Chapter 762
The Imperial Palace [9]
"This……"
The large eyes on Xing Tian's chest instantly became bloodshot, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
He felt as if his axe had struck a stabilizing pillar. No matter how hard he tried, even with all his might, he couldn't push the axe down any further!
"Exercise."
Su Chen even had the leisure to yawn, looking up at the giant whose face was flushed red.
"Weren't you yelling really loudly just now?"
"These are your muscles?"
"It looks big, but why is it full of water?"
"puffiness?"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Commander Xingtian was deeply humiliated and roared furiously.
"Impossible!! I am Xingtian! I am Hercules!!"
"I am the best among those in the Divine Bone Realm!"
"I can't lose!"
"This is an illusion!"
"Break!!"
He exerted force again, and the veins in his arms felt like they were about to burst.
boom!
A terrifying power was boiling within it.
however……
"break?"
Su Chen's eyes turned cold.
"You think you're so great, huh?"
"What is a mere Divine Bone Realm cultivator?!"
The index finger resting on the axe blade suddenly trembled slightly.
hum!
A ripple of dark gold spread from the fingertips.
That was the power of the Ancient God's Tremor, and even more so, the absolute crushing power of the Origin Body!
Snap! Snap!
A crisp sound.
The supposedly indestructible mountain-splitting axe cracked like a spider web from the point of contact.
Immediately afterwards, with a "bang," the entire axe exploded into a shower of iron filings!
"What?!!"
Before Xing Tian could react, he felt an irresistible force coming from the broken axe handle.
boom!!!
His massive body flew backward like a baseball that had been hit!
He traced a perfect parabola through the air, smashed through the gate behind him, broke through more than a dozen stone pillars, and finally became deeply embedded in the mountain wall behind him.
"Cough cough... Pfft!!"
Commander Xingtian spat out blood, his bones shattered, and he slid down like a pile of mud.
This...how is this possible!
How could this human boy, this outsider, be so powerful?
In a short time.
The entire room fell silent.
Those Xingtian Guards who had been mocking Su Chen were now utterly dumbfounded, their weapons clattering to the ground.
Their view of "greyhounds"...
With a single finger, he crippled their leader, man and axe.
To know.
Those who were selected as Xingtian Guards could not possibly be weak, yet they could do nothing to their opponents.
Just how strong is this guy?
"Is this your belief?"
Su Chen blew on the rust on his fingers and slowly walked towards the group of stunned giants.
With each step he took, the giants retreated a step, their contempt turning into deep fear.
"Big muscles do not mean strong strength."
"Even a mountain of cotton can't stop a single iron nail."
Su Chen stood in front of the checkpoint, his gaze sweeping across the entire area.
"Trying to outmuscle me?"
"I am your ancestor!!"
"Now……"
Su Chen pointed to the commander embedded in the wall.
"According to the bet, turn him into dried beef."
"The rest..."
Su Chen looked at the group of trembling Xingtian Guards.
"If you don't want to become jerky, get out of my way."
"And hand over all your best 'bone-tempering wine' and 'power pills'."
"I'm a reasonable person."
"I'll stop eating people once the toll is paid."
"Yes, yes, yes!! God, spare my life!!"
A group of muscular men, each three meters tall, looked like frightened young wives, crying and piling all their hidden treasures in front of Su Chen.
Su Chen looked at the mountain of resources and nodded in satisfaction.
"That's more like it."
"Hun Tian, pack it up."
"Let's...climb the mountain!"
……
……
[Ancient God Ruins - Spine Ladder - Section 10]
Having passed the first major obstacle, Su Chen led his army to officially begin the ascent.
This is a true "sky road".
The higher you go, the narrower the path becomes, the colder the wind gets, and the gravity... becomes increasingly abnormal.
By the time you reach the tenth vertebra, the gravity is already five hundred times that of the outside world!
"Huff...huff...I can't take it anymore..."
The Demon Lord of Chaos had now transformed back into his hundred-foot-tall demonic form, his hands supporting his knees, sweat pouring down his face. With each step he took, he crushed the rocks beneath his feet.
"My lord... this gravity... is too strange..."
"It not only suppresses the physical body, but also the spirit..."
Not only him, but the demon army behind him was in even worse shape.
Most of the native warriors of the Desolate Bone City had already begun crawling on their hands and feet. The weaker Demon God Guards had to move in groups of three or five, supporting each other to move their feet.
The whole team was like a group of snails carrying a huge mountain on their backs.
Along the roadside, one can occasionally see ascetics who have been practicing here year-round.
Most of them sat cross-legged by the roadside, already accustomed to the environment. Seeing Su Chen's large but disheveled group, a hint of superiority flickered in their eyes.
"Ha, what's the use of having more people?"
"This ladder to heaven tests an individual's will and foundation."
"Look at that big guy (Hun Tian), he's so weak, he'll probably collapse by the twelfth round."
however.
Just as this group of ascetics were pointing and whispering.
A light, quick footstep came from the front of the group.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The rhythm is steady, light, and powerful.
Everyone looked up and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Su Chen was carrying an enormous bundle on his back (it contained all the spoils he had looted from the Xingtian Guard and the Golden Wing Clan, piled up like a small mountain), and holding a huge roasted Golden Wing (Golden Roc's father) in his hand, munching on it as he ran.
Yes, run.
Under five hundred times the force of gravity, while everyone was crawling like dogs.
He's... jogging?
And you're eating while running with weights?!
"Hun Tian, hurry up!"
Su Chen turned around, chewing on meat, and called out indistinctly.
"This is only the tenth period; it's not even a warm-up."
"You guys have such poor health."
"Should I throw this bag away? It's too light, I don't feel it when I carry it, and I can't practice properly."
"Pfft—" Upon hearing this, a hermit by the roadside coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Too light?
That package looks like it weighs at least several hundred thousand kilograms! Add to that the five hundred times gravity here... that's a weight of hundreds of millions of kilograms!
You're carrying hundreds of millions of pounds of stuff up a mountain, and you still think it's too light?!
"Where...where did this monster come from?"
Just then.
On a protruding boulder in front of them sat a young man dressed in white with a stern face.
He was surrounded by a faint starlight, which mitigated most of the gravity.
【Ye Guxing, Holy Son of the Star Sect】(One of the prodigies who accidentally entered the ruins).
He was looking down at the panting Demon Lord, his eyes full of mockery.
"A bunch of useless trash."
"You can't even get up with this little bit of gravity?"
"With this kind of talent, he's even worthy of climbing the Heavenly Ladder?"
"Get out of here, don't block my view of enlightenment."
The Demon Lord of Chaos was furious, but he was too weak to refute.
Just then.
A gust of wind blew by.
Su Chen's figure appeared instantly beside the giant rock.
He didn't stop, but as he passed by the so-called holy son, he casually... tossed the roasted bone from your hand.
"Where did these flies come from? They're buzzing so annoyingly."
call out--!!!
The gnawed-clean Golden Wing King bone, imbued with the monstrous strength of Su Chen's casual toss, transformed into a beam of golden light.
"you……"
Ye Guxing was about to get angry.
boom! ! !
The bone struck him squarely on the forehead.
This attack was even more powerful than a meteor strike.
Before Ye Guxing could even scream, the protective starlight shattered instantly, and he was knocked unconscious. He fell off the giant rock and rolled like a tattered sack to the feet of the Hun Tian Demon Lord.
Su Chen didn't even turn his head, continuing to run uphill, his voice carrying far away:
"Hun Tian, that's trash too, don't pick it up."
"Keep climbing!"
"Anyone who falls behind gets no dinner tonight!!"
The Demon Lord of Chaos looked at the arrogant and invincible genius at his feet, who was now unconscious and full of potential, and his lips twitched.
Then, he gritted his teeth and roared:
"Did you hear me?! Anyone who doesn't want to go hungry! Get on your way!!"
"We'll climb up, even if we have to!"
This day.
A legend has emerged on the Spine Ladder.
There was a powerful man carrying a mountain of gold, leading an army like hungry wolves, who managed to... run through the Heavenly Ladder.
Wherever he went, even the most arrogant and proud bowed down.
only because……
He thought they were blocking his way.
……
……
[Ancient God Ruins - Spine Ladder - Section 18]
When Su Chen led the demon army, which was almost exhausted to the point of vomiting blood but whose eyes were becoming increasingly fanatical, onto the platform of the eighteenth vertebra, the surrounding environment underwent a subtle change.
The gravity here has soared to a thousand times that of the outside world.
The air was as thick as glue, and every breath required the muscles of the entire body to squeeze the lungs. If an ordinary True Immortal stayed here for more than a quarter of an hour, their internal organs would be crushed into a pulp by their own weight.
But this eighteenth section is not as desolate as the following sections.
On the contrary, there is actually a... academy here?
Indeed, beneath a grayish-white, bony cliff stood a simple courtyard constructed of some kind of jade. In front of the courtyard stood a massive stone wall, hundreds of feet high, covered with elegant, calligraphic characters.
A surge of righteous energy, or perhaps some profound and mysterious law of literature, emanated from the stone wall, forcefully creating a "low gravity field" with a diameter of one kilometer.
At this moment, hundreds of cultivators dressed in Confucian robes and exuding an otherworldly aura sat cross-legged at the foot of the stone wall.
Most of them are descendants of human cultivators who have strayed into the ruins and become trapped here over the past few thousand years. Unable to climb further up or descend (as they would be eaten by those below), they can only cling to the stone wall, surviving by relying on the legacy left by their predecessors.
Confucius said: "As heaven's movement is ever vigorous, so should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement..."
"No! The meaning of this sentence should be 'The ladder to heaven is too steep, so a wise person has to climb it!'"
"Absurd! How could a sage's words be so vulgar! This is clearly the supreme principle: 'Gravity is like a mountain, only a heart as light as a feather can be freed!'"
A group of Confucian scholars were arguing heatedly in front of the stone wall, their faces flushed and spittle flying.
Just then.
Rumble—!!!
A series of footsteps, like the thunder of ten thousand horses, shattered the tranquility of the academy.
Su Chen, carrying the small mountain of golden spoils, led a group of demons with murderous auras and fierce faces, barging in like bandits entering a village.
"Phew...we're here."
Su Chen threw the small hill onto the ground with a loud bang, which made the cushions under the bottoms of the group of Confucian scholars jump up.
"Hun Tian, let the brothers rest for a while."
"The gravity here is low, which is suitable for cooking."
"Yes, my lord!" The Demon Lord of Chaos felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and sat down on the ground with a thud, feeling as if his bones were about to fall apart.
"This is an insult to scholarship! It's utterly an insult to scholarship!!"
An angry roar came from the group of Confucian scholars.
A middle-aged scholar dressed in white, holding a folding fan (although the fan was broken), and sporting a goatee, came out in a fit of rage.
He is the leader here, and calls himself "Haoran Jushi" (a recluse of noble character).
"Where did this barbarian come from?!"
Haoran Jushi pointed at Su Chen, his fingers trembling.
"This is the place where 'Saint Chen' attained enlightenment! It is a sacred realm of literature and Tao left behind by a sage! How dare you all make a ruckus here? And even... set up camp to cook?!"
"Do you still have any respect for saints? Do you still have any respect for the law?!"
The surrounding Confucian scholars glared at them angrily, as if Su Chen and his companions were desecrating the sacred land by even breathing the air there.
"Chen Sheng?"
"His path to immortality is the path of literature? How come I didn't know that?"
Su Chen was starting a fire to grill meat when he heard this name and paused slightly.
He looked up at the massive stone wall.
The writing on the stone wall is wild and unrestrained, exuding an arrogance that seems to want to tear a hole in the sky.
Su Chen was all too familiar with that handwriting.
That's Chen Sheng's handwriting.
"You...are studying this?" Su Chen pointed to the stone wall, a strange expression on his face.
"nonsense!"
Haoran Jushi snorted coldly, his face full of arrogance.
"This is the 'True Scripture of Ascension to Heaven' that Chen Sheng comprehended after pausing here for three hundred years when he ascended the Heavenly Ladder!"
"Every word on this contains the supreme method to defy gravity and transcend the physical body!"
"We have been meditating here for a thousand years, and we have only grasped the basics. You brutes, reeking of money and blood, probably can't even understand a single word, can you?"
"can't read?"
Su Chen stood up, patted the oil stains off his hands, and slowly walked to the stone wall.
He looked at those lines of so-called "true scriptures".
First line: [This mountain is ridiculously high.]
Second line: [This force is so heavy, it's like a dog's.]
Third line: [That idiot, Hai Zun, is being crushed like a turtle down there. I'm tired too, but to show off in front of him, I have to stand up and finish writing this line!]
Fourth line: [Old god, you're really tough. Once I climb up there, I'll definitely piss in your head!]
……
As Su Chen watched, the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.
This is called "The True Scripture of Ascending to Heaven"?
This is clearly Chen Sheng's old, irreverent "complaint diary"!
Moreover, it was written in an extremely obscure ancient script, which these Confucian scholars could not understand at all. They were simply blindly worshipping the "artistic conception" left between the lines.
"that……"
Su Chen turned around, looked at the recluse Haoran with a sacred expression, as if worshipping a divine miracle, and couldn't help but ask:
"You've spent a thousand years contemplating, and all you've grasped is... perseverance?" (End of Chapter)