Ancient Gods

After walking up more than ten steps, Mo Yang felt his steps gradually become heavier. He stopped and looked up, and found that he still couldn't see the end of the stone steps. All he could see was a fog.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that this place was extraordinary. Now it seems that it may not be so easy to get opportunities from here.

If he could walk up these steps, he might be able to see some different scenery and find some opportunities, but if he couldn't even walk up the stone steps, he might have come here in vain.

Mo Yang naturally didn't want to come in and climb the steps in vain. Finding opportunities in such a place depends entirely on luck. If he is lucky, he can comprehend the remaining Taoism and get great benefits. Cultivation is only secondary. But if he is unlucky, he will get out the same way he came in, and it is possible that he will get nothing.

At this time, he turned around and looked behind him, and he couldn't even see the steps he had walked directly. He was like standing on a cliff, and there was a bottomless abyss behind him, and he couldn't retreat at all.

"It seems that I can only move forward. Although the saint of the previous generation also warned me not to force it, if I don't move forward, there will be no way to retreat behind me!" Mo Yang whispered to himself.

After a pause, Mo Yang silently adjusted his state and continued to walk towards the steps in front.

These steps are like the path of cultivation. Once you step on them, you can only move forward. You can only do so if you are clear about your goal and have a firm heart.

The further back you go, the heavier Mo Yang feels his steps are. Even his body feels that it can't bear it. His body can't stop shaking, as if he is about to fall down at any time.

Sweat beads rolled down his forehead one after another. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to lift his legs. However, the steps in front of him were clearly within reach, but his feet just couldn't fall down. The resistance seemed endless.

"The Emperor Realm is also my goal of cultivation. I am the son of the Star Emperor. If I can't even step on this step, let alone achieve the Emperor Realm in the future, I am unworthy of being the son of the Star Emperor!"

Mo Yang gritted his teeth and growled, his eyes turned red as if they were congested, and then he stepped towards the steps in front of him with endless pressure.

Although the true energy in his body was suppressed and only a part of it could be circulated, the power in the Nine Dao Spirit Palace burst out instantly at this time, like nine bright stars floating around his body.

"Boom..."

The whole step suddenly trembled at this time, and Mo Yang stepped on it abruptly. Immediately afterwards, it seemed that a sound wave exploded in his mind, shaking him dizzy and feeling that his head was about to break.

This was a sound wave of the Great Dao, carrying a mysterious power. Although it made him dizzy, it also gave him a feeling of enlightenment.

It felt as if the whole person was transparent in an instant, as if something in the body was penetrated, but at this time Mo Yang had no time to feel it carefully.

He tried his best to lift his feet and continued to step forward on the steps in front.

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At the same time, outside the attic, Yao Chi Saint looked worried. Mo Yang had been in there for a day. This was the place where the Western Emperor realized the truth and proved the truth. She naturally knew the danger inside.

The previous generation of Saints also stood silently by the side. She glanced at Yao Chi Saint and said, "Don't worry, he will be fine!"

She then sighed softly, "You know his character. If he is not sent in, he is likely to leave Yao Chi Holy Land secretly. Facing the Tianjiao of Taixu Mountain, he may be able to deal with it, but if he faces those strong men of Taixu Mountain, he will have no choice but to die."

Yao Chi Saint sighed secretly. The previous generation of Saints secretly came to her to discuss this matter because they were worried that Mo Yang would leave secretly. Sending Mo Yang to the place where the Western Emperor realized the truth and hoping that Mo Yang would find an opportunity was only one of the reasons. In addition, it was also to protect Mo Yang.

"Sister, how long will it take for him to come out?" Yao Chi Saint's eyebrows were filled with worry, and she couldn't help asking at this time.

The Saint of Xichi shook her head and said, "Everything depends on him. If he is trapped in there, it may take several years or even decades. An elder of the Holy Land once went in there. Although he practiced the Holy Land's mental method, he didn't come out for a whole year!"

"He will blame me!" The Saint of Yaochi said in a low voice.

The Saint of Xichi pondered for a moment and said, "He is the person in the prophecy. Only if he survives, there is hope!"

The Saint of Yaochi didn't say anything after hearing this. She sat down silently, obviously intending to wait here forever.

The Saint of Xichi sighed lightly, did not persuade, and then retreated silently.

In the attic, Mo Yang stood on the steps, his body shaking, and now he was covered in blood. He didn't walk up a step, and the pressure on him seemed to have increased several times. His body couldn't bear it anymore, his skin cracked, and golden blood was everywhere.

At this time, he looked up and finally saw the end of the stairs. There were nine more stairs in total, but at this time he felt that his strength was exhausted and he could not even stand here.

Then he sat down with difficulty and tried to activate the Holy Word Scroll. Fortunately, the technique was running slowly. Although it was greatly suppressed, the injuries were recovering little by little.

"I don't know how long it has been..." Mo Yang sighed softly, feeling that the speed of time in this Xihuang Enlightenment Place seemed different from that outside.

I don't know how long it has been. Mo Yang silently checked his body. The wounds on his body had recovered. Although he still had very little true energy, he felt that the pressure he was under was much less than before.

He slowly stood up and tried to walk towards the stairs in front.

I don't know how many times he tried. When his feet touched the step, the step suddenly flashed with divine light, accompanied by a sound wave explosion, almost blowing him away.

Mo Yang felt as if his whole body was about to collapse. The terrifying sound wave spread out, like an unparalleled sword piercing his body, shaking his blood and qi all over his body, and blood poured out of his mouth one mouthful after another, and even felt that his dantian was about to collapse.

However, it seemed that because there was a Star Emperor Tower in his dantian, although it was shaking, it was not damaged.

Blood flowed out from his body, his skin was torn, and he could see his bones directly.

Mo Yang felt that his consciousness was a little blurred, and an irresistible tiredness swept over him. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He had never felt this tired before, and he wanted to fall asleep like this.

But Mo Yang knew very well in his heart that if he closed his eyes at this time, let alone comprehending the Tao, he might even perish here.

Because this place is extremely dangerous, he desperately came here, and there is no way to retreat.

"I must hold on..."

He gritted his teeth, but even though he was determined, he couldn't hold on at this moment. The fatigue surged like a torrent, completely engulfing his consciousness.