Two experts stood in the depths of the void outside the towering peak. They were two high-level Martial Saints from the inner and outer sects respectively.
"What do you think of this kid?"
"Unbelievable. He is indeed a one-of-a-kind genius. He is probably not inferior to the geniuses cultivated by the four Heavenly Gates."
"I wonder what height this kid will reach in the end?" One sentence had two meanings. One was to challenge the height of the towering peak, and the other was to talk about the height of his cultivation in the future.
"Let's wait and see."
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The towering peak above ninety thousand feet had a huge pressure on the body and soul. Under the invisible trajectory, even many low-level Martial Saints could not avoid it and could only take it head-on.
Ninety thousand and three hundred feet was Chu Mu's current height. He did not stop, even though his speed was gradually slowing down.
The realm of the sword intent and the powerful power of his divine consciousness allowed Chu Mu to better sense the invisible pressure and react accordingly. However, as he went up, the pressure continued to increase and Chu Mu's energy consumption increased. This resistance gradually became more and more difficult.
In fact, the height of ninety thousand and three hundred feet was a height that many one-star Martial Saints could not reach. One should know that one-star Martial Saints referred to the geniuses of the small genius world, not the ordinary experts.
Below, there was silence. No one said anything. Even the geniuses of the inner sect who had been constantly nitpicking were silent at this moment. There was only shock in their hearts.
Ninety thousand and four hundred feet!
Chu Mu went up another hundred feet, but his speed had decreased by another level.
"It seems that I can't reach the peak." Chu Mu took a short rest and looked up. He calculated the pressure and the remaining energy in his body and thought to himself.
However, he still had energy left. He could continue climbing. This was a challenge to himself. It was an excellent way to suppress himself and condense his essence, qi, and spirit.
Challenging the peak, challenging his limits.
Ninety thousand and five hundred feet!
He continued. There was only a little bit of energy left in his body.
Nine thousand six hundred zhang!
Chu Mu stopped once again because the Divine Wilderness Sword Essence had been completely depleted. His physical strength was rapidly depleting and his recovery speed could not keep up with the rate of depletion. He could only barely maintain a height of 9600 feet. His spiritual sense was also nearly depleted and he felt slightly dizzy.
Chu Mu knew that this was his limit.
"If I use the Sword God's Descent secret technique and increase my strength by ten times, I might have a chance to reach the top." Suppressing the dizziness in his head, Chu Mu looked up. "But there's no need to do that."
Thinking of this, Chu Mu loosened his hands and gently exerted force. His whole body left the mountain wall and drew a beautiful arc in the air before falling vertically.
Even a Saint-level expert would fall to his death if he fell from a height of 96 thousand feet.
In the process of falling, Chu Mu's strength rapidly recovered. Because once he left the mountain wall, the terrifying pressure seemed to have disappeared and Chu Mu's strength would not be depleted.
In the blink of an eye, he had fallen a few hundred feet. In the next blink of an eye, he had fallen a few thousand feet. His speed was astonishingly fast, like a huge meteorite.
Everyone's gaze fell on the rapidly falling figure. A terrifying pressure poured down, as if in the next moment, the figure would smash into the ground and shatter into a meat patty.
When he was about a thousand feet from the ground, the rapid falling momentum stopped three times in an instant. The inertia of the rapid falling force was neutralized and he became as light as a feather, landing safely on the ground.
Nine thousand six hundred feet!
This height was imprinted in everyone's heart.
This was a height that some two-star Saint-level geniuses might not be able to reach.
Seeing Chu Mu walk over, whether it was the outer or inner sect geniuses, their breathing quickened. Subconsciously, there was a kind of fear, a kind of reverence for a genius who had surpassed them.
Gu Shaojie's whole body trembled.
"The early stage of the Eighth Sky of Nirvana Realm, a height of nine thousand six hundred feet. This boy is amazing."
"From now on, I'm afraid that his shadow will envelop many geniuses in the pocket dimension." The two high-level Saint-level experts talked with a sigh. Back then, when they were in the Nirvana Realm, they could not reach such a height. If they were in the same generation as this boy and had the same cultivation, they would be suppressed to the point that they could not lift their heads.
"It's still too early to say this. However, if he can challenge all the training grounds in the pocket dimension and break the limit, leaving a new despairing height, then he will really become the shadow of the geniuses in the pocket dimension."
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"Brother Gu, take me to the screen wall to leave my name." Chu Mu walked to Gu Shaojie and said unhurriedly.
"Okay." Gu Shaojie's whole body trembled, and he felt inexplicably excited.
They had all heard of monstrous geniuses, but they did not know how amazing they were. Today, they had seen it with their own eyes. At least in climbing the towering peak, he had surpassed the top geniuses by a lot.
"Leaving his name on the screen wall …" The others were also shocked. After challenging the towering peak, he had to challenge the screen wall to leave his name?
In the pocket dimension of the geniuses, there were some training grounds. The towering peak was one of them, and so was leaving one's name on the screen wall. In addition, there were others, such as the Heaven Striking Bell, the Iron Wall, and so on.
Under Gu Shaojie's lead, Chu Mu set off. The other geniuses, regardless of whether they were from the outer or inner sect, all followed closely behind. They had witnessed a miracle with their own eyes, and they wanted to see if there would be another miracle. The inner sect geniuses were very bitter. They hoped that this guy, who had left a mark on the towering peak, would suffer a setback before leaving his name on the screen wall.
The screen wall was the full name. It was like a mountain wall. It was very, very big, and as smooth as a mirror, it could reflect the figures of everyone.
At this moment, there were countless figures reflected on the screen wall. It was very clear.
There was one person standing in front of the screen wall with his eyes closed. His sword was still in its scabbard, and his body was motionless. Traces of sharpness condensed on his body.
There were many people gathered around, and they were all staring at him.
"I heard that this person is the last disciple of the Thunder Firmament Sword Saint. He followed the Thunder Firmament Sword Saint and traveled outside for dozens of years, challenging everywhere. Only now did he enter the pocket dimension of the geniuses."
"The last disciple of the Thunder Firmament Sword Saint, he has an amazing talent in the Dao of the sword since he was young. His cultivation base is at the late stage of the Nirvana Layer, and he has also mastered sword energy. He can be said to be a peerless genius in the Dao of the sword. I wonder how long he will be able to leave his name on the screen wall."
There were discussions everywhere.
At the top of the screen wall, there were many names. Some were golden, and some were silver. There were more golden names, and there were less silver names. There were less than a thousand names.
Golden names represented the names of Saint experts, and silver names represented the names of Nirvana Realm geniuses.
Leaving one's name on the screen wall didn't test one's cultivation base, but one's use and control of strength. Of course, if one didn't have enough strength, it was impossible to leave a mark on the screen wall.
For a cultivator, one's cultivation base was very important, but the use of strength was also very important.
Chu Mu's group arrived in front of the screen wall.
"It's him." Chu Mu said in his heart. The person standing in front of the screen wall was the one he had fought in the Sound Bamboo Forest.
At this moment, Ling Jianyi opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out like sword rays. A surge of sword intent soared from his body that didn't seem strong, piercing the clouds.
"It's an elemental sword intent."
"Soaring Sword Intent, what a powerful sword intent."
The moment the sword intent soared, Ling Jianyi's sword left its scabbard.
The dazzling Sword Light filled everyone's vision, and it was difficult to look directly at it.
After the sword left its scabbard, Ling Jian waved the long sword in his hand. The Sword Light exploded in an instant, as if it had transformed into countless sword images. At the same time, they either pierced or cut, landing on the smooth black screen wall.
Vaguely, there seemed to be an obscure sound that entered one's ears, but under the countless Sword Light, no one could see clearly.
In just a short breath of time, the countless Sword Light disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Three words appeared on the smooth black screen wall, flickering with a silver light.
Ling Jianyi!
Leaving one's name on the screen wall, was leaving one's name.
The three words Ling Jianyi flickered with a silver light, and a black energy that belonged to the screen wall surged from all directions, surrounding it, and rapidly obliterating the silver light.
Everyone's gaze, including Ling Jianyi himself, landed on the screen wall.
Under the corrosion of the screen wall, the silver light on the three words gradually dimmed.
One breath … two breaths … three breaths … four breaths …
Each breath passed in less than the blink of an eye. However, at this moment, each breath felt very long.
Five breaths … six breaths …
At this time, the silver light on the three words became very dim, as if it could not hold on any longer, and was about to be obliterated.
Ling Jianyi unconsciously clenched his fist, and secretly encouraged himself.
Seven breaths …
Eight breaths …
The silver light on the three words had already become extremely weak.
Nine breaths …
The silver light on the three words had completely disappeared, being corroded by the black color. The three words also disappeared the moment the silver light disappeared.
"What a pity, it was only a breath's time difference."
"That's right, if he could hold on for a breath's time, he would be able to leave his name on the screen wall."
The requirement to leave one's name on the screen wall was ten breaths of time.
As long as one's name could be left on the screen wall for ten breaths of time, he would have met the requirement to leave his name on the screen wall. But since ancient times, the number of Nirvana stage geniuses who were able to leave their name on the screen wall was not many. Adding them up, there were less than a thousand.
As for Martial Saints, there were far more than a thousand. After all, under normal circumstances, the higher one's cultivation, the deeper one's understanding and control of power.
Ling Jianyi had nine breaths of time to leave his name on the screen wall. He was only a breath's time difference to leave his name on the screen wall, but that one breath's time difference was like a heavenly moat.
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