoying a grand feast.

"Kid, don't even think about surpassing me!"

On the eighteenth step, one day the outer saint stopped him.

"Those who block my way shall die," the black-clad youth said calmly, his figure appearing like a ghost behind the holy son.

puff--

He severed his head with a single stroke.

"A bunch of trash who couldn't even get into the top ten thousand of the Investiture of the Gods dares to challenge me?"

The young man in black shook his head dismissively and continued climbing upwards at a rapid pace.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, here I come!"

His eyes burned with intensity, his steps were steady, and every step contained boundless explosive power.

Even with his immense strength, he found the climb exceptionally difficult.