# Chapter 2000: Saint King Potential
The crowd rose from their seats one after another, moving closer to the Saint Dao Platform. Drifting Snow Princess said softly, "This Saint Dao Platform is indeed an ancient relic without a doubt. It is said that one can truly hear the sounds of saints. I have heard elders mention that when they speak of the Saint Dao Platform, they all acknowledge it as a relic from ancient times. There is even a saying that the Saint Dao Platform seals the souls of saints within."
Lin Feng nodded slightly, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes. Today, he would definitely have to step onto the Saint Dao Platform and give it a try.
Just then, a gust of wind swept by. A young expert's long robe fluttered as his figure had already descended before the Saint Dao Platform. He said, "The elders have always said that the Saint Dao Platform contains the sounds of saints. Today, I want to hear the voice of a saint and see what kind of mighty power it possesses."
With that, this person's footsteps stepped toward the Saint Dao Platform. He actually flew directly through the air, unwilling to use the stairs, intending to land directly on the ancient Saint Dao Platform.
The moment his foot landed on the Saint Dao Platform—or even before it touched the platform—the man's expression changed drastically. His body retreated explosively, or rather, was sent flying back by a strike. Traces of crimson blood were left in the void. His face was as pale as paper, his aura fluctuating, his soul and spirit in turmoil. It seemed he could no longer maintain flight, and he fell heavily to the ground. Then he immediately sat up, closed his eyes, and a faint aura began to emanate from his body.
"One strike." The crowd's expressions tightened slightly. This was the power of the Saint Dao Platform. This person had disregarded the stairs of the Saint Dao Platform, wanting to step directly onto it, and had suffered such a severe blow as a result. No one knew whether he had heard the sounds of the saints.
The expressions of the crowd grew somewhat more solemn. It seemed that this Saint Dao Platform, which was said to test talent, was not so easy to ascend.
Another figure stepped forward. Having seen the previous person's misfortune, this one was much more cautious. He arrived at the foot of the Saint Dao Platform, looked up at the top, and then stepped toward the first layer of stairs.
"Thud!" As his foot landed on the stairs, a terrifying force suddenly struck his body violently, as if coming from nothingness. He let out a muffled groan, his steps retreating repeatedly until he stepped off the stairs entirely. His face was pale, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. What kind of power was this? There was no way to evade it. It struck directly onto his body, heavily injuring him. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling a tightness there. Finally, unable to hold it in, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Can't even step onto the first stair?" The crowd's eyes stiffened. The people here today were all extraordinary figures. Even though these two who acted first were not particularly famous, they were still individuals invited to the Holy City Central Continent, naturally very powerful. Yet they couldn't even step onto the first stair. This forced everyone to reassess the power of the Saint Dao Platform.
"What happened?" someone asked.
"Attacks come from everywhere, landing directly on the body," the man said. "Those of you who go next must not be careless. Prepare to protect your bodies. I'll rest for now."
With that, he retreated to the side. The person who had just asked the question flickered, covering his body with a layer of Law armor. With a solemn expression, he stepped forward and also walked onto the stairs leading to the Saint Dao Platform.
Just like the previous person, the moment he stepped onto the stairs, a terrifying aura surged directly at him, penetrating his defenses—or rather, completely ignoring his defenses—and vibrating directly through his flesh and body. His body was also shaken off the stairs. His mouth twitched slightly, and with a "pfft," a mouthful of blood splattered onto the stairs of the Saint Dao Platform. However, it was instantly absorbed by the platform. The bloodstains dried up, as if they had never existed.
"Three people now." The geniuses present seemed to finally realize that the Saint Dao Platform was not so easy to step onto. As for hearing the sounds of saints, that was probably even more difficult.
"I've heard that this Saint Dao Platform can test talent. But if someone can't even step onto the first stair, does that mean something?" someone asked, looking at the people from the Holy Spirit Dynasty, their expression somewhat serious. If this meant they had poor talent, they would certainly not accept it. Among those who came here, who had poor talent?
"Do you want me to speak honestly?" the woman from the Holy Spirit Dynasty said with a smile, causing the hearts of the three who had just failed to tremble slightly. Did this mean her words would strike a blow to them?
"We of this generation can bear this much. Please speak freely," said the person who was sitting cross-legged, recovering from his injuries.
"Failing to step onto the first stair means you lack the potential for a Saint Body. You haven't even met the most basic condition for transcending into sainthood. The realm of Saint King is beyond your reach," the woman said calmly, causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble slightly. Some felt unwilling, while others felt relieved.
These people were all exceptionally talented individuals with grand ambitions. But not everyone dared to imagine the realm of the peerless Saint King. Thus, two voices emerged in the crowd: one said that if you couldn't step onto the first stair, you lacked the potential for a Saint Body and didn't even have the most basic qualification to become a saint. You must step onto the second stair, or else there would be no hope of becoming a saint, leaving a regret in your heart that would be detrimental to future cultivation. Another voice said that while it meant you couldn't become a saint, it didn't necessarily mean your talent was too poor. To achieve the peerless Saint King required heaven-defying talent.
"Lacking even the most basic potential for a Saint Body means you are still far from having the potential of a peerless Saint King," the woman from the Holy Spirit Dynasty added another cold remark, as if to awaken everyone. Those who had felt relieved trembled slightly. Being far from the potential of a peerless Saint King not only meant they couldn't achieve that realm, but it might also mean they hadn't even reached the potential for the Saint Emperor realm.
Of course, not having this potential now didn't mean they couldn't transform and become stronger in the future.
"Whoosh!" A gust of wind swept by. A figure with rolling aura strode forward and directly stomped onto the first stair of the Saint Dao Platform. With a rumbling sound, his body trembled slightly, but he remained as steady as a mountain, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot. His aura was still ethereal. Suddenly, he let out a loud shout and lifted his foot again, stepping toward the second stair. An invisible force crazily crushed his body. His blood seemed to roar, and his bones made cracking sounds.
"No..." The man's expression changed slightly, and then his eyes dimmed. His steps retreated on their own, and he shot backward. A look of dejection appeared on his face as he asked the woman from the Holy Spirit Dynasty, "What does the second stair represent?"
"You lack the potential for Saint Blood and Saint Bones. Your bloodline needs to be reshaped or strengthened, and your bones and meridians need further refinement," the woman said slowly. The man nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for the guidance. No wonder I felt that invisible mighty force oppressing my bloodline and crushing my meridians and bones just now."
"The Saint Dao Platform actually has such power. It seems the rumors might be true. If one can truly ascend the stairs step by step, they might be able to hear the sounds of saints." The crowd's minds raced with longing. They looked at the Saint Dao Platform, a fervent heat burning in their hearts. If they could step onto the Saint Dao Platform and stabilize the sounds of saints, wouldn't that mean they possessed the potential of a peerless Saint King?
Saints, kings—those who transcend the Dao!
"Let me see how this Saint Dao Platform can stop me." A domineering voice rolled through the air. A figure stepped forward. It was none other than Mad Ox from the Demon Soul Academy. With a thunderous explosion and a long roar that shook heaven and earth, Mad Ox's feet directly and firmly landed on the first stair of the Saint Dao Platform. Without pausing, he lifted his foot and stepped forward again. The roar seemed to shatter the void. A terrifying demon ox shadow appeared on his body. His long hair flew like black sharp swords as he stood firmly on the second stair.
"He stabilized. This means Mad Ox already possesses the potential for Saint Body, Saint Blood, and Saint Bones. I wonder if he can go up another level." The crowd's eyes were sharp, fixed on Mad Ox. After pausing for a moment, Mad Ox's body moved again. With a large stride, one foot firmly landed on the third stair. Then he lifted his other foot and stood on the third stair.
"Boom!" Mad Ox's entire body trembled violently. Then he roared up to the sky, as if emitting an ancient furious howl. A response, intertwined with his voice, lingered in the air, causing many people's hearts to pound violently.
"He held steady." The crowd's pupils contracted as they stared at Mad Ox standing on the third stair. Impressive. No wonder he was a King-Sealing figure. Could he truly challenge the talent potential of a Saint King?
"Stepping onto this stair means his will has passed the test of a saint," the woman from the Holy Spirit Dynasty said calmly, as if this journey up the Saint Dao Platform was like an examination leading to the realm of Saint King.
However, in front of Mad Ox were still two more stairs. Beyond those lay the true Saint Dao Platform. To cross those two stairs and step onto the Saint Dao Platform would likely be terrifyingly difficult.
"Thud!" Finally, Mad Ox moved again. This time, he stepped onto the fourth stair before the Saint Dao Platform. With a muffled sound, his face turned pale. Yet he seemed to persist stubbornly, refusing to yield. His face went from pale to flushed—a blood-red flush. His head trembled violently. With a thunderous explosion, Mad Ox's body flew backward, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, landing on the stairs of the Saint Dao Platform. But it disappeared instantly.
He had failed. The King-Sealing figure Mad Ox had failed at the fourth stair, meaning he still hadn't reached the potential of a peerless king.
"Very good," the woman from the Holy Spirit Dynasty said softly. In her entire Holy Spirit Dynasty, those who could step onto the fourth stair and stabilize were extremely rare!