At the bottom of the steps, only a pool of blood remained, along with two numb people gritting their teeth and continuing to climb.
The moment the message left the tower, the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly towards Baili Xijiang.
He was stunned, and suddenly felt his body, which had been feeling like it was dragging on endlessly and out of control inside, become a thousand times lighter.
He then immediately sat down and entered a meditative state, drawing the incoming spiritual energy into his dantian at an alarming speed.
He broke through a minor realm directly on the spot, reaching the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
After the breakthrough, I felt completely refreshed and longed to transform into a dragon and soar through the heavens.
Baili Xijiang exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes with ease—
They met the gaze of more than a dozen kind and benevolent eyes.
"Why are there so many people!"
The little dragon jumped up in fright, then belatedly touched its neck, finding its hand covered in scales.
They quickly hid their dragon horns, scales, and other dragon-like features, as if burying their heads in the sand.
Yan Shanjun coughed lightly, clenching his fist, and teased him: "Didn't I tell you before you entered the tower that the elders would come to check your performance?"
Baili Xijiang gave an awkward, sheepish laugh. "I forgot... the spiritual pressure inside is too intense. It feels like it took a hundred years to advance to the next level."
When you're completely focused, you feel a little uncomfortable when the sound suddenly comes out.
The elders smiled kindly, looking at this little dragon cub, whom they had previously paid little attention to, with new respect.
This carefree kid has managed to persevere until now.
Yan Shanjun also intended to praise the child with Shen Zhuochuan, saying that it was truly not easy.
"Little guy, you can go out now. Do you want to stay and wait for your two friends or go ahead?"
Mentioning this, Baili Xijiang looked sadly at the light screen in front of them. Aji and his sister were still struggling to climb up, but he couldn't hold on any longer and came out first.
He's really useless.
The carefree child suddenly lowered his head. Ningxuan Zhenren sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. "You're still just an immature dragon cub. It's already quite an achievement to have reached the twentieth step of the Nine-Story Pagoda. Your uncle at your age probably hasn't even climbed as high as you."
Of course, the second half of the sentence is nonsense.
Although I'm quite envious of Shen Zhuochuan's aura, I have to admire how he's already reached the half-step Mahayana stage at such a young age.
These words drew the attention of many elders. Yan Shanjun raised an eyebrow, secretly regretting that he hadn't recorded it with a recording stone beforehand, so he could have tricked his senior brother.
"Really?! I'm even better than Uncle?" The listless little dragon looked up with bright eyes.
Ningxuan Zhenren wasn't very confident, but he forced himself to nod to save face.
He thought to himself: It's just a white lie, a white lie, haha.
It's all for the child's good, so the white dragon probably won't blame him.
Baili Xijiang's excitement didn't last long before he sighed and stared at the light screen with a worried expression.
My younger sister was on the eighty-something steps, using her precious Li Guang as a walking stick. Her seven orifices were bleeding from the pressure, but she struggled and trembled as she climbed up, teetering on the verge of collapse, yet her eyes showed a defiant spirit.
The pressure from over eighty steps is simply unimaginable.
He knew his sister was also about to give up.
Further down, to the sixty-ninth or seventieth step, Aji climbed up the steps, his muscles bulging, almost moving with his feet.
The giant sword was left on the steps below; it was too heavy to lift.
Baili Xijiang had never thought he cried so much before, and he wiped away his tears.
Although it was the last twenty-odd steps, the spiritual pressure increased with each step, and he could barely breathe in the last moment he emitted it.
Therefore, the last section is the most difficult part of the entire nine-story pagoda to resist.
He looked at Yan Shanjun with a sob in his eyes, "If none of us get the Heaven-Mending Bamboo, can my uncle buy it for us?"
That was his master. Shouldn't the dragon clan give his master a small gift as a token of gratitude?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
