Chapter 979: Ascending One More Level
On the fifth level of the Blood God Altar.
Wei Longxing stood with a majestic bearing, his arms clasped behind his back, his tiger-like eyes radiating a scorching brilliance. “In recent years, the sect has indeed produced an abundance of outstanding talents. Today’s Divine Son Battle for Supremacy is becoming more and more interesting.”
Hai Lingyin’s gaze fixed on Zhang Ruochen, a faint smile curling on his lips. “When I first saw you at Qianyuan Mountain, I knew you were extraordinary. You haven’t disappointed me.”
Wei Longxing’s battle intent grew stronger, his entire being exuding a powerful self-confidence. “Since everyone has arrived, let us begin the second trial now. Who becomes the Divine Son depends on who challenges a stronger opponent?”
“Who’s afraid of whom?”
Hai Lingyin and Sun Dadi also rolled up their sleeves, their momentum rising step by step. Two powerful auras erupted simultaneously from within their bodies.
“No rush.”
Zhang Ruochen, however, remained very composed, his gaze looking upward. “Since we’ve already reached the fifth level of the altar, how can we not try to ascend the sixth?”
Hearing this, Wei Longxing, Hai Lingyin, and even Sun Dadi were momentarily stunned.
Ascend the sixth level of the Blood God Altar?
They had to use all their strength just to climb to the fifth level. How could they possibly reach the sixth?
Moreover, in the history of the Blood God Sect, the number of Divine Son candidates and Holy Maiden candidates who had managed to ascend the sixth level was extremely rare, and most of them later became great figures who shook the Kunlun Realm.
For example:
A thousand years ago, that extraordinary person who comprehended the “Blood God Diagram” had ascended the sixth level of the Blood God Altar.
Such an extraordinary person wouldn’t appear even once in ten thousand years, let alone a thousand.
Otherwise, how could they be called extraordinary?
Sun Dadi rubbed his scalp and said, “That’s right. Since we’re on the fifth level of the Blood God Altar, we have to give it a try. After all, other Divine Son candidates don’t even have the chance to attempt it.”
Immediately, Sun Dadi and Zhang Ruochen, stepping on blood-soaked white bones, set foot on the path leading to the sixth level of the altar.
The white bones beneath their feet were extremely hard, emitting a faint jade-like luster.
Not far away was a steep cliff, thousands of zhang above the ground.
At the edge of the cliff, blood mist filled the air, and massive soul shadows hovered in the void, emitting piercing shrieks.
Hearing the roars from the soul shadows, Sun Dadi felt a tightness in his chest, dizziness, and restlessness, as if the Qi Sea between his brows was about to explode.
Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin eventually caught up, climbing the sixth level together.
Wei Longxing was full of fighting spirit, moving with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, and said solemnly, “Whoever can get closer to the sixth level has greater potential. Fortunately, the three of you are here, which has made me determined to push my own potential to the limit.”
Four Divine Son candidates ascending the sixth level of the Blood God Altar simultaneously—such a scene had not occurred since the Middle Ages.
Not to mention the ordinary disciples, even the saints of the Blood God Sect were intensely interested, closely watching their competition.
“Whoosh——”
A crimson flame burst from Sun Dadi’s body, shooting three zhang high.
The scorching flame condensed into a massive sacred monkey phantom, merging with his body.
Wei Longxing’s five-colored sacred armor was extraordinary, shimmering with flowing light and emitting a patch of five-colored divine clouds that surrounded his body, resisting the oppressive force from the Blood God Altar.
On Hai Lingyin’s back, a pair of cyan flame wings grew, spreading seven zhang wide, exuding a powerful sacred aura, making him look like a humanoid cyan luan.
Seeing the cyan luan wings on Hai Lingyin’s back, a saint-level elder nodded slightly. “Hai Lingyin went to the desolate secret realm this time and actually obtained a legacy from the Cyan Luan Beast Emperor. Within ten years, he will surely become a saint.”
The Blood God Sect Leader, who had been silent all along, rarely offered a comment: “A hidden dragon emerges from the abyss, soaring through the nine heavens.”
With the cyan luan wings added, Hai Lingyin’s pace quickened, and he soon moved to the front.
Hai Lingyin did not let his guard down, because, so far, Gu Linfeng remained very composed, not even manifesting his sacred soul form.
Previously, Hai Lingyin thought Wei Longxing was his greatest rival, but now it seemed Gu Linfeng was the true formidable opponent.
Zhang Ruochen did not let Hai Lingyin’s advance disrupt his rhythm. He continued at a steady pace, keeping his state of mind in optimal condition.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ruochen overtook Hai Lingyin and moved to the front.
Even with the support of the cyan luan wings, Hai Lingyin’s pace grew slower and slower, and he could only watch Gu Linfeng’s back.
“How can he be… so composed?”
Hai Lingyin’s veins bulged all over his body, and he gasped heavily, having reached his limit.
Ultimately, he had to stop and did not continue climbing upward.
Continuing would be very dangerous.
Hai Lingyin looked back and saw that Wei Longxing and Sun Dadi had also stopped, only seven or eight steps behind him.
“He hasn’t slowed down at all. How can he be this strong?”
Wei Longxing’s eyes were fixed on the ever-distant Gu Linfeng, his emotions a complex mix of reluctance, doubt, despair, and some inexplicable anger.
“As expected of Boss Gu. You can’t help but admire him,” Sun Dadi sighed.
Zhang Ruochen, of course, was unaware of the varied feelings of the three behind him. He continued with steady steps, drawing closer and closer to the sixth level.
When he successfully ascended the sixth level, the Blood God Sect cultivators below the altar were all as if petrified, dead silent, the atmosphere eerily strange.
“Boom.”
After a long while, a sound like a mountain collapsing and a sea overturning spread across heaven and earth.
“Gu Linfeng’s potential has surpassed Hai Lingyin’s.”
“It’s said that Gu Linfeng’s cultivation technique is only the ghost-grade top-quality ‘Blood Dragon Sutra.’ How could he achieve this?”
“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. Can Gu Linfeng’s talent be compared to that extraordinary person from a thousand years ago?”
The crowd looked up at the man on the sixth level of the Blood God Altar, their eyes showing various expressions—admiration, jealousy, and doubt.
“Is this his true strength?”
Bai Yu felt his face burning, as if someone had slapped him.
“Did I misjudge him?” The Blood God Sect Holy Maiden was also momentarily dazed, her gaze somewhat vacant.
The man she had once regarded with disdain had actually ascended the sixth level of the Blood God Altar. Even she could not climb that high.
From now on, she would have to reconsider how to interact with Gu Linfeng. Such an outstanding talent, even if he did not become the Divine Son, was worth going all out to win over.
At the top of the Blood God Altar, the saints of the Blood God Sect could no longer maintain their calm and turned their gazes toward Haiming Dharma King.
The Palace Master of the Netherword Heavenly Palace said, “Dharma King’s grand-disciple is truly an unprecedented genius. This saint does not believe that the technique he cultivates is merely the ghost-grade top-quality ‘Blood Dragon Sutra.’” Tianji Dharma King sneered, “Old Haiming, you’ve really schemed well over the years, secretly teaching such a formidable grand-disciple. You’ve been preparing for today, haven’t you?”
All the saints of the Blood God Sect believed that Gu Linfeng was a hidden pawn secretly cultivated by Haiming Dharma King, intended to spring a surprise and seize the position of Divine Son.
No one suspected Gu Linfeng himself. Such a cunning scheme could only be devised by Haiming Dharma King.
Haiming Dharma King sat steadily in his seat, his fingers stroking his beard, a sharp gleam flashing in his aged eyes.
At this moment, Haiming Dharma King was quite certain that Gu Linfeng was definitely problematic.
He did not expose Gu Linfeng.
If Gu Linfeng became the Divine Son, it would also bring some benefits to Haiming Dharma King. Of course, he would have to use some extreme methods to fully control Gu Linfeng.
“Should I try ascending the seventh or eighth level?”
Standing on the sixth level, Zhang Ruochen pondered silently.
Since he began his cultivation, Zhang Ruochen had not only cultivated each realm to its extreme but also possessed a divine destiny, with a foundation firmer than anyone else’s and endless potential.
The sixth level of the Blood God Altar was by no means his limit.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen did not attempt the seventh level and stopped at the sixth.
After all, his participation in the Divine Son Battle for Supremacy was not to show off or seek the limelight, but merely to secure the position of Divine Son.
Since he had already ascended the sixth level, he had an absolute advantage. There was no need to climb the seventh.
“Why didn’t Gu Linfeng try the seventh level?”
“I feel Gu Linfeng hasn’t used his full strength. If he pushed himself, he might have reached the seventh level and created a miracle.”
“Probably Gu Linfeng is conserving his strength for the second trial. After all, at his current height, as long as he passes the second trial, he will surely become the new Divine Son of the Blood God Sect.”
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Whether he could become the Divine Son still depended on the second trial.
“If he fails the second trial, no matter how high he climbs, it’s useless.”
Wei Longxing did not admit defeat. He believed he still had a chance to seize the position of Divine Son.
“Whoosh!”
He pressed his palm onto the Blood God Altar, channeling sacred Qi into it.
Immediately, a sinister wind stirred on the cliff wall, and strands of blood Qi converged toward Wei Longxing, condensing into thirteen figures standing neatly in midair.
Those were the spiritual void bodies of thirteen Divine Sons from the history of the Blood God Sect.
Those thirteen Divine Sons had all climbed the Blood God Altar at the ninth-level Half-Saint stage, leaving behind an image of themselves.
As long as Wei Longxing defeated the spiritual void body of any one of those Divine Sons, he would pass the second trial.
“The strength of the thirteen Divine Sons varies. I can only surpass Gu Linfeng by defeating a stronger Divine Son.”
Wei Longxing fixed his gaze on the spiritual void body of one of the Divine Sons. “Yuanhong Divine Son, I challenge you.”
“Swish.”
The spiritual void body of Yuanhong Divine Son flew down from midair and stood opposite Wei Longxing.
The other twelve Divine Sons’ spiritual void bodies immediately dissipated.
Yuanhong Divine Son had actually died eighty thousand years ago. The figure before Wei Longxing was merely an image simulated by the mysterious power of the Blood God Altar.
The wisdom, combat power, and spiritual will of this image were exactly the same as Yuanhong Divine Son’s at the ninth-level Half-Saint stage.
“You have quite the nerve, daring to challenge this Divine Son. Don’t you know that at the same realm, this Divine Son has never met an opponent?” Yuanhong Divine Son’s spiritual void body laughed. (To be continued.)