Time flowed by as many people departed.
Ouyang Zheng, Zang Lengfeng and the rest all went into closed-door seclusion. Many from the major powers also departed as well.
On the Heavenly Stele Steps, only two people remained – Situ Po and Qin Wentian. No matter how high Situ Po's rank was, the rest of the major powers would know that there was no need for them to guard the Heavenly Stele Steps every day.
For example, those from the Sword Extinction Sect and the Azure Emperor Palace.
Other than them, Ouyang Kuangsheng, Chu Mang, Fan Le and the rest were also present. Two months had already passed and the injuries of those who were injured had long since healed. However, Qin Wentian was still standing there, causing Fan Le and the rest to feel extremely helpless. Currently, the doubts and suspicions regarding Qin Wentian continued unabated. Could it be that he was planning to continue wasting time here? Until Situ Po left?
Currently, Situ Po had already reached the 23rd step, and it seemed as though he was cultivating with his eyes closed.
Not many people believed that Qin Wentian would be able to win. The outcome of this battle was already decided. How difficult would it be to ascend from the 18th step to the 23rd step?
"How long is Qin Wentian going to cultivate for?" Xuan Xin spoke in a low voice beside Fan Le. She was also accompanying Fan Le. The people from the Mystic Maiden Palace, because of Fan Le's outstanding performance, actually didn't intentionally make things difficult for him and Xuan Xin. Although this didn't mean that they had agreed to the relationship between them, at the very least, it proved that Fan Le had taken a step forward, causing the Mystic Maiden Palace to not immediately separate them.
"Could it be that he is intentionally waiting until the end of the year? At that time, Situ Po would definitely head to Ginkou. That way, even if Qin Wentian was defeated, he would still be able to live." Not far away, Yue Bingying coldly spoke. She had always been paying attention to Situ Po.
Similarly, she wanted to see the ending. She wanted to see Qin Wentian's defeat.
"BOOM!" At this moment, atop the Heavenly Stele Steps, a tyrannical aura gushed forth from Situ Po. His back was ramrod straight as he stared at the Heavenly Stele Steps.
His cultivation base, ninth level of Yuanfu; his three Mandates had all reached the Perfection Boundary.
From today onwards, he truly had the qualifications to contend for the top few rankings of the Heavenly Fate Rankings.
"I broke through." Yue Bingying's beautiful eyes shone with a brilliant light as she smiled. From today onwards, Situ Po was no longer a Quasi-Heaven's Chosen, but a true Heaven's Chosen. In fact, he might even be the strongest Heaven's Chosen in the current generation of the Sword Extinction Sect.
Xuan Yan and Li Shiyu were also present. When they saw Situ Po breaking through, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. Situ Po was truly amazing.
"Speaking of which, I really have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, there wouldn't be any Heavenly Stele Steps, and I wouldn't have been able to reach the Perfection Boundary in such a short period of time. Initially, I thought I would only be able to do so before heading to Ginkou. But now, I have more time to prepare."
Situ Po calmly stated, his words causing the crowd to sigh. The battle between Qin Wentian and Situ Po had caused the Unmatched Old Man to borrow the Heavenly Stele. Who would have thought that the Unmatched Old Man would become Situ Po's benefactor?
"Situ Po indeed has to thank Qin Wentian." Li Shiyu calmly stated. Xuan Yan lightly nodded her head, the current Situ Po was already strong enough to threaten her.
When Qin Wentian was at the eighth level of Yuanfu, his combat prowess was already extremely terrifying.
At this moment, Situ Po continued, "However, although I have to thank you, at the end of the Heavenly Stele Steps, I will still take your life."
After speaking, Situ Po stepped forth once more, as an incomparably terrifying will appeared in his heart. Situ Po ascended the twenty-fourth step, reaching a terrifying height.
"The Heavenly Stele Steps are simply too difficult. Just this step alone would allow me to look down on countless heroes." Situ Po sighed deeply as he sat down cross-legged on the Heavenly Stele Steps.
"The twenty-fourth step of the Heavenly Stele Steps." The smile on Yue Bingying's face grew even more intense. "Other than Situ Po, who else would be able to accomplish this?"
As the sound of her voice faded, from afar, a white-robed silhouette could be seen walking over. This white-robed silhouette was like a transcendent being, exuding an aura of extreme coldness.
She slowly walked up the Heavenly Stele Steps.
One step, one step, nine steps. After nine steps, she coughed out a mouthful of blood, but the blood didn't even stain her white robes.
"It's her."
Yue Bingying's beautiful eyes froze, as did Li Shiyu and the others.
Yun Mengyi, clad in robes as white as snow, exuded an icy aura.
She was as elegant as a snow lotus on an icy mountain, unaffected by the mundane world. Yet today, she also appeared here, stepping onto the Heavenly Stele Steps.
In the blink of an eye, she had already reached the eighteenth step, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Wentian.
"How powerful." When the spectators saw this, they couldn't help but fall into a daze. Yun Mengyi also had the authority to cultivate in all thirty-six halls, yet she managed to ascend the eighteenth step in such a short amount of time. How resolute was her heart? How firm was her will of Mandate?
Not only that, she didn't halt her steps, she continued advancing, ascending the nineteenth step, the twentieth step … Very swiftly, she arrived at the twenty-fourth step, standing shoulder to shoulder with Situ Po.
Situ Po's eyes narrowed, his heart pounding as he stared at Yun Mengyi in shock. How could this be?
Not long ago, he was still boasting about how difficult the Heavenly Stele Steps were. Just this step alone would allow him to look down on countless heroes.
Yun Mengyi didn't halt her steps, she continued ascending the twenty-fifth step, the twenty-sixth step … Finally, she halted, standing there like a fairy from the mortal world, unexcelled in this world.
For Situ Po to reach this step, how much effort and effort had he expended? How many heroes had he defeated? However, Yun Mengyi, whose countenance was as cold as ice, had surpassed him in less than an hour.
Such a scene caused the spectators to be dumbfounded. Situ Po wasn't willing to accept this, he still wanted to compete. With an incomparably intense will in his heart, he continued ascending the twenty-fifth step, only a single step away from Yun Mengyi. But this single step caused him to hesitate.
At this moment, Qin Wentian finally moved.
"Qin Wentian moved, he's preparing to ascend the nineteenth step."
The gazes of the spectators instantly landed on Qin Wentian. The demonic qi radiating from him was even stronger than before, as though his life was that of a demon.
Stepping out, Qin Wentian landed on the nineteenth step.
Nine beams of light descended from the Heavenly Stele, landing on Qin Wentian's body. There was no way to evade these nine beams of light.
"Puchi …" A light sound rang out as the nine beams of light slashed downwards. Qin Wentian's body twitched. He finally understood why so many geniuses failed at this step, unable to ascend.
Flesh and blood, mortal thoughts, and fragile lives, how could they not fear death? Just think about it, who would have such courage and such persistence?
An intense pain coursed through his entire body. Qin Wentian's heart turned cold, and in an instant, fresh blood dripped from a certain location on his chest. Over there, a bloody wound could be seen.
He finally understood what Fan Le had experienced, what he had endured.
Was this real, or was it fake?
If it was real, why didn't he die? If it was fake, where did the blood come from? Where did the intense pain come from?
Truth and fake, it all depended on a single thought.
Qin Wentian took another step forwards, moving towards the twentieth step.
Without a doubt, Qin Wentian had succeeded. He became the third person after Situ Po, Yun Mengyi, and Fan Le to be able to stand stably on the nineteenth step.
On the twentieth step, a beam of light pierced through Qin Wentian's chest, penetrating through his heart. If one didn't experience this, they wouldn't be able to understand. At this moment, his will determined his life and death.
If he retreated a single step, he would die.
Qin Wentian laughed as he continued walking forwards. He already understood what kind of terrifying will he was facing now.
If his heart wasn't resolute enough, he would die. If his will wavered, he would die.
Every step he took was akin to coming into contact with the Grim Reaper.
Earlier, if his will wavered in the slightest, that sharp blade that pierced through his heart would become a reality. He would die for real, just like those who were injured when they tried to ascend the nineteenth step.
No wonder the other geniuses retreated. No wonder Ouyang Kuangsheng cursed out loud. No wonder Fan Le was so heavily injured for the sake of that will.
"How can this be? He actually succeeded?"
The spectators below were all stunned. They saw Qin Wentian ascending step by step without pause. He reached the twenty-first step, the twenty-second, the twenty-third, the twenty-fourth, the twenty-fifth … He was the same as Yun Mengyi, ascending in a single breath. At this moment, he was on the same level as Situ Po.
Who said he had been defeated?
Consecutively being surpassed by Yun Mengyi and caught up to by Qin Wentian, the smile on Situ Po's face vanished. He no longer had the confidence he had earlier. Astonishment, astonishment, shock. How could this be? Why was their conviction so strong? Why were their wills so resolute?
"You've lost." Qin Wentian calmly stated. Situ Po's countenance changed as he coldly stated, "Even if you reached this step, what qualifications do you have to say that I've lost?"
"Your will has already wavered." As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, he stepped forwards, ascending the twenty-sixth step. In that instant, he was on the same level as Yun Mengyi, overtaking Situ Po.
"Powerful." Fan Le exclaimed in a low voice. Such a counterattack was truly exhilarating.
"On the Heavenly Stele Steps, Situ Po isn't the only one. Right now, he's the last one." Fan Le stared at Yue Bingying, as though he wanted to refute her earlier words. There were twenty-four steps on the Heavenly Stele Steps, other than Situ Po, who else could achieve it?
"If you can do it, how can I fail?" Situ Po spoke. After which, he walked up the stairs as well.
The 26th level was filled with indescribable pain. His will was being severed bit by bit, and his obsession was being stripped away bit by bit. However, he still stood there.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Drawing in a deep breath, Situ Po's body trembled uncontrollably. He stood on the 26th step of the Heavenly Stele Steps, he had accomplished it.
The three of them were evenly matched on the 26th step of the Heavenly Stele Path.
"The last floor!" The spectators below felt their hearts pounding violently. They had just witnessed a historical moment. Luckily, they hadn't left yet.
The three of them were only a single step away from the highest point of the Heavenly Stele Steps. However, who would dare to take this step?
Yun Mengyi was the first to step out. In an instant, the three Heavenly Stele Steps and the boundless ancient will cascaded downwards, landing on her body. In an instant, the spectators witnessed a horrifying scene. Yun Mengyi's body was being stripped away bit by bit, as countless beams of light rained down on her, wanting to destroy her body, wanting to turn her into ashes.
"Puchi …" Blood splattered as Yun Mengyi's body collapsed onto the ground. Her fresh blood dyed her white robes red as she rolled down the steps, turning her entire person into a blood-soaked figure.
Yun Mengyi could be said to be the most dazzling person ever since the opening of the Heavenly Stele Steps. She used the shortest amount of time and was only a single step away from the final step. However, she was also the one in the most miserable state. Rolling down the steps unceasingly, her white robes were dyed red with blood, causing the spectators to be unable to bear to look at her. Was she dead or alive?
Situ Po's heart trembled. Yun Mengyi's pitiful state caused his conviction to waver once again. On the 26th step, he was already on the verge of collapsing. But Yun Mengyi's condition was much better than his when she stepped onto the 26th step. But now, what would happen if he took another step?
No matter how strong his conviction was, it would still waver in the face of death.
"You are afraid." Qin Wentian calmly stated. Situ Po's countenance froze, he stared at Qin Wentian beside him as he stated, "This final step, nobody can achieve it."
"At the very least, I want to give it a try." Qin Wentian had never been so calm before. He wanted to become one of the top three rankers in the Heavenly Fate Rankings, he wanted to head to the Pill Emperor Hall. How many thorns would there be in his future? At the very least, he couldn't afford to lose today.
How could he lose?
"Do you know who you are?!" A voice rang out in Qin Wentian's mind as a smile appeared on his face. Who was he? He was Qin Wentian.
He stepped onto the final step, experiencing what Yun Mengyi had experienced. He allowed the boundless ancient will to seep into his body as he stood there with a smile on his face, staring up at the Heavenly Stele.
"Your will can't destroy my body; your will can't extinguish my will; your will can't move my heart," Qin Wentian stared at the Heavenly Stele as he continued, "I am Qin Wentian, my fate is akin to a demon's!"
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