CHAPTER 1205: CHAPTER 1203: QUITE INFLUENTIAL (1ST UPDATE)

Very soon.

On the Second Level, Yuan Mengyuan had already reached the thirty-fifth step.

And on the Third Level, Xuu Xiao was even more terrifying, he had reached the forty-seventh step.

Xing Gu, who had been holding back, was beginning to feel anxious. He couldn’t maintain a calm demeanor anymore; his heart was heavy and full of prayer, hoping that Xuu Xiao and Yuan Mengyuan wouldn’t succeed, otherwise, all the pressure would land on him.

"Let me have a try!" At this moment, the Elder of the Pang Family suddenly and dominantly shouted. With a flash of his body, he approached the gigantic, purple statue.

However.

To the shock of many,

when the Elder of the Pang Family bowed to the statue, there was no purple stream of Qi bestowed upon him.

The Elder of the Pang Family’s expression turned unpleasant. He couldn’t help but bow again, "Please bestow upon me, senior, the Old Man seeks the Jiugui Thunder Spirit, grant me success."

Unfortunately, it was still useless, there was still no purple stream of Qi bestowed upon him.

The Elder of the Pang Family was inwardly furious, raised his head, gritted his teeth, and directly headed towards the Fourth Level. Although there was no purple stream of Qi granted to increase his strength, he could still choose to challenge the Fourth Level.

However.

Something more unexpected happened. As the Elder of the Pang Family approached the Fourth Level, the fourth-level staircase, in a flickering manner, vanished!

Yes!!!

It just disappeared.

As if deliberately targeting the Elder of the Pang Family.

"Damn!" The Elder of the Pang Family’s face turned dark as he uttered a low curse.

And from a distance, whether it was Feng Liu, Xing Gu, or Yuan Tianyan, there was a hint of mockery and understanding in their eyes.

Generally speaking, Ruins, heritage sites, and mystical realms are places that have nothing to do with the older generation of Martial Cultivators because these places, where there might be many treasures and adventures, exist for the younger generation. The younger generation is the hope and the Legacy.

If it’s open to the older generation, then those Old Monsters who have cultivated for millions or even tens of millions of years will come and vie for opportunities. What chance does the younger generation have?

It seems this Lei Ling Ruins is the same; although the older generation can enter, they will be repelled by the Thunder Spirit and statues.

At this moment.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble...

On the Second Level, Yuan Mengyuan had already reached the thirty-seventh step!

But on this step, abruptly, Thunder and Lightning ferociously descended, a vast scarlet-purple Thunder Sea, extremely aggressive, fell upon Yuan Mengyuan’s body. The sight was chilling; from afar, one could sense a formidable aura of annihilation and death, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

The thunderbolt bombardment on this thirty-seventh step was supposedly the last Thunder Strike of the Second Level, yet it was terrifying enough. At least, it was more frightening than all the thunderbolt bombardments Sima Ling encountered on the First Level combined.

In that scarlet-purple Thunder Sea, whether Yuan Mengyuan was alive or dead, no one dared to determine.

Below, many Martial Cultivators took a sharp breath, and their whole bodies went cold. Previously, some Martial Cultivators still wanted to gritted their teeth and rush up, but now, they directly abandoned that thought.

"Is the difficulty difference that large?" Yuan Tianyan muttered to himself. This thunderbolt bombardment on the Second Level was much stronger than what Sima Ling faced on the First Level. Following this trend, aren’t the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Levels even more terrifying?

Originally, Yuan Tianyan aimed high at the Fifth and Sixth Levels, but now, he quickly adjusted his mentality, focusing on the Fourth Level. The Jiugui Thunder Spirit on the Fourth Level was enough, and the Fourth Level was definitely much safer than the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Levels.

At this moment.

"Die!" Qiu Shuang was somewhat expectant, somewhat excited, his eyes shining even brighter, staring intently at the thirty-seventh step of the Second Level, eagerly awaiting the scene of Yuan Mengyuan’s death.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ding and Old Yuan’s faces were a bit pale and ugly. Under such a terrifying thunderbolt bombardment, could the young lady survive? It’s hard to say!

If the young lady died, how would they explain it to the Yuan Family upon returning?

For a moment, Yuan Ding and Old Yuan felt like each second was as long as a year, holding their breath, their eyes tightly fixated on the thirty-seventh step of the Second Level.

A few breaths later.

Gradually.

The scarlet-purple Thunder Sea slowly dispersed!

"Look!" Someone excitedly shouted, "What’s that?"

What came into view in the slowly dissipating Thunder Sea was not Yuan Mengyuan but a scarlet shadow, a shadow that swayed and flickered red.

Then.

Whoosh...

A wave of aura suddenly emanated from that shadow.

Instantly, below, apart from Su Chen, Feng Liu, Xing Gu, Yuan Mengyuan, and a few others, the vast majority of Martial Cultivators suddenly had their knees bent, their faces turning pale, almost pressed to the ground!

Oppression!

It was oppression!

That scarlet shadow emitted a peerless pressure that made hearts race.

The pressure was from the heart, from the bone.

A racial Bloodline pressure, impossible to resist, impossible to withstand.

"What...what...what is that?" In the dead silence, a trembling Martial Cultivator asked, terrified beyond measure.

"Vermilion Bird!" Yuan Tianyan spat out two words: "Vermilion Bird Spirit!"

The Vermilion Bird was not unfamiliar to many, a type of Divine Beast, which, during the Primordial Era, existed at the same level as the Divine Phoenix, Ancestral Dragon, and others.

But as time passed, the Vermilion Bird race had become very rare; now, Vermilion Birds that still existed in the world did, but their Bloodline was extremely mixed. They were called Vermilion Birds, but in reality, they only possessed a tiny bit of Vermilion Bird Bloodline.

Yet in front of them, that scarlet shadow seemed like a genuine Vermilion Bird, with an extremely dense and pure Bloodline.

"Sing!" Suddenly, the scarlet shadow let out a melodious Qing Ling cry, not very loud, yet below, many Martial Cultivators were utterly pressed to their knees, unable to withstand the Bloodline pressure.

And after that scarlet shadow’s cry, it transformed into a scarlet light, darting towards the depths of the Thunder Sea.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, one could faintly see that the depths of the Thunder Sea revealed Yuan Mengyuan. She was not dead!!!

And that Vermilion Bird Spirit instantly darted into the depths of her forehead.

Simultaneously, the scarlet-purple Thunder Sea completely dispersed.

Yuan Mengyuan stood on the thirty-seventh step, seemingly intact, with only her face slightly pale. Indeed, a scarlet mark had formed on her forehead, intricately resembling the Vermilion Bird!

"This girl’s background is extraordinary," Jiuyou said in a deep tone, "Between life and death, she unexpectedly awakened a truly pure Vermilion Bird Spirit. It’s unbelievable, truly unbelievable."