CHAPTER 536: CHAPTER 102: FAN YIN STAIRS, HEART DEMON TRIAL

Zhusen Mountain, named Divine Mountain, simply because it is perpetually shrouded in mist, appears to ordinary people as a peak without a base, seemingly unconnected to the heavens above or the earth below.

Outsiders cannot easily enter Zhusen Mountain. Several Dark Arrays are set up around the mountain, and anyone attempting to force their way through the mountain will trigger the mountain arrays.

However, in the eyes of the Judgement Envoys and palace disciples living on Zhusen Mountain, there is only one place truly worthy of being called Divine Mountain – it is where the Great Elder, Elder Ruo Huang, resides on Tianzhu Peak.

Speaking of the Great Elder of the Divine Court, there is no one on the main road who does not know his name, as his other identity is that of the leader of the Ten Strongest on the Dragon East Continent, one of the three Dan Realm Experts of the Divine Court.

It is rumored that among the Ten Strongest, he was the first to break through to the Dan Realm and his cultivation is the most unfathomable.

As for his age, even the other elders of Divine Court do not know.

The Great Elder of Divine Court has not left Tianzhu Peak for nearly three hundred years. He has been in seclusion within the peak, contemplating the Heaven and Earth Laws, and even his Direct Disciple, Zong Shaoqing, can only meet him by personally visiting the peak.

Tianzhu Peak is ten thousand zhang high. There are no steps or mountain roads to ascend it, the only way to Tianzhu Peak is a path formed by more than a hundred Fan Yin Stairs.

At this moment, Zong Shaoqing stood before the Fan Yin Stairs.

Beneath each step of the Fan Yin Stairs is an abyss ten thousand zhang deep.

The abyss is constantly swept by Gang Blade Winds that can instantly tear a person’s body in half, not abating even after a hundred years.

The distance between each Fan Yin Stair is over five hundred meters.

For others, just standing in front of these Fan Yin Stairs would be enough to scare them out of their wits, let alone walking on them.

In front of the stairs that wind like spiral staircases yet are far apart like clouds in the sky, Zong Shaoqing strolled as if he were taking a leisurely walk in his courtyard, his silver-white hair moving with his steps as he moved forward.

As his foot landed on the first step of the Fan Yin Stairs, a wailing sound like the weeping of ghosts and howling of wolves emanated from the stairs.

The howling was like a demonic chant, one wave after another, making one dizzy and unable to discern the path ahead.

Yet Zong Shaoqing seemed as if he were deaf, his lifted foot twinkling with a flash of silver light, as the distance of over five hundred meters was instantly shortened. His front foot had already landed on the second step of the Fan Yin Stairs.

The second step of the Fan Yin Stairs brought forth an indecent ditty that plucked at one’s eardrums, as if a hundred or so naked girls twisting and turning before one’s eyes were dancing a seductive dance.

Zong Shaoqing continued to step down firmly, another five hundred meters under his feet diminished to nothingness as if he possessed the ability to shrink distance.

Then came the third step, the fourth step... he proceeded forward, facing sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling, or the cacophony of mountains crumbling and earth splitting one after another.

And yet, Zong Shaoqing did not even furrow his brow.

These hundred steps of Fan Yin Stairs are in fact an array of peculiar ancient Dark Arrays, used as a spiritual power cultivation Dark Array.

When Zong Shaoqing stepped onto the ninety-ninth Fan Yin Stair, the abyss that was ten thousand zhang deep suddenly shattered into pieces.

Just as Zong Shaoqing was about to continue forward, the Sea Suppressing Square Ring in his hand emitted a black light.

Upon the ring, countless black threads of Dark Power, writhing like venomous snakes, wrapped around Zong Shaoqing layer by layer.

The Dark Power, like quicksand, rapidly devoured Zong Shaoqing’s skin, muscles, and flesh.

The immense gravity carried by the Gravity Square Ring layered upon Zong Shaoqing, as if he were weighed down by numerous shackles.

If Jin Nuo and the others were present, they would definitely notice that the power exhibited by the Sea Suppressing Square Ring was far greater than when it was used at the Sky Dragon Palace.

Back at the Sky Dragon Palace, the power of the Sea Suppressing Square Ring was nine layers, but at this moment, the gravity imposed on Zong Shaoqing was at least fifty layers.

The pressure of the fifty-layer gravity was comparable to the force of a mountain.

"Boom," Zong Shaoqing’s robe finally exploded into dust under the immense pressure.

His expression remained unchanged, except for an abnormal blush on his flawless face.

After his clothes shattered, Zong Shaoqing’s back was exposed, revealing a body with not an ounce of excess fat, yet appearing to be a robust figure obtained through the tempering of wars and real combat.

His broad back, unlike his flawless face, was covered with dense and countless ugly scars.

In the middle of the scars, there was a "sin" character.

"Boom," this sound was from Zong Shaoqing’s legs sinking into the mountain rock under the effects of gravity.

His spine was bent under the pressure, his limbs were bound by gravity, rendering him immovable. Under the powerful force of gravity, Zong Shaoqing’s skin began to crack, and his bones were making creaking noises as if they couldn’t bear the torment any longer.

His silver hair had already been matted with sweat and blood, a few stray strands hanging beside Zong Shaoqing’s mouth.

"Break," a single word was uttered from Zong Shaoqing’s lips.

From within Zong Shaoqing’s Dantian, there emerged a powerful Dark Power that only a Dan Realm Expert would possess.

With a loud bang, the bond of fifty layers of gravity was shockingly shattered by his sheer force.

Huffing and puffing, Zong Shaoqing coldly called out to the air in front of him: "Master."

"Not bad, your Cultivation has improved again," the air in front became distorted, and an elder with black hair and beard appeared in front.

The elder had eyes weathered by the vicissitudes of life, just looking at them, he seemed to be thousands of years old, but judging by his appearance alone, he was like a robust middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

"Thank you, Master, for the guidance," the hellish torture just now, which tested both spiritual power and physical body, was a trial that Zong Shaoqing had to undergo every month since he was eight years old.

From the initial single layer of gravity to the final fifty layers, he gritted his teeth and endured through them all.

Outsiders only know of the Divine Son of the Divine Court’s exceptional talent, yet no one knows that the effort he puts in is many times, even dozens of times greater than others.

"I’ve heard that Sha Xi is dead," the elder’s penetrating gaze fell upon his most talented, and only direct disciple.

"The disciple was negligent," Zong Shaoqing lowered his eyelids.

"Was it neglect or on purpose, or perhaps you have fallen in love?" the elder looked straight at Zong Shaoqing, "Otherwise, what difference does it make whether that person is Sha Xi or not?"

The Divine Son of the Divine Court can only have one partner in life, and Zong Shaoqing always showed an indifferent attitude towards the existence of Sha Xi.

"Whether the disciple has a beloved or not, it makes no difference to Master. I will always be the Divine Son of the Divine Court," Zong Shaoqing still bowed his head.

"You have grown up, Junior Minister. Remember when your teacher brought you to Zhusen Mountain, you were only..." It seemed the Great Elder was reminiscing about the distant past, he sighed, and quickly reigned in his memories; "If your teacher recalls correctly, in another six months, you will be twenty years old. Well then, this time, you shall represent the Divine Court in the upcoming Xuyang Trial. It is time to let those mighty nations understand what true talent is."