Chapter 1389: Chapter 1389: The Pursuit!
Five ters!
Just a few steps away, the Taiyi Holy Son stood up again. It was unclear how many tis he had rested to reach this point.
The peak of Mount Tai was right in front of him.
The Taiyi Holy Son’s expression was very serious. What seed like a few short ters was actually more difficult to endure than the hundreds of ters he had already traversed.
The imnse oppressive force and the power of thunder and lightning inflicted both physical and ntal tornt.
If it were soone else, the feat of getting within even fifty ters, let alone five, would already be considered remarkable.
“I will definitely ascend and receive the artifact spirit’s recognition to beco the master of the Taihuang Bell.” The Taiyi Holy Son moved forward again, stepping very slowly. A gentle lift, a steady drop; it wasn’t that the Taiyi Holy Son didn’t want to complete the step at once, but every step was now blocked by huge forces.
In an instant, lightning struck, and the Taiyi Holy Son stood on the stone step, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. In terms of physical strength, he was the leading figure among the ten Saint Heirs, and his bodily strength was imnsely powerful. Along the way, the repeated baptism by lightning invisibly boosted his resistance to it.
Yet, as the power of lightning increased, it beca unbearable. His face turned slightly pale, and sweat beads covered his forehead, showing the excruciating pain endured with each step.
The Taiyi Holy Son’s eyes were steadfast as he persevered. Such determination is not possessed by all martial artists; knowing that the closer one gets, the more powerful the lightning becos, yet still advancing, is courage few possess.
The artifact spirit elder nodded at this sight, acknowledging the Taiyi Holy Son’s tenacity. Just five ters left, and the artifact spirit elder believed it was only a matter of ti before the Taiyi Holy Son would ascend.
The Beast God gazed up at the figure in front of it, the Taiyi Holy Son being thirty ters ahead. However, as it reached this point, its speed decreased dramatically, showing reluctance to step onto the stone steps again.
“This person is truly formidable, worthy of being the foremost Saint Heir among the alien powerhouses.” The Beast God couldn’t help but admire the Taiyi Holy Son for bearing the pain of thunder and lightning, a feeling it understood deeply, especially when only a few dozen ters remained. Climbing each stone step felt like dying once.
Even with the Beast God’s strong endurance, it couldn’t help but feel discouraged, thinking of giving up.
Luo Fu and the Demon Lord Holy Son were neck and neck, both advancing past the Beast God’s ten-ter range, gradually catching up. However, the closer they got to the Beast God, the slower their pace beca.
To fend off the aura of lightning, Luo Fu used his strongest defense, forming a protective shield around his body. This could lessen the tornt of lightning entering the body. Although this thod had so effect, Luo Fu abandoned it after ten breaths because maintaining it while blocking the lightning and protecting himself was imnsely draining. If he didn’t dismiss it in ti, he feared he wouldn’t even have the strength to step forward.
The Demon Lord Holy Son didn’t imitate Luo Fu and even mocked him, “If lightning could truly be defended against, Ge Tian wouldn’t be worthy of being called the Star River Overlord.”
The Demon Lord Holy Son continued his gradual advance, but his speed beca as slow as a snail, showing the real gap between him and the Taiyi Holy Son.
Three ters!
The Taiyi Holy Son’s body swayed; the imnse pressure nearly pushed him off the stone steps. After a mont, he finally steadied himself, taking a deep breath as his internal energy was exhausted once more.
Despite only three ters remaining, the Taiyi Holy Son had to rest again, but he was confident that when he awoke, he would conquer this distance in one leap and reach the summit.
“It seems this young man has the most hope of inheriting the master’s teachings,” the artifact spirit elder said, eyeing the Taiyi Holy Son.
The Taiyi Holy Son reaching the summit was no longer in doubt. Having persevered this far, the remaining few ters would surely be no hindrance.
Whoosh.
Seeing the Taiyi Holy Son just three ters from the summit, the Beast God, Luo Fu, and the Demon Lord Holy Son were all taken aback because they knew that when the Taiyi Holy Son awoke again, he would likely be the first to set foot on the summit, at which point they would have no claim to the treasure.
This scene was a heavy blow to the three, having co this far only to be deprived of the treasure; no one would be satisfied.
But they were powerless to change it, all being dozens of ters from the summit, unable to surpass the Taiyi Holy Son in one leap; no one could do it.
“Did I, Demon Lord Holy Son, sleep for a thousand years just to serve as a backdrop for others?” the Demon Lord Holy Son murmured, sighing.
Luo Fu was silent, but there was unwillingness in his eyes, wishing he could reach the summit in one bound, but he knew it was impossible. No one could advance steadily at such a distance.
The higher one climbed, the harder it beca, and the more challenging it was; everyone present understood this principle. All felt powerless, watching the Taiyi Holy Son surpass them all.
“The gap really is substantial,” Luo Fu finally remarked. At this mont, he admitted there was indeed a significant gap compared to the Taiyi Holy Son.
“I wonder if Brother Ye would feel as unwilling as I do seeing this scene,” Luo Fu thought of Ye Qiu. Thinking about how Ye Qiu had fallen far behind, he shook his head, “Perhaps he won’t even see the Taiyi Holy Son rely three ters away from the top.”
Luo Fu instinctively glanced down, and that one glance…
Hm?
His eyes suddenly concentrated as he noticed a dark figure rapidly approaching, resembling a giant ape climbing a mountain, moving swiftly.
“It’s… Brother Ye…” When Luo Fu clearly saw the rapidly ascending shadow, he was montarily stunned, but quickly shook his head, “Too late, the higher it gets, the more challenging it becos; even if the speed is fast here, it will still be tough.”
Luo Fu didn’t believe that Ye Qiu’s sudden outburst would make a difference; everything was too late. The Taiyi Holy Son was only three ters from the summit, which was beyond anyone’s ability to surpass.
Whoosh.
Ye Qiu’s steps flew like the wind, quickly ascending hundreds of ters, three hundred ters, five hundred ters… continuously rising.
“The power of thunder and lightning is no longer a tornt for but nourishnt, able to transform into the power of black flas.” Ye Qiu smiled, his heart feeling elated. Understanding the rule power of lightning gave him a sudden sense of enlightennt, making the path ahead seem clearer.
Stopping for a mont, Ye Qiu gauged the distance between himself and the four, “I didn’t expect to fall so far behind, huh? The Taiyi Holy Son is actually about to reach the summit.”
Ye Qiu felt a rush of tension as he said quietly, “Looks like I need to put in more effort; otherwise, if he reaches first, I will miss the treasure.”
With those words, Ye Qiu, like a large bird, moved swiftly, appearing to fly, ascending hundreds of ters in the blink of an eye, drawing closer and closer to Luo Fu.
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