207: Killing you will allow me to complete the game?

Thinking this, Feng Ming released his Power of Ice.

In the next second, the falling speed of the leaves descending from the sky significantly decreased.

Some large patches of leaves, having stacked together, were directly covered in frost, making them much easier to move.

However, Feng Ming soon discovered that the Way of Ice still wouldn't work because his level in the Way of Ice was too low, only at the entry Realm.

When the leaves were few and scattered, he could still manage, but as large areas of stacked leaves began to appear one after another, the Way of Ice started to become a struggle.

Ultimately, Feng Ming gave up; the problem was still that his speed couldn't keep up.

However, if Jiang Shuwan were at this level, her chances of passing would be very high.

With the Way of Ice failing, Feng Ming had to reconsider the Way of the Sword and the Way of the Blade, which he had previously abandoned.

After several attempts, Feng Ming understood that his logic was sound, but he needed to choose a path where the destructive power was controllable and the attainment level wasn't too weak.

In this light, the Way of the Sword was actually more suitable.

Compared to the domineering nature of the blade, the sword was more refined; after all, it was common knowledge that the sword relies on finesse while the blade relies on ferocity!

The issue was that he had to find a way to control the lethality of his sword path more exquisitely.

But thinking alone was useless; he had to try.

He gave the command to start.

The same scene appeared once again.

This time, with the help of his Divine Sense, several Void Realm sword shadows materialized in mid-air.

Feng Ming compressed the destructive power of these sword shadows to the extreme and kept their range very small, ensuring they could pierce through the leaves without damaging the leaves or petals.

At the very least, even if he didn't grasp the strength perfectly, he wouldn't be adding an extra burden to himself.

Under Feng Ming's manipulation, hundreds of Sword Beams shuttled around him like embroidery needles.

They linked the leaves together one by one and then arranged them neatly around him.

At the beginning, the process was indeed very smooth, but after enduring for about forty seconds, Feng Ming could no longer hold on.

As more and more leaves and petals appeared, he needed to simultaneously control dozens or even hundreds of Sword Beams while ensuring they didn't collide with each other and finding the right angles to pierce the leaves.

This was a massive and extremely delicate task, and unfortunately, Feng Ming's current Realm could not yet meet these requirements.

Although he failed, Feng Ming gained more experience.

That is, as long as his sword path improved by one Realm, he could pass this level.

Furthermore, increasing one's Realm in the sword path wasn't that difficult—it just required more practice. Since he still had three months left, he didn't believe he couldn't improve his sword path Realm.

Thinking of this, he stopped worrying about passing the level and instead picked up the sword path he had set aside for a long time to begin training.

In the blink of an eye, nine days passed.

Feng Ming's sword path Realm finally advanced a level, standing equal to his Way of Thunder.

The advantage of the sword path over the Way of Thunder was that it was easier to improve; as long as you had the sword in your heart, you could Cultivate even without a sword in your hand!

Having already improved his Realm, Feng Ming intended to try again.

"Start!"

In the next second, the familiar scene appeared once more.

But this time, Feng Ming appeared much more composed in handling it.

The speed of the Sword Beams was also significantly faster than before, yet Feng Ming controlled them with considerable ease.

This was the benefit brought by an increase in Realm.

At this moment, those Sword Beams were almost like Feng Ming's own limbs.

They struck exactly where he pointed, and all the Sword Beams followed Feng Ming's thoughts; absolute obedience was nothing more than this.

Feng Ming finally saw the dawn of victory.

The falling petals and leaves were carried away by the Sword Beams before they could even react, neatly stacked to the side!

Since the petals and leaves didn't take up space, Feng Ming's range of movement naturally increased quite a bit.

Just as Feng Ming was enjoying the process,

A voice echoed in the space: "Congratulations on passing the level!"

Hearing the voice, Feng Ming opened his eyes.

By now, the sky full of petals and leaves had vanished, and the timer had returned to its initial state.

Feng Ming stood up and saw that the vortex on the wall ahead had begun to rotate.

A surge of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, mixed with the power of enlightenment, instantly flooded into his body.

It sent his entire being into a state of epiphany!

This time lasted longer than before, a full twenty seconds. Since it was free, it was already a major reward compared to the previous ones.

Feng Ming was very satisfied.

He also began to look forward to the subsequent rewards.

If the eightieth floor yielded such gains, what kind of reward would there be for clearing the ninetieth floor?

Because he was full of anticipation, he entered the eighty-first floor immediately after the enlightenment period ended!

The facts were just as the Sect Master had said; the eighty-first floor was basically the same as the eightieth.

The space was simply smaller, but this made Feng Ming's control over the sword path even more exquisite.

Feng Ming had already realized that from the eightieth floor onwards, the test was about the mastery of one's Dao.

Now that Feng Ming knew the method to clear it, the subsequent levels were almost effortless.

In only about ten minutes, he had already reached the entrance to the ninetieth floor.

As for what the test inside would be, Feng Ming didn't know, but he understood one thing: passing the ninetieth floor's test meant clearing the tower.

"Come on, let me see what exactly this ninetieth floor is going to test."

With that, Feng Ming strode into the ninetieth floor.

Lingxiao Sect.

The Sect Master was currently watching Feng Ming's situation inside the Lingxiao Pagoda through a light screen.

Elder Xu stood beside him.

At this moment, his face was filled with excitement, his beard was twitching, and his eyes shone as he stared at Feng Ming's figure.

"Good lad, in just ten days, he's already reached the ninetieth floor. This talent is a bit too incredible. For so many years, those who have passed the Lingxiao Pagoda's test are few and far between, numbering no more than five. I'm afraid he will become another Prodigy to clear it."

The Sect Master stroked his beard and nodded, his face full of emotion.

"It has been so many years since our Sect has produced a Disciple capable of passing the Lingxiao Pagoda's test. I hope Feng Ming can succeed."

On the other side, Lingxiao Pagoda, ninetieth floor!

After Feng Ming entered, he couldn't help but look shocked.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Why is it you!"

He was very familiar with this person, having seen him ten days ago.

It was the swordsman he had encountered when he entered the first floor of the Lingxiao Pagoda.

Seeing Feng Ming, the Black-Clothed Swordsman didn't waste any words and said, "Kill me, and it will count as clearing the level!"

However, this time, the aura the opponent emitted was different from before.

This time, it was actually the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even though it was only the first level of that stage, it was still very powerful.

After all, those who usually participated in the Trial were at the Foundation Establishment Stage or Golden Core Stage, between levels one and nine.

The person before him had actually reached the Nascent Soul Stage; he could be called exceptionally gifted, one of the top elites.

It was said that previously, even Golden Core Realm Experts were rare; it was only this year that the situation was different. Besides Feng Ming, Huangfu Rui had also reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

There were also many more Golden Cores than before.

But having a Nascent Soul expert as the Guardian of the ninetieth floor wasn't considered too difficult; for Feng Ming and Huangfu Rui, they could basically pass.

As for those ranked lower, it was hard to say.

Feng Ming looked around but didn't see that familiar entrance.

"There isn't even an exit for clearing the level. Are you sure killing you will let me pass?"