Ye Yu and the others began ascending the stairs. When they reached the steps where the pressure was extremely heavy and nearly at their limit of endurance, they neither moved upward nor left, but instead sat cross-legged and began cultivating under this terrifying pressure.
Under pressure, the speed at which soul power circulated increased, much faster than usual cultivation. Moreover, on the stairs, the recovery speed of soul power was also very fast, so everyone understood that retreating a few steps back to recover when they couldn't hold on would be quicker.
Everyone was excited in their hearts, eager to seize this year for intensive training as such opportunities were rare.
This kind of cultivation continued day by day.
At this time, in the Martial Soul Hall.
The Douluo Hall was located at the top of the mountain where the Martial Soul Hall was. It enshrined all the Titled Douluo.
The Douluo Hall was not as magnificent and magnificent as the Pope Hall, but rather ancient and profound.
Inside the hall, in front of the three walls on the left and right, there were golden plaques, more than a hundred in number. Each plaque represented a Titled Douluo who had once received their title here.
Thus, the Martial Soul Hall had produced over a hundred Titled Douluo, but with time, they all eventually passed away.
In the front center of the Douluo Hall, there was not a plaque but a statue, ten meters tall, shining with golden brilliance. Three pairs of golden wings were spread, holding a golden giant sword pointing to the sky.
At this moment, a person was kneeling in front of the golden statue, features delicate, with wavy golden long hair draped behind, hands placed in front of the chest, sincerely and devoutly worshiping.
This person was clearly Qianren Xue.
The royal mission failed, and she was very remorseful.
"Is your heart calm?"
A majestic and calm voice sounded, and golden light surged in front of Qianren Xue - a figure of a six-winged angel identical to the golden statue appeared, with brilliant golden light that made the place feel sacred. It was obviously the Great Tributor Honored Guest Elder, Qian Daoliu.
The giant sword in the hand of the statue behind Qian Daoliu ignited with golden flames and swept out, enveloping Qianren Xue. Qianren Xue did not feel any heat but rather felt warm, sensing extremely strong energy.
Qianren Xue stood up, looking in astonishment at the nine golden light screens that appeared before her.
Qian Daoliu looked at this scene, showing excitement: "Nine Trial of Angels."
Qianren Xue looked at Qian Daoliu in confusion and asked, "Grandfather, what is the Nine Trial of Angels?"
Qian Daoliu took a long breath: "No one has ever undergone the Nine Trial of Angels. If there were eight light screens before you, you would be the next Hall Master of the Martial Soul Hall, but there are nine, meaning that the realm I could not achieve, you can achieve. The Martial Soul Hall, will soon truly rise and dominate the continent."
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At this time, in the Pope Hall, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, her eyes were blood red, and ten fingers, each nail was pitch-black, forming a stark contrast with her fair skin.
The original noble appearance was now somewhat twisted, with a black phantom appearing behind.
Soon, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, returning to her usual nobility, and said indifferently: "Have they begun to let Xiaoxue inherit, Qian Daoliu? At the beginning, I devoured your son's body and soul and changed my cultivation method to enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm. You can no longer see through me. I am just one step away, very soon, I will reach the realm you cannot reach. Your son ruined me, I must ruin your Angel Race, hahaha..."
Bibi Dong laughed loudly, her laughter eerie and terrifying.
At this time, on Sea God Island, on the Sea God's Ladder.
It had been a month since the intensive training began, and Ye Yu and the others were cultivating at every moment.
Except for Tang San, Ye Yu, Ma Hongjun, the others had all advanced by one level.
Ye Yu had just jumped directly to level seventy-three before. The further he cultivated, the slower his speed, but he felt that he would soon improve. Normally, it would take half a year.
Although he was Innate Full Soul Power level thirty, most of his soul power was absorbed by his body, so the cultivation speed was equivalent to Innate Full Soul Power level ten and above. Despite this, it gave him terrifying leapfrog combat power.
Here in cultivation, even lying on the stairs to sleep, the soul power would circulate automatically.
Ye Yu was already at step one thousand and one on the ladder, the original Sea God's Ladder was one thousand and one, now Ye Yu was in front of the Sea God Hall, but this was not the end, from above the Sea God Hall extended longer stairs.
Tang San could reach the eighty-level step with full force, followed by Dai Mubai at sixty-level, and everyone had made great progress.
This kind of cultivation was very exhausting, but every morning, the best sea soul master cooks on Sea God Island would deliver food.
Continuous cultivation, not wasting a second, other trivial matters were handled by sea soul masters, doing so very well.
Another two months passed, and Tang San, who was cultivating at the thirtieth level step, suddenly opened his eyes, his aura shocking the others awake.
Dai Mubai and others joyfully said: "Xiao San, did you break through?"
Tang San nodded: "Mm, level seventy."
Three months of nonstop cultivation brought Tang San to level seventy.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu was seated on the one thousand nine-hundredth step cultivating, while Ye Yu's current limit height was the two thousand five-hundredth step.
This was terrifying because the Seventh Soul Skill reduced his soul power consumption by eighty percent; on the other hand, it was because of Dragon Transformation.
Having absorbed the Desireful Autumn Dew to enhance his spiritual power, not only were Ye Yu's arms fully dragon-transformed, but his right leg could also fully undergo Dragon Transformation, greatly increasing his strength, his body's durability also greatly increased, reaching one thousand nine hundredth steps in just three months.
Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that with a year's time, Ye Yu would definitely complete the three thousand three hundred thirty-three steps.
Cultivating here significantly enhanced their improvement, everyone worked hard, but they found that the gap with Ye Yu was getting bigger and bigger, they no longer compared themselves to Ye Yu because there was no comparison.
At this time, Poseisy appeared, with noble features, a slight appreciation on her face, as a Golden Bead was thrown out, landing on Tang San's head, and Golden Light enveloped Tang San.
Tang San also began the Divine Soul Ring, knowing it was based on his own limit, so he released two Domains to enhance his state to the strongest.
Tang San wanted to obtain a soul ring with very high year limits, after all, this concerned the Seventh Soul Skill, becoming a Soul Saint. The Seventh Soul Skill was the beginning of soul skill transformation and also the beginning of self-strength transformation.
As the pain intensified, three External Soul Bones on Tang San's body emerged: Eight-Spider Spear, Spirit Skull, and Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone.
After an hour had passed, Tang San's face was covered with sweat, his body swelling, his clothes tearing from being stretched, making people worried that he might not be able to withstand it and explode at any moment.
As Tang San pushed his soul power to the maximum, his body swelled and then contracted. At the same time, his bones cracked and popped. Although the pain Tang San was enduring wasn't as high as Ye Yu's, the degree of danger was comparable to Ye Yu's.
The body bore the pain of being sliced by a thousand blades, even as the agony almost caused the body to collapse, but his determination remained unwavering. Bright red blood started oozing from his skin and then began to flow, even from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, making his face pale, and his body trembled violently.
Ye Yu could tell that although the level of pain wasn't on the same level as what he endured before, his own body being stronger, but the difficulty Tang San faced although wasn't on the same level, was on the same scale.
"Brother..."
Xiao Wu saw Tang San like this, couldn't help but softly call out, tears slipping down.
The others were also very worried.
Poseisy's eyes flashed in surprise: "Already exceeding one's own limit, wanting to obtain a higher soul ring?"
Tang San had been dyed red with blood, two hours, three hours passed, and it still continued.
Poseisy's heart was amazed: "Truly worthy of someone capable of accepting the Nine Trial of the Sea God; possessing such perseverance and unyielding will, it is unimaginable."
Pfft pfft...
At this point, the blood on Tang San's body was not merely oozing but continuously gushing out from every expanded pore, as well as from his eyes, mouth, and nose, causing Xiao Wu and the others to be extremely worried.
At this moment, Tang San felt his body was about to shatter, his consciousness weak like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment, but it seemed that it would flicker and flicker and never go out.
Finally, red light shone brilliantly, the pain began to fade, and Tang San opened his eyes.
Even though his eyes were stained with blood, it could not hide the excitement and thrill in his gaze.
Having completed the absorption, Ye Yu did not step forward to heal, as this situation was beneficial for Tang San.
Xiao Wu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, also extremely joyful, seemingly even happier than Tang San himself, their eyes looking at the Seventh Soul Ring surrounding Tang San, which was red!
Ye Yu was not surprised, as Tang San's Seventh Soul Ring was one hundred thousand years.