8mi Chapter 60 Mysterious Altar
Chapter 60 Mysterious Altar
Wang Dao moved with a light and agile gait, like a wisp of smoke, piercing through the misty water and silently entering behind the waterfall.
What came into view was not the damp, cold stone wall I had imagined, but a secluded paradise.
The rich essence of heaven and earth almost materialized, flowing in the air like smoke and mist, enveloping this space in a dreamlike halo.
Nurturing the spiritual energy, countless exotic flowers and plants sway gracefully, displaying a vibrant array of colors. Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, their branches and leaves flourishing, seemingly supporting this small world.
The spring water gurgles and gathers into a stream, making a tinkling sound. Occasionally, a glittering fish swims in the crystal-clear water.
The entire space is vibrant and beautiful, like a legendary paradise.
Wang Dao did not act immediately, but instead pushed the "Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealing Technique" to its limit, perfectly blending himself with the surrounding environment, like an ordinary, stubborn rock in a cave.
He carefully examined the place, his eyes sharp, not missing a single detail.
Judging from the subtle traces left on the ground and the faint fluctuations of the array in the air, there should have been some kind of powerful restriction here.
At this moment, the restriction has been temporarily suppressed by Liu Ruyan using special methods. Countless runes are flying all over the sky, and a terrifying artifact is floating in the air.
"The methods of the Demonic Sect are truly terrifying. No wonder that guy dared to come here alone."
Wang Dao took slow, deliberate steps, each one as light as a feather, without making a sound.
Ahead, the rich essence of heaven and earth almost condensed into liquid, seeping into his nasal cavity in wisps, causing his blood and qi to boil.
He didn't know if that vixen Liu Ruyan had left any backup plan or set any traps.
But at this moment, under the stimulation of such a rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he could no longer care about so much.
If he dawdles any longer, he might truly miss out on the treasures in this blessed land.
Passing through the lush forest, the view ahead suddenly opened up, and an ancient and desolate aura rushed towards him, causing Wang Dao's mind to tremble.
What appeared before him was an ancient ruin hidden deep underground.
This space was incredibly vast, with a dome tens of thousands of feet high, inlaid with countless unknown luminous crystals, twinkling like a sky full of stars, illuminating this dark underground as if it were daytime.
One after another, massive stone pillars, like the spines supporting the sky, stand tall between heaven and earth. Each pillar is adorned with ancient, petrified dragon reliefs, their heads raised as if roaring at the heavens, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty that shakes the eight wastelands.
At the center of these stone pillars, a magnificent ancient altar is suspended.
A heavenly staircase paved with white jade winds and spirals through the void, leading directly to the ancient altar. On both sides of the staircase, spiritual mist surges, conjuring up wondrous phenomena such as auspicious beasts galloping and cranes dancing.
Below the altar was a vast lake of spiritual liquid, its water a vibrant green, brimming with vital energy—a manifestation of spiritual energy so concentrated it had liquefied.
Above the lake, several ancient lotuses, their bodies crystal clear and adorned with runes of the Great Dao, bloomed quietly, each sway of their leaves scattering a shower of light.
This is no cave at all; it is clearly a lost immortal's abode.
In the face of this magnificent scene, the human figure is as insignificant as an ant.
Looking into the distance, above the vast lake of spiritual liquid, on the white jade staircase leading to the altar, a purple figure was swiftly moving.
Against such a grand backdrop, Liu Ruyan's figure was merely an insignificant black dot, almost impossible to detect unless Wang Dao possessed extraordinary eyesight.
"A grand gesture! Truly a grand gesture!"
A storm raged in Wang Dao's heart, and the shock in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Such a feat is beyond the capabilities of ordinary cultivators; the hidden opportunities within are likely enough to drive the entire cultivation world mad.
"That woman, Liu Ruyan, actually wants to monopolize this fortune!"
Wang Dao swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush out immediately.
He held his breath and pushed the "Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealing Technique" to its limit, stealthily making his way towards the white jade steps.
Wang Dao stepped onto the crystal-clear white jade staircase.
"boom!"
Without any warning, an incredibly terrifying gravity descended instantly, as if carrying an ancient divine mountain, even causing the void to be slightly distorted by the pressure.
Wang Dao's body suddenly sank, and the white jade steps beneath his feet emitted boundless divine light. However, his back remained straight, like a blue dragon, and he forcefully withstood the enormous force that was enough to crush an ordinary cultivator into a pulp.
"That's interesting."
Wang Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his bones crackled and popped under the heavy pressure, which was the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique operating autonomously.
Just then, a majestic and powerful voice, seemingly transcending endless time and space, exploded directly in his mind:
"Ascend one step and you will be rewarded with a small merit; ascend one hundred steps and you will be rewarded with a great merit. If you accumulate enough merit, you can exchange it for rare treasures from the heavens."
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Dao instantly realized that this was clearly a trial ground of a top-tier power, and the ancient altar hanging high at the end was the end of this trial.
At the top sixty steps, Liu Ruyan, who was struggling to climb, trembled slightly.
She turned around as if sensing something, and met Wang Dao's aggressive eyes.
"Damn it, that leech of a 'Hellish Heaven'!"
Liu Ruyan's pretty face was filled with murderous intent, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent.
She thought she had acted discreetly, even using a secret treasure to conceal her aura, but she never expected that this little thief would still follow her.
In her view, there was no other place besides the so-called assassin's holy land of Wushengtian, which was said to be invisible, formless, and immortal.
Previously, she had doubts about Wang Dao's identity and origins, but now she was certain that Wang Dao was the successor of Wushengtian!
"The method of concealment in this Heaven of No Birth is indeed unique."
Liu Ruyan cursed under her breath, but dared not linger for a moment.
She once stumbled upon a tattered manuscript in an ancient cave, which recorded a shocking secret of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The ancient altar connected by this white jade staircase is a pivotal point of creation that connects heaven and earth. Legend has it that if one can ascend to the top of the altar, one can obtain the supreme opportunity to become a saint or ancestor.
The thought of becoming a saint or ancestor instantly transformed the murderous intent in Liu Ruyan's eyes into fanaticism.
She took a deep breath, ignoring the tail behind her, and pushed her magic power to its limit, moving step by step towards the altar under immense pressure.
The king below had by now adapted to this immense pressure.
"Get up, sir!"
Wang Dao let out a low shout, and the dormant blood and qi within his body instantly boiled, like a celestial river bursting its banks, emitting a rumbling roar.
Crimson divine light burst forth from his pores, and every inch of his skin shimmered with crystalline radiance. He was like a resurrected young god or demon, charging upwards with an unparalleled domineering aura.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The heavy footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, and Wang Dao moved with incredible speed, seemingly flying even under such heavy pressure.
One step, two steps, ten steps...
In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed more than thirty steps!
Liu Ruyan, who was on the forty-eighth step, felt a wave of heat coming from behind her, which was a sign that her blood and qi had been burning to the extreme.
She instinctively turned around and looked, her pupils contracted sharply, and she was so shocked that she almost lost her composure.
"How is this possible?!"
Wang Dao was surrounded by a crimson divine aura, as if bathed in blood, and his fierce aura, like that of a savage dragon, seemed to shatter the world around him.
"Is this kid really an assassin trained by the Heaven of No Life? His physical foundation is so strong, even the divine sons of those holy lands are probably no better than this!"
A tremendous wave of shock surged through Liu Ruyan's heart.
This white jade staircase is the most wondrous thing. It does not test the level of cultivation, but rather the cultivator's foundation and potential.
Even if a saint were to personally descend, if their cultivation level were suppressed to this extent, they would still have to obediently start suffering from the first stage.
The only explanation for Wang Dao's ability to disregard such heavy pressure is that his foundation is so solid that it is outrageous.
"I refuse to believe I'll lose to a coward like you!"
Liu Ruyan bit her lip, a stubborn refusal to admit defeat appearing on her beautiful face.
She forcibly suppressed the horror in her heart, her body radiating spiritual light, and withstanding the increasingly terrifying pressure as she went up, she took another heavy step upward.