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287: Climbing the Immortal LadderHigh in the sky, several Elders couldn’t help but clap their hands in admiration, their faces revealing irrepressible joy.

Elder Xuan Yunzi stroked his beard and laughed heartily, nodding repeatedly, ”Good! Good! Good! This child should enter my Qinglan Sect and receive the true inheritance!”

According to custom, those who reached the eightieth step no longer needed further trials and could directly be accepted as a Personal Disciple by an Elder or even a Grand Elder, receiving the Sect’s highest level of cultivation resources.

However, what once again stunned everyone, making them almost disbelieve their own eyes, was—

Lin Jingyu only stayed on the eightieth step for less than three breaths, merely adapting to the terrifying Spiritual Pressure that suddenly felt like it came from a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

And after the strange illusion that began to evolve into vague fragments of Dao Laws, he stepped forward again!

Eighty-first step, eighty-second step, eighty-third step... Although his speed was slightly slower than before, it remained firm and steady, as if the eightieth step, which had stopped countless Geniuses and symbolized supreme glory,

Was merely a slightly steeper slope for him, far from his limit!

”He... he’s still going up?”

”The eightieth step isn’t his endpoint?”

”Could it be that he wants to...”

An even more unbelievable thought, one that only existed in ancient legends and Sect secret records, exploded in everyone’s minds like a clap of thunder.

Including the Elders in the sky, their eyes instantly became filled with immense shock and fervor!

To reach the Peak! Could this fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth actually intend to reach the Peak of the ninety-nine-step ascending immortal ladder?

The Qinglan Sect has stood for thousands of years with profound heritage. Records show that those who could completely ascend the ascending immortal ladder were all peerless prodigies blessed with great Luck.

They all eventually became pillars of the Sect, and many among them were mighty figures who ascended to the Upper Realm, leaving behind endless legends.

However, that was too long ago. In the past five hundred years, although the Qinglan Sect has produced many Geniuses, no one has been able to accomplish this feat again.

Xuan Yunzi and the others’ breathing completely quickened, their gazes fixed on Lin Jingyu’s figure, as if wanting to engrave every subtle movement into their minds.

If this matter succeeded, it would not merely be about gaining an excellent Disciple, but a major event concerning the rise and fall of the Sect’s Luck.

Eighty-fourth step, eighty-fifth step... eighty-ninth step!

Above the eightieth step, the trial of the ascending immortal ladder had undergone a qualitative change.

The surrounding clouds and mist had completely transformed into liquid Spiritual Qi essence, heavy as mountains, with pressure so immense it could instantly crush the Physical Body of an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator.

The illusion was even more terrifying, no longer simple scenery, but directly evolving into shattered fragments of Dao Laws, like invisible sharp blades.

Directly impacting the Divine Soul Origin of the climber, testing their understanding and compatibility with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

Lin Jingyu’s pace finally slowed down noticeably for the first time.

The purple-gold halo around him flickered violently, a manifestation of his Thunder True Intent and powerful Spiritual Qi operating at full capacity to resist the external pressure.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, only to be evaporated by the surrounding Spiritual Pressure before they could drip.

His body trembled slightly; each step upward felt like carrying a giant mountain, requiring immense mental and physical effort.

But his deep eyes remained as clear as ever, firm as iron.

The Spirit Refining Art was pushed to its limit, and the three mental lakes in his Sea of Consciousness surged with mighty waves, constantly dissolving, absorbing, and refining the power of the incoming Law fragments.

The Thunder True Intent erupted fully, its supremely masculine and rigid aura like fiercely burning purple flames, dispelling the surrounding coldness and erosion.

The Evergreen Spiritual Qi, like the most tenacious vines, continuously generated vitality, nourishing the Meridians and Physical Body damaged by the immense pressure, engaging in a tug-of-war between destruction and repair.

He took one heavy but incredibly firm step after another, leaving faint Spiritual Qi imprints on the white jade steps as he climbed upward.

Ninetieth step!

When he stepped onto the ninetieth step, the Immortal Greeting Valley below was completely silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts gripped by an invisible hand, forgetting even to gasp.

The Elders high in the sky had long lost their usual composure, involuntarily stepping forward several paces, their bodies slightly leaning forward, their gazes unwavering.

Ninety-first step, ninety-second step... ninety-fifth step!

Lin Jingyu’s speed had slowed to that of a Mortal climbing a steep cliff; each step seemed to expend all his strength.

His body trembled even more violently, and a trickle of crimson blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth, a sign that his Divine Soul and Physical Body had reached their limits.

But the flame in his eyes burned even more fiercely; it was a yearning for the Peak, a challenge to his own limits, a manifestation of an unyielding will.

Ninety-sixth step, ninety-seventh step, ninety-eighth step!

Only one more step remained!

Lin Jingyu stood on the ninety-eighth step, his figure slightly hunched, breathing heavily.

He looked up at the final step, so close yet seemingly as far as the heavens.

At this moment, the pressure and Law impact he felt had reached an inconceivable level, as if the will of the entire Heaven and Earth was repelling him, and all myriad Dao Laws had transformed into invisible shackles, attempting to completely suppress him.

Fine streaks of blood seeped from his seven orifices, making him look somewhat miserable.

But under this extreme pressure, deep within his Dantian, the perfect nascent Dao foundation, tempered by the Sea of Thunder, was completely activated!

It vibrated slightly, emitting a hazy and mysterious Dao charm of green light, subtly creating a strange resistance and resonance with the ancient Laws permeating the immortal ladder, as if unwilling to be suppressed, wanting to break free like a butterfly from its cocoon!

”Go... up!”

Lin Jingyu suddenly raised his head, letting out a low roar that was like a clap of thunder.

He gathered all his remaining strength, all his will, and all his unyielding pursuit of the Great Dao into this final step.

He abruptly lifted his foot, and the purple-gold light around him flared intensely, like a burning meteor, as he resolutely stepped onto the final—ninety-ninth step.

”Boom! Boom! Boom!”

It was as if thunder exploded from the Nine Heavens, or as if Chaos had just opened.

The moment Lin Jingyu’s foot firmly landed on the ninety-ninth white jade step, an indescribable feeling spread throughout his entire body.

All the pressure, all the illusions, all the Law impacts, vanished instantly like a receding tide.

In their place was an unprecedented sense of ease, etherealness, and clarity.

It was as if he had broken free from all shackles and merged with Heaven and Earth.

He had reached the Peak! Standing at the summit of the ascending immortal ladder!

Below his feet was a vast, boundless sea of clouds, churning endlessly. In the distance, the continuous immortal mountains and pavilions of the Qinglan Sect appeared faintly amidst the clouds and mist, like a celestial realm.

Looking up, the sky seemed within reach, and sunlight poured down, bringing infinite warmth and light.