"It is actually the Door of Desire."
The three of them studied the light for a long time before they finally understood what this light was. Their expressions could not help but change, and they became very cautious.
The three of them were able to obtain the qualifications to participate in the selection from tens of thousands of cultivators. Then, they obtained twenty spots from a group filled with geniuses. In the end, they had put in a lot of effort before they reached this step.
All of them were dragons and phoenixes among men. They had their own unique understandings of the martial way. Naturally, they knew the difficulty of desire and what it meant to cultivators.
Ding Fengchou revealed a bitter smile on his face. He sighed, "I did not expect that the test of the fifth floor would be this Door of Desire. Desire … desire … to not sink into desire … difficult … difficult … difficult …"
Ding Fengchou said the word "difficult" three times in one breath. His emotions were very complicated. In reality, it was hard to calm one's desires. In the Door of Desire, those desires would be magnified several times over. It would be even more difficult to calmly walk through it.
If one could not walk out, they might sink into desire forever, forever trapped in the Door of Desire.
Zuo Mo's expression was also uncertain. He did not know what to do. Clearly, he did not have the confidence to clear this Door of Desire.
Just as the two of them were silent, Chu Chaoyun, who was at the side, slowly entered the door of light with a calm expression. Then, he disappeared from the two's sight.
Zuo Mo's expression froze. He wanted to follow after Chu Chaoyun. However, his rationality overcame his impulse.
Zuo Mo clenched his fist tightly and said with some dissatisfaction, "It was not easy to reach the fifth floor. I did not expect that I would have to take the initiative to give up. I am really not resigned to this."
Ding Fengchou looked at Zuo Mo, this old rival of his for many years. He sighed softly, "Stop feeling conflicted. Knowing when to give up might be a form of improvement."
Originally, Ding Fengchou thought that the main character of this Trial of the Ancient Desolate Tower would be between the two of them. He did not expect that in the end, Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun would snatch away all the glory.
Most peak geniuses would be able to calmly make their decisions. Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo were such people. After they sighed, they quickly recovered.
Zuo Mo shifted his gaze to Ding Fengchou and said softly, "In the previous Five Nation Youth Competition, I defeated you by one move. After that, we did not fight seriously for the next two years. After this parting at the Ancient Desolate Tower, we will probably have to wait until the next Five Nation Youth Competition to fight again."
"Right here, right here, right now, how about we fight one more time?"
Ding Fengchou grasped the sword hilt tightly with his right hand and smiled faintly. He performed a cupped-fist salute and said, "That is exactly what I was thinking. Let me see your improvement over the past year!"
In the vast space, the glowing Door of Desire was thrown to the side by the two of them, and they began to fight just like that.
With such a state of mind, they were able to calmly make choices in the face of their desires. Regardless of whether they had experienced it or not, the cultivation of their state of mind had taken a big step forward.
Even if he didn't reach a higher level, with this attitude, he might be able to reach the peak of the martial path.
The instant Xiao Chen stepped into the ring of light, his mind turned chaotic. Many things appeared in his mind.
It was like he had forgotten some things and remembered even more.
Xiao Chen was the White Robed Bladesman. After the Thunder King, he was the only person to become a Martial Sage before the age of thirty.
Furthermore, he had established his own sect, the Ten Thousand Saber Sect. He was the sect master and had tens of thousands of disciples.
Now, not only was Xiao Chen at the peak of the Great Qin Nation, but with the help of the Ten Thousand Saber Sect, even the Royal Court did not dare challenge him.
Xiao Chen even seemed to suppress the Royal Court, showing signs of replacing them at any moment.
However, he also felt like he had forgotten something, something that seemed important and unimportant at the same time. When Xiao Chen opened his eyes, he discovered that he was standing on the summit of a mountain.
When he looked up, he saw that the clouds in the sky were within reach. The winds and clouds churned, creating a huge scene.
Xiao Chen's eyes were filled with confusion. After a while, he used two fingers as a sword and pointed at the sky.
"Boom!"
Xiao Chen's aura burst forth. It was like a stagnant waterfall that had been suppressed for a long time. At this moment, it suddenly burst forth and crashed down.
When Xiao Chen pointed, the clouds churned and instantly tore a large hole. The formless energy was like a sharp Divine Weapon.
After it tore through the clouds, its momentum did not decrease. Finally, it tore through the sky and left behind a pitch-black hole. Then, it headed for the boundless and mysterious world outside the sky.
After breaking through the clouds, the clouds did not gather for a long time. Xiao Chen stood upright with his hands behind his back. As he looked at the mysterious phenomenon in the sky, he muttered, "No matter what, this strength is the most practical. If I have forgotten something, then forget it!"
Xiao Chen clenched his fist tightly. The confusion in his eyes disappeared and turned incredibly cold. On the path of a cultivator, only strength was the most practical.
Everything else was fabricated, just temptations, trivial matters of the mortal world. He had to cut them all off! Cut! Cut!
Withdraw!
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and clasped his fingers together. Instantly, it seemed like he grasped the laws of heaven and earth.
Under the influence of the laws, the large hole in the sky slowly mended. The clouds churned and the winds and clouds changed, returning to normal.
"Xiu!"
A figure quickly flashed below the mountain. That person wore blue robes with a slender Lunar Shadow Saber embroidered on his chest.
That was the symbol of the Ten Thousand Saber Sect. The symbol of this blue-robed youth was different from the others. There was a golden scabbard embroidered beside the Lunar Shadow Saber.
This person was Lan Chou, the personal disciple of the Ten Thousand Saber Sect's Sect Master, Xiao Chen. When he saw this scene, the respect in his eyes intensified.
Xiao Chen's figure flashed and arrived before this person. He asked expressionlessly, "How did it go?"
Lan Chou knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Reporting to Master, the Misty Sword Sect has been completely destroyed. From now on, the Great Qin Nation will never hear the words' Misty Sword Sect 'again. The Sect Master was killed, and Chu Chaoyun's whereabouts are unknown."
Xiao Chen paused for a moment and said coldly, "Hand over the things!"
Lan Chou nodded and stood up. He took out rows of boxes from his spatial ring. The boxes were all neatly arranged with piles of Medial Grade Spirit Stones.
There were at least thirty thousand boxes densely packed together. Dense Spiritual Energy flowed out of the boxes, filling the entire mountain peak with a sticky Spiritual Energy.
Xiao Chen glanced at them and frowned. "There are exactly ten million Medial Grade Spirit Stones. Is that all the Misty Sword Sect's ten thousand years of accumulation?"
Lan Chou's chest tightened. He knew that Xiao Chen was starting to suspect him. He quickly said, "I guess that Chu Chaoyun took at least half of it. That's why there are so few!
"However, there are still fifty thousand Superior Grade Spirit Stones and hundreds of three-thousand-year-old Spirit Herbs!"
Not daring to be slow, Lan Chou took out all the Misty Sword Sect's wealth.
Xiao Chen's expression turned grave and stern. He nodded and said, "Never mind, I'll make do!"
"Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! "With a thought, the thirty thousand boxes containing Medial Grade Spirit Stones exploded. The Spirit Stones shattered as well.
The ten million Medial Grade Spirit Stones turned into a sticky liquid drifting in the air. Xiao Chen's expression did not change. He stood upright with one hand and grabbed forward with his right hand.
"Hu!
Hu! "The sticky liquid covering the entire mountain formed a whirlpool that spun continuously. Xiao Chen slowly removed the impurities of the Medial Grade Spirit Stones.
Finally, Xiao Chen refined the essence of the ten million Medial Grade Spirit Stones into a small Medicinal Pill. He opened his mouth and inhaled. The Medicinal Pill melted when it entered his mouth, turning into surging Essence and returning to his dantian.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes and slowly absorbed the Essence. After a long time, he opened his eyes. There was some dissatisfaction on his stern face.
"Ten million Medial Grade Spirit Stones can only reduce my time by three years. The amount of energy required to advance to Martial Sage is too great."
Lan Chou swallowed hard in his heart. Only this person in front of him would dare to say such bold words.
That was ten million Medial Grade Spirit Stones, the accumulation of the Misty Sword Sect for ten thousand years. Yet, he swallowed it just like that. Unexpectedly, he was still dissatisfied.
Lan Chou suggested in a soft voice, "Master, the Night Spirit Palace is destroyed, and the Misty Sword Sect is destroyed as well. Now, only the Heavenly Saber Pavilion is left in the Great Qin Nation. When should we make a move? We will wait for Master's instructions!"
Lan Chou was very clear that Xiao Chen had established the Ten Thousand Saber Sect only for the sake of gathering more resources. He had never cared about the authority of the secular world.
This was also the reason why Lan Chou had sworn to follow Xiao Chen to the death. Xiao Chen did not care about authority, but Lan Chou did.
Destroying the three great sects and pressuring the Royal Court. That way, the Ten Thousand Saber Sect's authority would reach its peak. Lan Chou could not help but get excited just thinking about it.
Heavenly Saber Pavilion?
The image of a girl appeared in Xiao Chen's mind. He shook his head and said, "There is no need. You can go first. After I enter closed-door cultivation for three days, I will send my troops to the Imperial Capital and destroy the Great Qin Nation's Royal Court."
"Xiu!
Xiu! "Xiao Chen stretched out a finger and quickly tapped the air. With every tap, a Superior Grade Spirit Stone appeared.
Under Xiao Chen's command, fifty thousand Superior Grade Spirit Stones formed a huge Peak Grade Spirit Gathering Formation floating above the Ten Thousand Saber Sect.
Xiao Chen's body floated up and he sat firmly in the center of the formation. All the lines on the Spirit Gathering Formation immediately lit up.
"Rumble …!"
The clouds churned and drops of pure Spiritual Energy slowly fell on the formation. Finally, they all returned to Xiao Chen, who was in the center of the formation.
Inside the Ancient Desolate Tower, Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo's battle had reached a crucial moment.
"Bang!"
The palm wind and sword Qi clashed. The two of them each took half a step back, and blood leaked out of the corner of their lips. However, they were evenly matched.
However, if one looked carefully, Zuo Mo had more injuries than Ding Fengchou. In the overall battle, he was at a disadvantage.
Zuo Mo said softly, "You win!"
"Ka ca!"
Ding Fengchou withdrew his sword and shook his head. He smiled bitterly and said, "The space here is narrow. It limits your strength. Let's consider it a draw!"
Zuo Mo smiled faintly and did not deny it. He looked at the Door of Desire and said, "You really do not intend to give it a try, right?"
Ding Fengchou had a deep gaze as he looked at the flickering Door of Desire. He shook his head and said, "There's no need. Desire is hard to bear. I will not be able to walk through this door before the age of thirty. I will only sink into it forever."
"Who do you think is most likely to walk through this Door of Desire?" Zuo Mo asked.
After thinking for a while, Ding Fengchou said, "Chu Chaoyun. Xiao Chen's desire is too obvious. This is the path to the peak of cultivation. When one's desire reaches its peak, one will sink deeper and deeper. In the end, one will completely lose oneself."
Zuo Mo smiled faintly and said, "We will see. However, I truly hope that he can walk out of it. Over the years, the fifth floor has always been a hurdle. If he can walk out of it, he will definitely experience a qualitative improvement."
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