445: Reach the summit

The Golden Age really cannot be measured by conventional wisdom; the slightest negligence or carelessness could cause you to misjudge a terrifying opponent.

At this moment, in everyone's hearts, Wang Xiaopang had completely transformed from an inconspicuous follower beside the Battle Asura into a peerless Prodigy who had to be treated with gravity and possessed unfathomable strength.

His burst of power this time was not only a Breakthrough in his climb, but also a complete reshaping of the perceptions of all his contemporary competitors.

Above at the summit, Xiao Ruobai took all of this in; the trace of approval in his eyes seemed to deepen slightly.

The exclamations and discussions at the foot of the mountain were like distant ocean waves, completely unable to affect the five people at the summit of the dao zang heavenly ladder.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, and Mo Yu.

They stood just one step away from the finish line, not far from each other, yet it felt as if they were each situated on their own independent Dao battlefield.

There were no words, no communication, and even less need for cooperation.

At this stage, the intervention of any external force would be a stain upon one's own Dao path.

This was the final trial, belonging solely to each of them, to contend against the Heavens!

Xiao Ruobai moved first.

The Battle Intent condensed to its extreme around his body erupted with a roar!

It was no longer resistance, but conquest!

He took a step forward, his movement slow as if pushing a Star Domain, but that indomitable will to trample the very Heavens underfoot caused the enveloping Chaos pressure to wail!

The War God blood within his body erupted like billions of volcanoes simultaneously; the towering War God Phantom behind him suddenly solidified, let out a silent roar towards the sky, and punched forward!

BOOM!!!

The Void Realm shattered, and the myriad Daos retreated!

Relying on the purest strength and will, Xiao Ruobai forcibly blasted open a path through the desperate situation.

His figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment, he had firmly stepped onto the 9,999th step that symbolized Perfection.

The moment he stepped onto it, the entire Xuanhuang Great World seemed to tremble!

A War God Phantom that pierced through Heaven and Earth stood proudly at the summit, looking down upon the eight wildernesses!

The War God descends upon the world, and all Daos pay homage!

Almost at the same moment, Fang Hanyu also moved.

He transformed into a sword of ultimate purity; this sword seemed capable of slicing through Chaos and separating the clear from the murky!

It ignored all pressure and, in a way that transcended conventional logic, sliced through all obstacles blocking its path.

The sword is the person, the person is the Dao!

With one step, his figure appeared at the summit, standing side by side with Xiao Ruobai.

The moment he stepped onto it, a clear sword hum rang out between Heaven and Earth, like the very first note of Dao when the world was created. An invisible sword mark was branded into the Void Realm; the sword opened the Heavenly Gate, severing all laws!

Ling Xi's steps remained tranquil.

She walked forward, and the terrifying pressure flowed into her body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

With a light step, she seemed to step into another dimension, and the next moment, she was quietly standing at the summit.

The moment she stepped onto it, all laws at the summit returned to nothingness, swallowing eternity!

The three great phenomena intertwined, shaking the Universe!

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaopang and Mo Yu below had also reached the most critical moment!

"I'll risk it! Fat Master will fight you all to the end!"

The Origin of Wang Xiaopang's Myriad Talisman Dao Body was completely ignited!

Countless talismans no longer flew out, but instead burned and collapsed frantically within his body, finally condensing into a blurry ancestral Dao mark that seemed to contain the source of all laws, branded deep within his Divine Soul!

"Ah—!"

Borrowing this terrifying thrust, he forcibly slammed onto the final step.

The moment he slammed onto the summit, although there was no grand phenomenon, high above in the firmament, a phantom of myriad talismans flashed and vanished. The Dao sound roared, the myriad talismans bowed in homage, and the source of Dao was first revealed!

"ROAR—!!!"

Mo Yu let out the loudest, most unyielding Qilin roar of his life!

Within his shattered body, the atavistic Qilin imperial blood burned completely!

Auspicious Holy Light shot into the sky, actually condensing behind him into the phantom of an ancient Qilin Emperor, stepping on auspicious clouds, eyes containing the sun and moon, possessing endless majesty!

The imperial phantom roared at the sky, bearing Mo Yu's will, and launched a desperate charge against the final barrier!

"Bang!"

Mo Yu's whole body exploded in a mist of blood, almost losing his Qilin form.

But relying on the last bit of unyielding brute force in his Bloodline and the support of that imperial phantom.

Staggering, using his very last ounce of strength, he stepped onto the summit.

His red hair was bathed in blood, yet he held his head high toward the sky, the flames of battle in his eyes unextinguished!

The moment he stepped onto it, the Qilin imperial phantom roared at the sky, auspicious Qi filled the heavens, the Qilin congratulated the sage, and the imperial blood reignited!

DONG—!!!!

The instant all five of them stepped onto the summit, a loud noise that seemed to come from the Origin of the Universe shook the ancient space-time!

Indescribable, brilliant rosy clouds erupted from the summit, illuminating the past and future!

High above in the firmament, the Immortal Phoenix cried out, the true Dragon circled, golden lotuses covered the ground, and the Dao sound was magnificent!

Five towering, supreme phenomena of figures intertwined and resonated, jointly announcing the beginning of an era!

The five of them, relying on their own strength, at this moment, simultaneously ascended to the summit of the dao zang heavenly ladder!

At the foot of the mountain, after the dead silence, came a boiling uproar like a landslide or tsunami!

Countless people had tears in their eyes, witnessing this epic miracle!

"They reached the summit! They succeeded!"

"Five people! All five of them ascended to the summit! The summit of the dao zang heavenly ladder!"

"My Heavens! What am I seeing?! This is a miracle! A living miracle!"

"The War God descends upon the world, the sword opens the Heavenly Gate, all laws return to nothingness, the myriad talismans bow in homage, the Qilin congratulates the sage... The five great phenomena resonate! Unprecedented! Truly unprecedented!"

"The Golden Age! This is the true Golden Age!"

"Look quickly! Light rain of fortune! The blessing of the Heavenly Dao! They are bathing in fortune, undergoing Nirvana and Rebirth!"

The crowd was completely boiling; discussions, exclamations, and guesses rose and fell like a tsunami.

As for those Prodigies who also participated in the climb but stopped midway, their expressions were the most complex.

They looked up at the five figures atop the summit receiving the blessings of Heaven and Earth, their eyes filled with endless envy and a trace of indescribable bitterness.

Step 9,900, Wang Zhan.

He stopped his arduously moving footsteps, and the cyan Qi and blood burning around his body slowly retracted.

He raised his head, his gaze like two condensed torches, piercing through the remaining Chaos pressure and the rosy clouds filling the sky, locking firmly onto those five figures at the summit, who were like gods and demons, bathing in the light rain of fortune.

There was no jealousy or frustration on his face, only a kind of scorching Battle Intent, pure to the extreme, that seemed to burn his Soul away, raging in those deep eyes.

"So this is the scenery of the summit."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse yet containing an iron-clad will, his tightly clenched fist emitting a faint sound of bones creaking.

Meanwhile, Li Xuanfeng, Mu Chenyu, Shi Jingxian, and the other seven had just exhausted their last bit of strength, having extremely arduously broken through the final barrier, and one after another, stepped onto the 9,000th step.

They didn't even have time to feel the rich Dao Rhyme of the platform, let alone adjust their breathing, as the seven of them were tightly drawn to the phenomena and the majestic torrent of fortune above their heads.

They barely managed to stand still, almost simultaneously raising their heads to look at the scene at the summit, which felt both close at hand and infinitely far away.

Li Xuanfeng looked at the few familiar figures bathing in the light rain, a complex and unreadable smile slowly appearing on his face.

"Are those our Junior Brothers?"

This sentence was very soft, audible only to the six of them, yet it seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun.