Ancient Gods

On that step, Mo Yang was lying there quietly covered in blood. At this time, his consciousness was completely unconscious.

Among the younger generation, he is extremely talented and his combat prowess is even more impressive. However, facing the supreme emperor's Taoism, even the remaining Taoism is not something he can bear.

Normally, he prides himself on being strong-willed, but when faced with this kind of thing, everything seems to be a joke.

There was silence in this space, without any sound or change. It was unknown how long it took before Mo Yang's consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he looked around in panic, then looked at himself.

"I'm not dead..." Mo Yang whispered to himself. At the moment when his consciousness was swallowed up, he thought he would never wake up from his sleep. But now it seems that it is different from what he imagined.

"This is a place of trial left by the Western Emperor to future generations, not a place of killing. If the entrants fell so easily, the elders of the Yaochi Holy Land would probably be dead long ago!" The voice of the tower soul came from the mind. .

Mo Yang: "..."

He took a deep breath and slowly stood up, but the wounds all over his body had not completely recovered. Although they had recovered a little, many of the wounds had not even healed.

If placed in the outside world, those wounds can be healed in a flash, and even if the body is broken, it can be reshaped in a short time, but it is different here.

He silently moved the Holy Script, but there was very little Qi that could be mobilized in his body, and it seemed to be suppressed by the Taoism here. Even though the Holy Script was a holy art of healing, it was reduced to an ordinary skill here.

"Senior, what are these nine steps, and why is it so difficult to step on one step?" Mo Yang took the opportunity to ask the tower soul.

After pondering for a moment, the tower soul responded: "The nine steps you see correspond to the nine realms of the Heavenly Saint Realm you are currently standing in. They are evolved from Taoism. If you climb to the Taoist realm, what you see corresponds to the entry level. The nine steps of the realm.”

Mo Yang could hardly believe it. He was not surprised by the wonder of this method, but he was extremely confused and couldn't figure it out.

His cultivation level had just broken through not long ago, and he had already reached the fifth level of the Heavenly Saint Realm. If it is true as the tower soul said, these nine steps correspond to the nine realms of the Heavenly Saint Realm, then it should be easy for him to ascend the fifth step.

Why is it so difficult to even step onto the first step?

Especially the wisp of Taoist sound that sounded when stepping onto the steps was shocking. If a cultivator with an unstable mind came here, he would probably be shattered by the wisp of Taoist sound.

"You don't have to doubt, you should have discovered that here, no matter what your talent is or what skills you practice, everyone is the same. You are currently at the fifth level of the Heavenly Saint Realm. If you can step onto the sixth level, your cultivation level will be the same. It will also break through to the sixth level, which can be regarded as a gift from the Western Emperor to future generations." Tower Soul continued.

Mo Yang took a deep breath. From the moment he entered the attic, everything changed. It was like a small independent world, with its own laws of heaven and earth.

But Mo Yang also knew that this place was just a space opened up. The reason why it was different from the outside world was because of the Taoism that filled it.

"Is the Western Emperor so strong?" Mo Yang looked up at the nine stone steps and murmured.

"You don't need to question the emperor, and the Western Emperor is slightly different from other emperors..." But at this point, Tower Soul paused and did not continue.

Mo Yang was also very straightforward and didn't ask any more questions, because he knew the tower soul very well, and it would be in vain to ask.

It wasn't until his injuries completely recovered that Mo Yang walked towards the second step. It was just as difficult as stepping on the first step. He didn't know how many times he tried before his steps landed on that step.

"boom……"

Another harsh sound sounded. At first it sounded like drops of water, but then it sounded like a landslide and a tsunami, like a roaring wave sweeping across the vast sea...

Mo Yang's body was trembling violently, and the energy and blood all over his body surged. The sound of the Tao passed by, as if his body was shattered by the impact. He tried his best to stabilize his body, like a lonely boat in the vast sea, which seemed to be swallowed up at any time.

I don't know how long it took, but he growled lowly and reluctantly stepped forward with his feet.

"This sound... is so terrifying, but it is impossible to capture it. If you can understand it, it will be of great use to your future practice." Mo Yang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and sighed softly.

This is a supreme Taoist method, but it is too difficult to understand, because after the sound wave passes by, he cannot catch it at all.

But Mo Yang also felt that although every step he climbed almost exhausted all his strength, his whole body seemed to be changing. Some changes Mo Yang couldn't detect at this time, but he could feel that after the body was damaged and repaired, it seemed to be stronger than before. It was much stronger before.

After adjusting his breath a little, he managed to go up two steps in one go. The moment he stepped onto the fourth step, his body was almost blown away, and two wisps of Taoist sounds exploded immediately after, making his consciousness blurry for a while.

After holding on for a moment, he fell down on the fourth step. His body was once again shaken to pieces by the invisible force. Golden blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the steps golden.

Although he felt vaguely conscious, he was much better this time than before. He kept recalling the Star King Sutra in his mind, trying to keep his consciousness clear.

The Star Emperor Sutra passed through his mind again and again, and Mo Yang's heart gradually calmed down. The surging blood in his body also slowly calmed down. I don't know if it was the induction of the Tao or other reasons, the Star Emperor Tower in his Dantian that had been silent for a long time trembled slightly at this time, and a ray of clear light flowed out, which immediately reduced the pressure on Mo Yang.

Mo Yang's consciousness also woke up. He silently sensed that even the true qi flowing in his body became much smoother.

He stood up without hesitation and took a step directly towards the fifth step.

The resistance was still very strong, but compared with before, he felt much more relaxed at this time. The holy scroll in his body was running on its own, and the injuries on his body were slowly healing.

However, after stepping on the fifth step, the divine light on the step was magnificent. Unlike before, there was no harsh sound of Taoism, but a faint sigh came.

The faint sigh seemed to come from the ancient times, as if it had crossed endless time and space and fell into Mo Yang's ears, which made him extremely frightened.

This is the place where the Western Emperor realized the truth. Now a sigh was heard. Although he did not see a figure, it was self-evident who the sigh belonged to.

Could it be that the Western Emperor left something here? Why was there a sigh?

At this time, the Star Emperor Tower in his Dantian returned to calm, and the ray of light slowly faded away. Mo Yang suppressed the shock in his heart and hurriedly looked up at the end of the stone steps. There was heavy fog there, and he seemed to see a shadow in a trance.