Published: February 24, 2025
“Drink!”
Tan Yun shouted loudly, and under everyone's gaze, he staggered and took a step... two steps, beginning to slowly ascend the pagoda!
With each step he took, Tan Yun's body trembled more violently. Under the gravity of 309 times, the bones in his legs emitted an unbearable "creak, creak" sound.
Tan Yun was shaking all over. When he stepped onto the 20th step, he felt a painful tearing sensation across his face, neck, and even all over his skin. He could clearly feel his skin slowly cracking.
Under the moonlight, everyone watched closely and could faintly see that the skin on Tan Yun's forehead began to crack, with blood seeping out and spreading towards his neck!
"Drip, drip…"
With each shaky step he took, the sweat mixed with blood on his chin fell onto the steps below, splattering into bloody flowers.
"Thud, thud…"
The immensely heavy footsteps reverberated through the pagoda, echoing in every corner of the giant training ground, shaking the anxious hearts of everyone present!
"Senior Brother Tan, you must hold on!" countless people silently encouraged Tan Yun in their hearts.
"This little brat's true strength is unexpectedly so formidable; he can even reach level 107!" Pang Shiyuan thought viciously, "Hmph, but so what? At this rate, he won't be able to step onto level 108…"
Time gradually passed. Half an hour later, Tan Yun had already stepped onto the 139th step.
His body was covered in wounds, and bright red blood pooled at his feet, soaking his boots. With each step he took, he left behind shocking bloody footprints!
In that half hour, Shen Subing's gaze had not left Tan Yun's body for a moment. Her beautiful eyes reflected a complex expression of anticipation and desire, mixed with worry and unease.
She hoped Tan Yun could reach level 107, writing his own glory, the glory she once felt worthy of as the chief!
What worried her was the deep fear that Tan Yun's leg bones would be unable to bear the weight and break!
She and the elders were well aware that under the 309 times gravity, Tan Yun was risking his life to climb the pagoda. If his legs could not withstand the gravity and broke, Tan Yun would likely fall and be crushed to death instantly, leaving no remains!
"Thud, thud…"
The sound of footsteps was like that of an ancient god, only echoing occasionally, showing how slow Tan Yun's progress was!
With only the last moment left in the hour, everyone's hearts hung in suspense!
Because covered in blood and with his features destroyed, Tan Yun had already reached the 186th step, just three steps away from level 107!
"Ah!" Tan Yun let out a long howl. His spine, bent like a bow, gradually straightened, as if a saint were using his spine to support the heavens as he stepped onto level 107!
At this moment, there were no cheers, no shouts, only the disciples gazing at him with worshipful eyes, tears shimmering.
Tan Yun's abilities had surpassed their imagination. Level 107 was something they could only hope for but never reach!
"Miss, I feel that Tan Yun is stubborn; he will continue to climb the pagoda," Shen Qingfeng deeply bowed to Shen Subing, filled with worry, "If anything happens later, I hope the miss can save him."
"Mm, I'll do my best." As soon as Shen Subing finished speaking, she stepped onto her Flying Sword, hovering ten zhang away from Tan Yun, and with a complex expression, she asked, "Tan Yun, can you continue climbing the pagoda?"
Tan Yun trembled all over, slowly raised his head, gazing at the 88 steps leading to level 108, and said with a quivering voice, "I want to climb!"
Having said that, Tan Yun dragged his exhausted body toward the steps leading to level 108.
He knew he could not stop. Because the spiritual power in the spirit pool that supported him, along with his physical body, now remained only thirty percent!
He must reach level 108 before his spiritual power was completely exhausted, no matter the cost!
Shen Subing took a deep breath, suddenly turned around and looked at everyone, her expression solemn, her heavenly voice lingering in everyone's ears: