"Yan Hao, Zhu Li, and the two Exalted Divine Sect disciples aren't here … It looks like the test is different!"
Feng Hao didn't see Yan Hao and the others. It must be as the Temple Protector had said, this was the approval of heaven and earth …
But Feng Hao suddenly felt something.
Could the approval of the Ancestral Realm Temple be … one of the opportunities left behind by the master of this universe?
It was as if …
When his Aether of Wind was complete, he could also leave behind a few half-step Dao Ancestor opportunities and place them in a temple built by the Aether of Wind to store opportunities.
Then, according to the qualifications of those who entered the temple, they would be given a specific test to determine whether they were qualified to inherit this half-step Dao Ancestor opportunity.
In the end, this opportunity was just a packaged portion of the Grand Dao.
"So that's how it is …"
Feng Hao murmured. He knew that this deduction was most likely correct. In other words … the emperor's opportunity wasn't something that could be obtained by those with great strength.
Basically … anyone qualified to enter the temple had a chance.
It had nothing to do with cultivation.
Even an ordinary person could do so.
Feng Hao saw a bridge made of magma in the Purgatory, and at the end of the bridge was a door.
"It seems that I have to walk across this rock bridge and reach that door for the next round of the test …"
Feng Hao didn't think there was only one round in this test.
If he were in the Aether of Wind, it wouldn't be so easy to leave behind an opportunity. Everyone wanted to reach the heavens in a single bound.
But … one's foundation must be strong enough!
One must be strong in all aspects, or they wouldn't be able to bear the consequences of such strength.
Fenghao was completely indifferent to the living beings in the Purgatory. To him... they were all fake. They were all illusions created by the creator of the trial by fire.
He stepped onto the steaming rock bridge. When the burning sensation from the soles of his feet reached the depths of his soul, Feng Hao froze.
"Real?"
Feng Hao was shocked. He seemed to be able to feel the circumstances of Li Chongyang's entry into the Aether of Wind.
It was an illusion, no doubt.
But why did it feel so real?
There was no mistaking the burning sensation in his soul.
However, Feng Hao didn't care. No amount of pain or suffering could compare to what he had experienced from the Martial Heaven Continent to this day.
He had walked the path before, so why would he be afraid of this trial?
However, the further he went, the deeper the pain became. However, Feng Hao did not even frown. Even though his feet were already charred, he was still unmoved.
Continue forward.
When he was halfway there, the wailing in his ears seemed to suddenly become louder. It seemed that the further Feng Hao went, the more pain they would experience.
"Don't go any further, please let us go! As long as you walk over, you will be sacrificing our lives … "
"Ahhh … I'm in so much pain. This damned purgatory."
"Please, I beg you, let's go back. This way, the magma will cool down, and we won't have to endure such great pain. We can neither live nor die!"
The creature rolling in the magma had an expression of endless pain on its face.
They were wailing, begging for Feng Hao to let them go.
"One will become ten thousand withered bones. If you really existed before, in your next life … be an ordinary person!"
Feng Hao continued forward. But the strange thing was that after he ignored the begging of these people, the burning pain in his soul became lighter and lighter.
Then … when he reached the end of the bridge, he no longer felt any pain.
Feng Hao looked back. The creatures in the magma had disappeared. The wailing was also gone. There was only a rock bridge in purgatory that led to the bronze door in front of him.
Feng Hao pushed open the bronze door in front of him. Suddenly … a bone-chilling wind attacked him. There was even a sky full of snow blowing in.
Then it melted in the purgatory.
"Ice and fire? No matter where you go, there will always be trials … "
Feng Hao couldn't help but chuckle.
He had guessed that what came after purgatory was related to ice. He didn't expect it to be true.
He pushed open the bronze door and stepped into the world of ice and snow behind it. Immediately, a bone-chilling cold reached the depths of his soul and tried to destroy his will.
With his previous experience, Fenghao remained unmoved even though his entire body was almost frozen into an iceman.
He continued forward.
This time, there was no ice bridge. He climbed the vast snowy mountain because … at the peak of the mountain, he could faintly see the bronze door.
Then …
Feng Hao saw that not far ahead, there were also some people climbing. These people … all had the mark of Mystic Ancestral Realm disciples.
Feng Hao frowned, "They're all from Mystic Ancestral Realm?"
Feng Hao couldn't help but frown. He remembered that when he came in, the temple protector mentioned tens of thousands of years ago. In other words …
These people were the prodigies of Mystic Sect who came to the trial last time?
At this time, a Mystic Sect disciple in front suddenly turned to look at Feng Hao and said, "Another one came. It seems our competition has increased."
At the same time, the others looked over and sneered, "Competition? Let's see if we can climb there first. "
Feng Hao wanted to use the Universe Wind power, but found … he couldn't use it in this trial.
It was as if a stronger force had forcefully cut off the connection between him and the Universe Wind in his dao foundation.
At this time, Feng Hao felt a trace of danger.
This trial … was indeed not simple.
It even … made him feel like there was a powerhouse observing everything here.
Since he couldn't use the Universe Wind power, Feng Hao could only grit his teeth and move forward.
Feng Hao ignored these people. He faced the wind and snow and moved towards the peak of the snowy mountain.
Soon, he passed the first Mystic Sect disciple.
"So fast? Junior apprentice brother, how about taking me with you? "
The Mystic Sect disciple that Feng Hao passed immediately reached out and grabbed Feng Hao's hand. At that moment … Feng Hao was moved again.
This was a dead person.
Yes … the moment this Mystic Sect disciple touched Feng Hao's hand, Feng Hao felt … that this person had no heartbeat.
But how could a dead person speak and move?
Feng Hao knew that this was still a part of the test. His arm shook slightly and shook that person's hand away. He said, "Why are you so obsessed with this? Since we are not fated, why not let it go?"
"Is that so … but how can I let it go?"
The Mystic Sect disciple's eyes were dazed and then his body fell into the snowy mountain.
"These people should be the ones that entered the temple before, and those that stayed here … are all dead!"
Feng Hao sighed. The path of cultivation was too difficult, as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
From a mortal to a Xuan Immortal, one had to overcome all obstacles along the way. Billions of people were stepped on, and in the end … they were no different from mortals and couldn't avoid death.
Fenghao continued forward. He could seek the Dao in the morning and die in the evening. On this path to the end of the Heavenly Dao, Fenghao had never given up.
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