It's like two different versions of a mountain: for cultivators, it's a place for cultivation, but for ordinary people, it's just an ordinary mountain.
He had some doubts about Xi Yun's cultivation level, but since she hadn't mentioned it, he didn't feel comfortable asking. He figured she would ask if he really needed help.
Sui Xin glanced at Xi Yun beside her and said, "It's alright, I'll go check on the situation for you first."
"Alright then, be careful," Xi Yun said reluctantly, only able to tell Sui Xin to be careful.
The latter nodded.
“Wait a moment, I’ll take you up the mountain. Pay attention to your surroundings and remember to tell me when you feel you can’t take it anymore,” Jianjun said.
What he just mentioned, "halfway up the mountain," generally refers to the maximum distance that a cultivator can withstand, since no one knows exactly how high it is; it's just an estimate.
Who wants to go first?
The chubby boy was the first to speak, "Elder Jian, I'll go."
"Okay," Jian Jun walked to the chubby boy's side, and an ancient longsword floated out from behind him, landing at their feet. Jian Jun's aura burst forth from the middle.
With a "whoosh," the chubby boy and Jian Jun disappeared from their original spot and rushed into the Boundless Mountain.
Only the fluttering leaves and a white stream of air remained.
Standing on the sword, the chubby boy was deeply moved. Even the old swordsman's expression changed, filled with admiration. Wasn't this exactly what he had been hoping for? It was incredibly cool, and he even ignored the pressure falling on him.
"Little Fatty, pay attention to your senses," Elder Jian reminded him from the side.
The chubby boy snapped out of his daze, closed his eyes, and slowly sensed the changes around him.
As he ascended, the pressure gradually increased, but he could still bear it. A faint chill came over him, impacting his meridians.
If you look down at this point, you'll see that there are still quite a few disciples climbing the ladders to cultivate, while only a handful are sitting. The higher you go, the fewer people there are.
Jian Jun gradually slowed down, nodded, and said that those who could reach this level were all chosen ones, and their future achievements were limitless.
After a while, several transparent sword intents suddenly pierced straight towards the chubby boy. He immediately opened his eyes, raised his hand to shatter the sword intents, and said with some difficulty, "Sword Elder, this is fine."
"Sword intent?" Sword Elder asked, somewhat puzzled.
He asked, "Did you just sense the sword intent?"
He didn't see the sword intent, but he sensed an extraordinary and familiar fluctuation. Combined with the little fat boy's actions, he guessed what it was.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" the chubby boy replied.
"Good, good, good!" Jianjun clapped his hands and cheered.
He thought to himself, "I absolutely must accept this disciple."
The reason is simple: besides manifesting as ice and pressure, the Heavenly Ladder can also manifest other things, such as the sword intent just now. This shows that the little fat boy's talent in swordsmanship is extraordinary.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Then you can cultivate here."
Then, they slowly descended and placed the chubby boy on the ladder. The moment his feet touched the ground, an even greater pressure came over him and knocked him to the ground.
The chubby boy tried to stand up, but found the ground to be extremely slippery. He tried several times but failed. Luckily, there was something under his feet to support him.
Jianjun reminded him from the side, "Pay attention to your feelings and methods. If you can't hold on any longer, just gather your spiritual energy and you will naturally slide down."
After saying that, he turned and left.
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