This was a staircase formed from the will of the Myriad Devil Sovereign, a place of faith for countless devil islands. In his heart, he was filled with intense anticipation, wanting to ascend this devil mountain and see for himself what sort of place this sacred ground was exactly.
The young immortal cultivator kowtowed to the immortal gate with incomparable respect before finally entering.
At the foot of the Devil Mountain, countless figures were gathered, staring up at the Devil Mountain.
"Naturally, the Myriad Devil Sovereign is a supreme existence. His radiance envelopes the entire Myriad Devil Islands, preventing them from being invaded by the immortal realms." A devil king at the side calmly spoke.
The stairway of the Devil Mountain was incomparably heavy, as though there was a formless pressure pressing down on him. However, this didn't obstruct him as he continued on. Step by step, he resolutely continued upwards, and with every step he took, he felt as though he had entered an independent world. When he inclined his head, he could see the imposingness of the Devil Mountain towering in the air, exuding an air of divinity.
Among these figures, there were devil-foundation experts, devil kings, and even devil emperors.
However, when Qin Wentian sat on the rock, the scene before his eyes instantly changed. The devil steps vanished and he suddenly saw two scenes. These two scenes were incomparably clear, as though they were imprinted into his mind, appearing right in front of him.
If one wished to ascend the Devil Mountain, one must have an incomparably resolute will.
Qin Wentian stood in the air, feeling somewhat lost. Did he have to choose? How should he choose?
"This is the path of changing fate, how can there be no price to pay? If you want to obtain greater benefits, you have to bear greater consequences. Isn't this a must?" The devil king stared at Nanfeng Ruoxuan. Nanfeng Ruoxuan was speechless.
There were even experts around her who knelt and kowtowed to the Devil Mountain, prostrating themselves in worship.
The devil-cultivating young man was extremely tenacious. His eyes were filled with stubbornness, saying that he wanted to become the future lord of the Devil Mountain. His talent was outstanding and he also joined the devil sect.
The young devil cultivator also grew to become a hegemon of the devil sect. He challenged the devil sect leader and shocked the world with a single battle, defeating him fair and square, replacing him. The devil sect leader was defeated and a new one appeared, causing everyone to fear him.
On the left was an immortal, and on the right was a demon.
Time flowed by bit by bit, incomparably dull. This time, Qin Wentian walked for several months. He walked to the point where he wanted to stop, to the point where he wanted to give up. Every time he inclined his head and stared at the Devil Mountain in the air, he would feel despair. The Devil Mountain was still as majestic as ever, as though it had never existed before.
Two paths appeared in front of Qin Wentian. One was the Celestial Path, the other was the Demonic Path. Qin Wentian had to choose.
After a long time, he was still there. The two paths were still before him, and he had to choose. There was no third path.
All these scenes were so clear to Qin Wentian. Yet, he couldn't help but feel complicated in his heart.
The Island of Ten Thousand Devils was a majestic place with as many experts as the clouds.
Until they arrived at the foot of the Devil Mountain.
As he walked, a powerful aura gushed over. Qin Wentian felt as though he had entered an illusory world once again. Although he was still walking, it was like he could see two young cultivators ascending the immortal and devil gates step by step.
Qin Wentian continued upwards. He saw an empty space and there was a huge rock beside it. There was also a devil path carved on it. Lifting his foot, Qin Wentian walked over and sat down on the rock.
Nanfeng Ruoxuan, Duan Qianshan and the others all stepped forward. The devil kings stood there unmoving. Qin Wentian then spoke, "If Qin Wentian survives after ascending the Devil Mountain, I will definitely accomplish what I promised the devil emperor."
As the sound of her voice faded, numerous gazes turned to her. Many of them flickered with cold devilish intent as a tyrannical aura swept over Nanfeng Ruoxuan.
Finally, a day has arrived. This immortal cultivator who was revered by everyone, killed his master when he was cultivating in a secret location, stealing his treasures and plundering his cultivation art. After that, he returned to the immortal sect and used all the methods at his disposal to become the new master of the immortal sect.
He was preparing to rest for a period of time to recover his devil energy before continuing onwards.
The Devil Mountain had an endless stairway that led to the Devil Mountain in the air. It was rumored that this stairway was created by the Myriad Devil Sovereign and was formed from his will. If one wanted to ascend the Devil Mountain, they had to pass through this stairway first. This was also known as the test of the Myriad Devil Sovereign.
The former was an immortal, the latter was a devil. The former was revered by the masses while the latter was feared by the myriad of devils.
"The Myriad Devil Sovereign is truly an extraordinary existence." Qin Wentian mumbled. How vast was the Myriad Devil Island? There were countless islands and countless devil cultivators. Some of them were bloodthirsty, some were crazy, but it was rumored that even those who were crazy and bloodthirsty would reveal expressions of sincerity when they came to this place of faith. Such faith was simply too terrifying. This wasn't rule, it was trust.
The immortal sect leader sighed in sorrow and continued to nurture other disciples. Generation after generation, the second generation of disciples went on expeditions, tempering themselves, plundering and plundering. The sect grew stronger and stronger as more and more disciples died. The immortal sect leader grew stronger and stronger as his prestige grew higher and higher. Countless people prostrated themselves in worship.
This time around, Qin Wentian discovered that the pressure was even stronger. Every step he took required a great deal of energy. His speed started to slow down and when he inclined his head, the Devil Mountain was still the same as before. It was like this for all eternity, there was no end to it.
The two youths grew stronger and stronger bit by bit. The young immortal cultivator became more and more important in the immortal sect, becoming the leader of the younger generation. His radiance was dazzling and the young devil cultivator also became the leader of the younger generation. They were revered by the army and gradually, they climbed to the peak.
Qin Wentian stared at the path ahead. There were countless devil cultivators here and there would always be people walking towards the Devil Mountain, ascending the stairway. Only a small portion of them would be able to reach the peak.
After walking on this path, everything returned to the starting point. Qin Wentian was still sitting on that gigantic rock and there was a stairway before him.
Who was the immortal and who was the devil?
Qin Wentian didn't want to choose. He didn't want to walk on either of the two paths.
Qin Wentian walked into the devil fog and arrived at the stairway leading to the Devil Mountain. After that, he lifted his foot and walked up.
Qin Wentian and the devil kings beside him all had expressions of respect on their faces as they bowed in the direction of the Devil Mountain.
Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath and stepped out. He chose the path to immortality.
Closing his eyes, Qin Wentian quietly cultivated, recovering his strength. After a long time, he opened his eyes and lifted his foot again, continuing forward.
"The cultivation arts of devil cultivators are tyrannical and violent. One might even lose their rationality in their cultivation, causing them to be powerful yet cold. However, all of this is inevitable. If you don't have the slightest bit of respect, I advise you not to attempt to ascend the Devil Mountain. It's unknown how many experts have died on this path." A devil king beside her spoke, causing Nanfeng Ruoxuan to frown.
"There's no such terrifying place of faith in the immortal realms. If we're talking about conquering, it should be the Myriad Devil Islands invading the immortal realms." Nanfeng Ruoxuan coldly spoke. The Namhwang Clan had once waged war against the Myriad Devil Islands. This caused the members of the Namhwang Clan to view devil cultivators with even more hatred.
The illusory Devil Mountain quietly stood there, attracting the worship of everyone. Qin Wentian discovered that countless devil cultivators were here. Maybe they were arrogant and tyrannical outside, but when they stared at the Devil Mountain, there was only reverence in their eyes. This place was the holy ground of the Myriad Devil Islands, a place of faith for countless devil cultivators.
The other scene was that of a devil sect. There was a devil expert who didn't accept disciples but recruited subordinates instead, making them fight for him. The strong would rise, the weak would retreat. The strong would survive, the weak would die. Those with battle merits would be rewarded. There were some who made mistakes and were killed by the devil sect leader in front of everyone, devouring their cultivation base, shocking everyone. Gradually, his subordinates grew incomparably fearful of him. He became a devil king of a generation and also nurtured a terrifying devil army.
"Since this is a place of faith for the Myriad Devil Islands, why are you guys still so pious despite so many people dying on the way here?" Nanfeng Ruoxuan wasn't convinced.
Everyone was in awe of his strength and fear of his tyranny.
These disciples tempered themselves in the outside world. Some became stronger, some died midway, but the immortal sect grew stronger and stronger. The sect leader then started to nurture the next batch of disciples.
The talent of the young immortal cultivator was outstanding. He was highly regarded by his elders and was doted on and protected. His own cultivation speed was also extremely fast. The young devil cultivator's talent was also outstanding. He risked his life for the sake of the devil sect and achieved great merits.
What was the difference between immortals and devils?
The disciples of the previous generation were still fighting, tempering themselves, disregarding everything, fighting for the sect until the last disciple fell.
After many steps, when he turned his head back again, he could no longer see the ground below, nor could he see the distance. He also couldn't see the people beside him. Only the towering Devil Mountain remained above his head.
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. Devil cultivators were cold-blooded and tyrannical. Their cultivation arts were violent and they would kill at the slightest disagreement. However, they actually said that the Myriad Devil Islands wouldn't be invaded by the immortal realms?
"Mhm." The devil king behind him nodded lightly, sending Qin Wentian off with his gaze.
In terms of intrinsic quality, what was the difference?
Since they were already at the foot of the Devil Mountain, how could they miss out on such an opportunity?
She was a peak-level immortal-foundation character of the Namhwang Clan. Although the Devil Mountain was a place of faith for the Myriad Devil Islands, how could she not be able to ascend it?
Qin Wentian continued up the mountain step by step. The Devil Mountain was still there, with no end in sight. Gradually, he had to circulate his immortal energy before he could resist the pressure and continue forward. This pressure was simply too terrifying.
"What would happen if I chose the devil path?" Qin Wentian mused. The scene he experienced earlier was a huge impact to him.
Although there was no difference between immortals and devils, he came from the immortal realms after all. He yearned to be an immortal and pursue his heart. Ultimately, he still chose the immortal path.
However, Qin Wentian didn't have the time to savor it in detail. He followed the group of devil kings, ascending the Devil Mountain.
Who was an immortal? Who was a devil?
"Let's go." Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath and continued forward.
"Shut up." A devil king beside him berated. Nanfeng Ruoxuan's eyes flashed with reluctance. However, this place was the sacred ground of the Myriad Devil Islands. She wouldn't say anything.
One of the scenes was a majestic immortal palace that resembled an immortal sect. The master of the sect guided his disciples, guiding them in their cultivation, nurturing them to become exceptionally powerful. As time flowed by, the disciples gradually grew stronger and stronger. The master ordered them to temper themselves, to go on expeditions, to plunder cultivation resources, to plunder treasures, to temper them.
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