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After a while, nothing changed!

Ye Tianming's figure was like a statue, standing quietly on the steps of the first floor.

It looked so calm, as if there was no danger.

Many people couldn't help but discuss it secretly.

"Is there nothing dangerous about these stairs? Nothing strange about them?"

"It's possible! Otherwise, why is Ye Tianming not hurt at all?"

"But why is he so motionless?"

……

Just as the doubts in everyone's hearts grew stronger, a force of oppression like an invisible giant python instantly enveloped Ye Tianming.

The force was so heavy and powerful that it seemed to press him into the ground.

However, Ye Tianming only shook his body slightly and then stabilized himself.

His feet stood firmly on the steps as if they had taken root, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree.

Ye Tianming felt the pressure and was shocked. He couldn't help but look up, secretly wondering what effect the steps on the upper level would have.

After a brief pause, he turned around and looked at the five women behind him and took a deep breath:

"It's not dangerous, just some coercive force. As long as you can bear it, you will get used to it soon. Come on up."

Su Yao looked at Ye Tianming's figure, nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped towards the stairs.

As soon as she stepped on it, she felt a strong pressure coming over her and her body couldn't help but tremble, but she gritted her teeth and tried to stand firm.

Lin Qing'er and Lin Yujiao were not to be outdone and followed closely behind.

Her face was full of stubbornness, and although her steps were a little unsteady, she quickly steadied herself.

Lin Qingfeng and Ji Qingwan looked at each other, encouraged each other, and then stepped onto the stairs together.

The two men had frowned brows, obviously under tremendous pressure.

Ye Tianming watched the five women step onto the first step and said, "Don't worry, adjust your breathing, adapt to the pressure, and continue to go up."

Encouraged by Ye Tianming, the girls tried hard to adapt to the pressure of the first step.

Seeing that several people were standing steadily on the steps and there was no danger, the many practitioners below the stage seemed to be completely relieved.

All of a sudden, many cultivators who were originally watching and waiting began to scramble to climb the stairs.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with people pushing and shoving each other, refusing to give in.

"Don't block me, I want to go up first!"

A burly man roared and pushed forward, knocking several people in front of him to the ground.

"Humph, you think you can get ahead?"

A man in green sneered, flashed past the big man, and stepped onto the stairs first.

Curses and shouts were heard from the crowd from time to time. Some people were pushed to the ground and were trampled by the people behind them before they could get up.

A thin man was almost knocked down by the crowd. He shouted angrily:

"Slow down, don't disrupt the order!"

However, his voice was soon drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Disciples from some small sects supported each other and tried to find a way forward in the chaos, but their efforts seemed so insignificant in the face of the surging crowds.

"Everyone calm down, no one can get up like this!" Rational people shouted loudly, trying to maintain order, but at this time everyone had already been overwhelmed by the desire for treasures and no one paid any attention.

Some people fought so fiercely that they even started fighting in front of the stairs.

Spiritual energy flashed, the sound of weapons clashing was endless, and the originally quiet palace instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

In this chaos, people kept getting injured, but they seemed to be unaware of it and continued to rush towards the stairs desperately, wanting to be the first one to reach the palace...

However, the situation was not optimistic for some people after they climbed the stairs with great difficulty.

One of the thin men, just stepped onto the stairs, was overwhelmed by the sudden pressure.

His legs kept shaking and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He supported himself on his knees with his hands and tried hard to stand up, but every attempt seemed so weak.

The person passing by him had a sneer in his eyes, and he raised his foot and kicked the man down the stairs!

The chaotic scene was not noticed by many people.

Everyone tried their best to keep their balance and continued to climb up the stairs.

Then I climbed more than ten steps.

Everyone who had been on edge finally relaxed.

"It turns out that the higher you go, the stronger the pressure becomes. But that's all."

One person crossed his arms and said confidently.

"It looks like there is really no danger! With my strength, this inheritance will definitely be mine."

A monk dressed in gorgeous clothes raised his head, with a determined look on his face.

"Indeed, it's just this slight feeling of oppression. Apart from being a little uncomfortable at the beginning, it's just like being tickled now. Who else but me can inherit this legacy?" Another burly man slapped his chest and laughed heartily.

"I think so too! Let's just treat it as a training session! With my talent and background, this inheritance belongs to me." A young monk said confidently with a gleam in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that we would imitate the old men in the park and run to this kind of weird place to exercise! But the result of this exercise is the precious inheritance, haha, it must belong to me." A man with a goatee stroked his beard and smiled proudly.

"Hahaha..." Everyone joined in the laughter.

"Humph, don't you see how capable you are? Only a strong person like me is qualified to obtain this inheritance."

A stern-looking monk glanced at everyone with disdain and said coldly.

"Oh, you are so arrogant. Then let's all try our best to see who will inherit the inheritance in the end." Someone immediately retorted.

"No matter who you are, don't try to stop me from obtaining the inheritance. I have been preparing for this for a long time. This is an opportunity destined to belong to me."

Another person clenched his fists and spoke firmly.

Perhaps because they were sure there was no other danger, the atmosphere among the group became relaxed.

However, beneath this ease lies everyone's strong confidence in their ability to inherit the legacy.

Many people began to look around at the people around them, trying to determine whether they had the best chance of receiving the inheritance.

However, when they raised their eyes, they saw the people rushing in the front.

It turned out to be the top genius who arrived last.

The figures of several people have been extremely steady, as if they were walking on flat ground.

The relaxed demeanor made many people feel stressed.

As a result, many practitioners began to compete secretly in their hearts.

Many people increase their speed unconsciously.

There were even people who ran ahead of those geniuses in one breath.

The sense of threat that had been left behind dissipated.

Before they knew it, they had climbed forty-nine steps.

A young monk in a gray robe took the lead and stepped onto the 50th step.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically.

I felt the pressure on me was like a mountain pressing down on my head. My steps became extremely heavy and my body began to shake.

Even breathing became difficult, as if every step required a huge effort.

Although he gritted his teeth and tried his best to move forward, he could not withstand the tremendous pressure in the end. He started bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the blood stained his lapel red.

All the bones in his body creaked under the pressure. He was forced to stop and looked helplessly at his companions behind him, his eyes filled with extreme pain.

This sudden change attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone's movements couldn't help but slow down.

However, there are also some practitioners who do not believe in evil and continue to practice.

However, when they tried it one by one, many people encountered the same situation.

Many people stood still and did not move.

Many people's eyes are filled with resentment and despair.

The terrifying pressure made them feel the breath of death.

The practitioners with powerful cultivation base continued to move forward without stopping.

One of the monks, watching the people around him constantly surpassing him, felt infinitely unwilling. He ignored the limits of his own strength and forced himself to continue rushing upwards with heavy steps.

However, just as he stepped onto the higher step, a powerful coercive restriction suddenly pressed down on him like a ruthless giant hand.

His body was simply unable to withstand this terrifying force, and was instantly crushed by the pressure and restriction.

With a loud bang, the whole person instantly turned into a ball of blood mist and dissipated into the air.

This sudden tragic scene shocked everyone so much that they stopped in their tracks, and the originally noisy stairs instantly fell into dead silence.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and disbelief. They stared blankly at the place where the blood mist had just existed, with a chill in their hearts.

"What a strong pressure!"

"Isn't this too scary?"

Many people secretly marveled at this, and there was now a lot more awe in their originally confident eyes.

Before, they had not realized that the force of coercion would be so terrifying.

And now, a living cultivator can be regarded as a favored one among the younger generation.

It suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

It's so cruel!

Ye Tianming and the others also stared at that place without blinking, and there was a hint of solemnity in everyone's eyes.

They kept a leisurely pace.

As they gradually adapt, they are also able to adapt to the coercive force above.

Even all the practitioners have been separated into twos and threes, forming different echelons.

But they were still able to stay in the center of the queue.

Looking at the cultivator who had turned into a ball of blood mist, Ji Qingwan's face turned pale and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"This place is too scary! It's only the 50th level, how can there be such a strong pressure?"

Lin Qingfeng's face also looked bad.

She looked at the stairs that looked like a ladder to heaven from afar and sighed deeply.

"This is too cruel!"

Although the Lin Yujiao sisters did not speak, the expectation and calmness on their faces had been replaced by a thick haze.

Su Yao looked calmer. She said in a low voice, "This is the path of cultivation. The strong are respected."

"Only those with sufficient strength are qualified to move forward to a higher level. Although the truth is a bit cruel, it is also an eternal truth!"

Listening to Su Yao's words, Ye Tianming couldn't help but look at her again.

This idea coincided with his.

The steps here are a must for the inheritance of the relics, but they are also a real test.

Just like the path of cultivation, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Every step forward, if one's strength is insufficient, will only turn oneself into a blood mist, unable to remain in this world.

Many people around fell silent.

They all seemed to be thinking seriously about Su Yao's words.

Many people, after a moment's silence, once again took a step forward towards a higher level.