The moment Sanjie stepped onto the blue stone steps, the true energy above his four acupoints surged rapidly, and the phantom of the six-star martial spirit Indra stone statue floated behind him. He walked quickly towards the stone steps, like a living Buddha.
The first ten steps were very easy, and you could reach them in just one breath.
Upon reaching the tenth step, Sanjie's movements slowed slightly, as if he were somewhat unaccustomed to it, but he quickly adjusted and continued to rush upwards at the same speed.
By the fiftieth floor, seemingly due to the rapid depletion of his true energy, Sanjie's expression began to turn serious, and the yin-yang symbol on his sleeve began to swirl.
Upon reaching the sixtieth floor, Sanjie became more cautious, adjusting his breathing with each step before continuing upwards.
At the bottom of the bluestone steps, Qin Xin and the others felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Sanjie's appearance.
At this moment, when Sanjie stepped into the sixty-ninth floor, his whole body trembled, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and even his lips began to turn white, as if he was under tremendous pressure.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud came from the mossy steps, and Sanjie immediately detached himself from the stone steps, landing somewhat lightly on the ground. His expression was not very happy, as if he had some regrets in his heart.
"Three precepts, that's pretty good. Reaching the sixty-ninth floor is already quite remarkable."
Jiang Xinghai, who was standing to the side, seemed to notice Sanjie's dissatisfaction and quickly spoke up to comfort him.
"Now, watch what I have to say."
As Jiang Xinghai spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Zhan Qingqi, but all he saw was a cold face.
"call out!"
A phantom image of a long sword gleaming with starlight suddenly appeared behind Jiang Xinghai, and he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed it.
"Bang!"
Jiang Xinghai took a step and, using the recoil from his true energy, leaped directly onto the tenth floor. The bluestone steps seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever as he ascended, exuding an air of authority.
Similarly, when entering the fiftieth floor, Jiang Xinghai's figure also paused for a moment, but the rest of the way was very smooth, much faster than that of the Three Precepts.
When Jiang Xinghai reached the 69th floor, everyone around him listened to him with bated breath. However, Jiang Xinghai only swayed slightly, steadied himself, and continued walking upwards.
When Jiang Xinghai reached the 86th floor, he quickly sat down cross-legged, but it was too late. A trace of pain flashed across his lips.
Jiang Xinghai immediately sat cross-legged, his whole being seemingly merging with the Martial Spirit Heavenly Star Sword, his aura becoming even more powerful.
When Jiang Xinghai stood up, he took another step, his toes just touching the eighty-seventh step of the bluestone staircase.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xinghai was sent flying backward by the force of the internal energy.
If it weren't for Xia Yue and the others' help, Jiang Xinghai would have suffered a lot if he had forced his way to the 87th floor. If he wasn't careful, he might have even suffered serious internal injuries.
Next, Xia Yue quietly stepped forward, each step exuding elegance. Supported by her magnificent palace attire, she appeared graceful and noble. Looking at Xia Yue's face, one could see her great confidence, like a queen ascending the throne. Behind her was the phantom of a purple fox, revealing a mysterious aura that made it impossible for anyone to discern her true nature.
However, when she stepped onto the sixtieth floor, Xia Yue's face turned red, and she had no choice but to step back down from the stone steps.
As for Zhan Qingqi, Qin Xin dared not look at her too much, because the plain blue dress she was wearing perfectly showcased her figure. With each step she took, her chest would tremble slightly, which reminded Qin Xin of the softness emanating from the Spirit Forging Tower.
Zhan Qingqi had gained an advantage over Xia Yue and seemed to have some strength left, but she chose to give up and stood coldly to the side.
"Then I'll go give it a try first."
After glancing at Luo Lingyan, whose face was veiled by a thin veil, and seeing that she made no move, Qin Xin decided to step onto the stone steps and give it a try.
As for Xia Ming and the others who came with them, they did not step forward, but chose to observe from below, and even kept some distance from Qin Xin and the others. Watching the test, they seemed to have some unknown plans.
As Qin Xin stepped onto the bluestone steps...
The sudden sense of oppression forced Qin Xin to quickly mobilize his martial spirit and unleash his internal energy to resist.
"Hmm? This oppressive aura must be coming from those stone statues."
Qin Xin thought to himself that the pressure was coming from above, and with each step he took, the pressure grew stronger.
For the first twenty floors, Qin Xin felt very relaxed. Just as he was about to quicken his pace, the pressure seemed to double as he stepped into the twenty-first floor.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Xin withstood the pressure and strode forward with some determination. When he reached the fiftieth floor, the oppressive feeling was not only affecting his body, but also began to affect his soul.
Fortunately, Qin Xin was a spiritual cultivator with extremely strong mental power, which allowed him to directly protect his Niwan Palace. This impact was not a concern for Qin Xin.
When Qin Xin stepped into the seventieth floor, Luo Lingyan below had a glint in her eyes, seemingly surprised that Qin Xin could get this far.
"This guy actually had a trump card up his sleeve?"
Bald Three-Rings was even more shocked. He had fought with Qin Xin before and knew a little about him, but he never expected that Qin Xin could reach the seventieth floor.
"We're on the 80th floor!"
"If I remember correctly, Qin Xin hasn't entered the Enlightenment Realm yet!"
Jiang Xinghai immediately expressed his surprise.
"He should be able to continue."
The usually taciturn Zhan Qingqi spoke up as she watched Qin Xin continue walking upwards on the stone steps.
"Things won't be so easy from here on out."
Jiang Xinghai smiled at Zhan Qingqi and said.
Qin Xin was already somewhat exhausted. The prolonged circulation of true energy had taken a toll on him. If his Martial Spirit hadn't advanced to the fourth star, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
After entering the eightieth floor, in addition to resisting the ever-increasing pressure, he also had to constantly resist the continuous attacks on his soul from outside the Niwan Palace. What made Qin Xin speechless was that some invisible flames would always appear in his heart, constantly burning his mind. Every time he forcibly suppressed them, they would ignite again.
"This is a test of inner fire. It seems there must be something good in the palace above."
Danqing's voice rang in Qin Xin's mind. He had finished placing all the spiritual herbs in the fragmented map space, and his tone was somewhat tired.
"The Test of Inner Fire?"
Qin Xin expressed his doubts.
“Ancient sects and families would put their inner fire tests on potential martial artists, and only those with extremely strong minds could withstand it.”
Danqing narrated in a plain manner, but Qin Xin couldn't understand what he was saying.
"hiss!"
The intense pain in his chest almost made Qin Xin kneel down, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Because Qin Xin adjusted himself on the eightieth step and then stepped directly onto the eighty-first step, the fire in his heart burned again. This soul-piercing pain almost made him want to give up.
"Depend on!"
The pain made Qin Xin curse, but it also ignited his indomitable spirit, and he stubbornly continued to walk upward despite the pain.
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