Chapter 403
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Chapter 403: Illusion!
Vital energy surged through the meridians of Su Yi’s body, pulsating with intense fluctuations. He ascended the stairs, every step driven by stubborn pride, his head held high and body upright.
Despite the invisible pressure weighing down on him, each step seemed to challenge him, as though an enormous force was obstructing his path. Su Yi’s body shook slightly with each step.
“Ah, it seems the little one refuses to give up?”
At the peak of the towering mountain, Right Dharma Protector’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, his eyes flickering with a new emotion, though his overall expression remained tinged with regret.
Right Dharma Protector was keenly aware of the Heavenly Stairs, a test created by the predecessors of the Divine Sword School. He was confident that nothing could go wrong with it.
This was an all-encompassing trial, where those lacking in talent would be suppressed, unable to ascend the stairs. Even if they were dissatisfied, what could they do?
Situ Liuyun, seemingly prepared to leave, cast one last look at the distant and resolute figure on the Heavenly Stairs. He didn’t speak, yet he stopped and continued watching the figure from afar.
Various obscure energies immediately resurfaced in the surrounding emptiness.
Step by step, Su Yi continued his climb, his pace almost matching that of the other outer disciples.
The vitality within him surged. Though exhausting, he had yet to reach the point where he was truly spent.
Su Yi was still holding on—100 steps, 300 steps, 700 steps.
Soon, Su Yi reached the second level.
“Hmm, someone with so little natural talent has actually made it to the second level!”
Other outer disciples marveled. The four attribute auras enveloping Su Yi indicated his natural talent was no more than average, yet his progress surprised them.
“This is just the second level. We’ve heard Su Yi is strong, so he must have relied on his strength to reach this point, but I doubt he’ll make it any further.”
Some disciples whispered to each other, recalling what the inner disciples had said about the Heavenly Stairs.
“Brother Su Yi, let’s go together. We can climb this together!”
Zhang Qing appeared by Su Yi’s side, noting the attribute glow surrounding Su Yi. While feeling a bit regretful, he didn’t let it show and kept supporting him.
Su Yi smiled faintly, his gaze steady and resolute, and kept walking forward.
Three hundred, five hundred, six hundred—he reached the third level.
“How can this guy move so fast!”
One of the outer disciples remarked in amazement. He had been following Su Yi and noticed that Su Yi’s speed was comparable to his own.
“Boom!”
The invisible collapsing force intensified, as though it was closing in on Su Yi from all sides, attempting to crush his body.
“Brother Su Yi, we can make it to the fourth level!”
Zhang Qing, panting, sweat beading on his forehead, struggled to keep up. He looked ahead and said, “Martial Sister Jiahui is right in front of us. She will surely make it!”
Su Yi raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure ahead on the third level. The graceful curves of her body were already visible as she stepped onto the stairs, one after the other.
“Keep going!”
Su Yi urged himself, continuing his steady climb.
The crushing force around him grew even stronger, and only Su Yi could truly understand how overwhelming it had become. It was likely much more intense than what other disciples were experiencing.
“It’s just the Heavenly Stairs. If I can’t even conquer this, how can I claim a place on the Sacred Mountain?”
Su Yi’s deep gaze shimmered, and the vitality within his meridians surged with greater force, making the very air seem to tremble as if stirred by a powerful wind.
Soon, Su Yi sensed the crushing pressure change, and everything around him began to blur.
Suddenly, and without warning, all the outer disciples around him vanished. The surroundings seemed to warp, and the once steady stone steps turned into an endless, tumultuous sea.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
The surging waves roared, a tremendous force that threatened to sweep everything before it, crashing toward Su Yi like an avalanche.
The waves towered, so massive that their thunderous roar alone seemed capable of tearing a person to pieces, consuming everything in its path.
“This is just an illusion. Only an illusion!”
Su Yi’s gaze remained unwavering, fully aware of the illusion. He continued forward, undeterred by the massive waves.
“Rumble rumble…”
The wave, as tall as a mountain, came crashing down on Su Yi, its force overwhelming and unyielding.
However, when the terrifying wave reached him, it vanished without a trace.
“Whooshing…”
In an instant, the vast sea transformed, and the raging waves disappeared. A piercing chill enveloped the surroundings, and ahead, an endless glacier stretched out before Su Yi.
The biting cold numbed the soul, threatening to freeze everything in its path, even causing the soul itself to shudder.
“Come on, it’s only an illusion!”
Su Yi’s body shimmered with light, and he continued his steady march, never slowing down.
At this moment, many disciples had stopped climbing on the third level. Sweat poured down their faces in large droplets. They gritted their teeth, pushing forward, struggling to take each step as it seemed to require all their strength.
“Isn’t that Su Yi?”
“How is Su Yi still climbing?”
The disciples, panting and barely able to continue, stared in disbelief at Su Yi.
He wasn’t the most talented among them, so why was he moving so swiftly, seemingly overcoming the challenge without any loss of speed while they were struggling?
Only one hundred more steps to the fourth level. Xu Jiahui glanced sideways and saw Su Yi, his body wrapped in alternating rays of four attributes. His progress was slow but steady, and he didn’t stop.
Soon, his figure vanished into the distance, his black hair swaying slightly, the broken sword on his back glowing brightly.
“You can definitely do it!”
Xu Jiahui’s eyes shone, her body surrounded by two alternating types of attribute light. A third faintly glowing attribute also emanated from her, and she continued to follow in Su Yi’s footsteps, her Qi surging as she climbed.
“Why are they moving so quickly?”
Zhang Qing had already fallen far behind, watching the figure ahead carrying the broken sword. Doubt clouded his eyes as he questioned if Su Yi truly had average talent. It didn’t seem possible.
“I made it! I really made it!”
On the fourth level, an outer disciple, drenched in sweat, gasped for breath. As he set foot on the fourth level, joy filled him. Tears nearly spilled from his eyes in sheer excitement.
Five years ago, he had failed to even step onto the fourth level and had been relegated to outer disciple status.
During those five years, he had worked tirelessly, never slackening in his efforts, all for this moment.
Now, he had succeeded. He had earned his place on the fourth level, his hard work making up for what he lacked in natural talent, giving him a strong chance of becoming an inner disciple.
“I did it! I really did it!”
“Mother, father, I did it! I haven’t let you down!”
Soon, other disciples joined him on the fourth level. They were drenched in sweat and pale from exhaustion, but their faces lit up with the exhilaration of success.
