Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 329: Chapter 156 Eighteenth Floor, There’s an Immortal!_2

They never even touched the position of the current generation Taoist of their sect, let alone had any qualifications to compete with that person.

When they thought the gap between them and the other was small, they could deny the other’s strength and make malicious speculations.

But when the difference in strength was so great that it could no longer be added to, any denial or malice lost all meaning.

“Falling Clouds Sect, Shen Yuan!”

Someone murmured the name softly.

That figure in white, seemingly ethereal, had unconsciously become an insurmountable mountain for them.

…

“Bang!”

“Impossible! He must have cheated!”

Yu Ke’s expression was twisted, and the violent emotional fluctuations made it difficult to suppress the mana within his body, causing a large number of exquisite porcelain in the room to shatter.

Before entering the tower, he had barely reached the Spirit Refining Early Stage, and in the more than a decade thereafter, he had forcibly boosted his cultivation through faith and worship.

Although he had stepped into the Spirit Refining Late Stage, his shaky foundation was laid bare under the turbulence of his heart and mind.

Pingxi King looked indifferently at Yu Changming and said coldly,

“Is this the mindset of the proud talents of your Yu family?

Leaving aside the hidden dangers of boosting cultivation through worship, if you can’t even fully control your own strength, it’s no wonder you’re only a reserve Sacred Sage.”

Yu Changming’s face turned unsightly.

The Yu family was one of the great clans of the Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens, with its generational foundations set in the halls of teaching.

Yu Ke, with exceptional talent, was carefully cultivated by the Yu family since childhood, aiming for him to vie for the position of Sacred Sage, and to seek further opportunities for the Yu family.

However, with prodigies emerging in this generation within the Little Clarity Void Grotto Heavens, Yu Ke couldn’t even rank in the top three, thus having no chance to compete for the position of Sacred Sage among the sect’s elite.

Pingxi King’s words were a direct strike to Yu Changming’s face, and yet Yu Changming couldn’t find any reason to retort.

“Imbecile! Apologize to the elders immediately!”

With an angry expression, Yu Changming waved his long sleeve and directly suppressed the turbulent mana within Yu Ke’s body.

Only then did Yu Ke come back to his senses from his rage, and he quickly bowed to apologize,

“Yu Ke is impudent, I beseech the elders for forgiveness!”

Pingxi King snorted coldly, but didn’t make much of the matter, his gaze thoughtfully resting on the highest floor of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda.

“The four of you are out, while he ascends to the heavens in one step. Is this the ‘insignificant character who relies on plots and schemes’ you spoke of?”

As he said this, undisguised contempt appeared on Pingxi King’s face.

As one of the most honored princes in the Great Yin Imperial Family, he always acted without concern, and Yu Ke’s confident assertions had been immediately refuted by reality, which he found quite amusing.

Yu Ke’s face turned red, and after hesitating, he said in a low voice,

“Perhaps… perhaps it’s because I and the three Daoist friends had already completed most of the trial, but he sabotaged us, and he alone reaped our achievements to pass the trial.”

As he spoke, an image of divinity and faith flickered through Yu Ke’s mind.

It was a scene where he sat in the grand hall, and hundreds of thousands of common people worshipped him from below, making Yu Ke feel as if he had grasped the truth as he resolutely said,

“Yes! It must be so!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a heavy slap struck his face, with neither the power of the Yang God nor the body-protecting Spiritual Treasure having a chance to trigger; he was sent flying backwards and crashed into the wall.

The person who struck was none other than the 3rd Prince Ji Zhaoyang, his face full of anger.

Meanwhile, Yu Changming had sensed Ji Zhaoyang’s move and tried to intervene, but Pingxi King casually blocked him.

That right hand beneath the black robe suppressed all fluctuations of mana and Primordial Elemental Qi, lightly resting on Yu Changming’s shoulder.

“Are you, an old man, going to interfere in the play of the younger generation?”

Yu Changming’s expression was stiff, and he remained silent.

Even though Ji Zhaoyang’s slap did not carry mana, Yu Ke was still stunned from the blow, and he struggled to get up from the broken wall, shouting,

“Ji Zhaoyang, have you gone mad?”

“Being mad is better than a fool who can’t accept his own failure!” Ji Zhaoyang’s voice was cold and detached.

“The trials given by the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda are fair. If one is defeated, they are defeated. Regardless of the means he employed, the final victor is him.

This simple truth is beyond your understanding; you are nothing but a waste with merely a cultivation base,”

“Victor?”

The anger on Yu Ke’s face suddenly subsided, and a cold smile began to spread across his face.

“He has only completed the Earth Gate Trial of the thirteenth floor, and although he has ascended to the eighteenth floor in one leap and received the blessings from the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, that is all there is to it.

Perhaps he has gone further than us, but he will never become the victor because the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda is not an Immortal Artifact that the mundane can control!”

Once Yu Ke said this, Ji Zhaoyang, Dong Youzi, and Hea Zhen, all had their expressions shaken, but the four True Monarchs showed no reaction, as if they had already known the things Yu Ke was talking about.

“3rd Imperial Uncle, what exactly is…”

Pingxi King glanced at Ji Zhaoyang and, shaking his head slightly, said:

“Actually, this isn’t such a grand secret. The reason we didn’t tell you was to avoid affecting your ambitious spirits.”

Lord of Punishment Hall of the Left Deity Dark Void Heavens, Shentu Ming, spoke with a grave voice:

“The so-called Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda is nurtured by the foundation of the entire Primal Chaos Realm. It contains the grand Dao of humanity, the fate of the Primal Chaos Realm, and even a trace of the supreme divine charm bestowed by the Upper World.

The Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda has already transcended ordinary Immortal Artifacts and has even touched the fringe of a Boundary-opening Treasure. Such an item is fundamentally not something that beings from the lower worlds have the qualifications to possess.”

“Boundary-opening Treasure!”

The hearts of Ji Zhaoyang and the others were deeply shaken.

In the Primal Chaos Realm, Immortal Artifacts are already extremely rare, let alone the unheard-of Boundary-opening Treasures that rank above Immortal Artifacts.

In ancient records, Boundary-opening Treasures are also known as Imperial Armaments or Treasures of Exalted Ones!

In the Upper World, only figures such as Exalted Ones and Emperors are qualified to wield Boundary-opening Treasures, showcasing their precious nature.

Ji Zhaoyang hurriedly asked:

“Then why hasn’t any Immortal taken away the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda?”

Pingxi King coldly said:

“The Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda ultimately has only a slight chance of transcendence and is not a true Boundary-opening Treasure.

Moreover, its foundation lies in the Primal Chaos Realm. Once separated from the Primal Chaos Realm, it would undoubtedly suffer great damage to its foundation. Hence, an Immortal from the Upper World set a pact to let the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda endure the tempering of human Dao and the fate of the entire realm within the Primal Chaos Realm until the appropriate time to take it away.

The so-called Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda trial is merely a means to guide the fate and temper the Immortal Artifact.

Even if one could break through the seventeen gates and ascend to the highest level, one would not truly become the master of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda.”

“For on the eighteenth floor of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, there is an Immortal!”

…

Light carried Shen Yuan back into the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, and when Shen Yuan opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast palace.

The essence of all creation materialized into bricks and stones, forming each brick of the grand palace, with mountains, rivers, the earth, and all beings inscribed on it, as heavy as an entire world.

Standing in the middle of the palace, Shen Yuan felt as if his will were suppressed by the majesty of the building, even his will seemed to have fallen into stasis.

He struggled to lift his head to look toward the top of the palace, where a majestic figure sat on a sacred throne, an ancient aura swirling around him, merging with the entire palace.

Behind him, the reflections of his will faintly revealed the figures of many heavenly gods and Buddhas.

In an instant, Shen Yuan thought of the Heaven Gate in the three-door trial of heaven, earth, and human.

“Could it be that the trial for the Heaven Gate is actually facing this very being?”

This thought flickered through Shen Yuan’s mind, but on the sacred throne above, that majestic figure slowly opened his eyes.

“Do you know…”

His voice was like the sound of the Great Resounding Bell, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the authoritative voice seemed to seek to obliterate Shen Yuan’s Spirit Soul.

However, just as the words left his mouth, they were abruptly caught in his throat, and the authoritative voice also took on an indescribable hoarseness and shock.

“You… I…”

The next moment, the grand palace collapsed thunderously.

The sacred throne and visions shattered, everything within the space turned to dust and vanished, leaving only a peculiar beast lying prostrate before Shen Yuan.

“Your humble god pays respects to the Donghua Emperor!”