Ye Fan is still struggling to support himself, constantly trying to find what he needs most.
He believes that as long as he keeps moving up, the situation will change and he can find ways to break through. At the same time, he will see some things he has never seen before, which will give him new thinking.
After half a day of climbing, Ye Fan finally reached the 1,500th step.
Climbing the ladder is completely different from walking. In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan can travel thousands of miles. However, climbing the ladder is like crawling at a snail's pace. It is impossible to go fast.
Even Ye Fan discovered a rule, that is, the suppression of heavenly law is not only related to the level of cultivation and level, but also related to the speed of travel. If the speed is too fast, the resistance will increase.
This kind of resistance is not ordinary resistance, but the resistance of heaven.
Everyone who comes to this ladder has entered his or her own life path, just like the fork in the road of destiny before. Although they can see each other, their paths are already different.
The method of maintaining one's own consumption by absorbing the power of heaven from the stone steps has failed. This is a very important reason why Ye Fan is in trouble.
"Hoo, ho..."
His aura is becoming unstable. This effect can only be achieved by relying on the foundation behind him. If he is an ordinary person in the sixth level of transcending tribulation, let alone the 1,500th level, even the 100th level
Neither can be done.
"Hmph, look at it quickly. Mark is dying. This kid is also here today!"
"Alas, the suppression of Heavenly Dao is too serious. Those of us who are in the ninth level of transcending tribulation, or even those who are at the peak of transcending tribulation, have received great obstacles, not to mention Ye Fan, who is in the sixth level of transcending tribulation. He can come here,
It’s already a miracle.”
"Hmph, it's useless. There are countless stone steps on this endless mountain. No one can reach the top. It just depends on who can climb as high as possible."
"There is no way. This is the core area of Lingyundu Gods Battlefield. If you want to reach the top, maybe only the Immortal Lord can try it."
Everyone's mood was very low. They clearly felt that they were getting further and further away from their goal. It was impossible for them to successfully reach the top of the Endless Peak.
Not only these powerful men and geniuses, but even immortal figures like Wang Yunsheng dare not say that they can reach the top.
After being trapped in the Lost Paradise for many years, Wang Yunsheng used his spiritual thoughts to conduct many explorations of the entire Lost Paradise.
When he detected Lingyundu, he discovered the existence of the endless divine peak. His spiritual thoughts could not travel through the divine peak to find the final secret.
Now, hiding in the crowd and climbing the mountain in person, he finally understood how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.
Through the Dharma Eyes, he saw farther than everyone else, and he deeply realized the fact that no one could reach the top.
However, he saw the inscriptions on the surface of the stone steps on the peak. They were Tiandao inscriptions, and they were even higher than the Tiandao stones.
"The Heavenly Inscription, is this the greatest treasure of the Endless Divine Peak?"
Although he sensed the existence of the inscription, with such a long distance, Wang Yunsheng was unable to absorb the power of heaven from the inscription.
Early the next morning, everyone's marching speed obviously accelerated, because more and more people sensed the golden light appearing in front of them, and those golden lights were emitted by the inscriptions of heaven.
Countless figures are clinging to this divine peak ladder.
From a distance, it looks like an ant, but there is a dream hidden in everyone's heart, a dream to transcend oneself and connect with the way of heaven.
They sacrificed their souls one after another. This was the only way for them to sense the way of heaven.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, relied on the advantage of the Heavenly Dao of the Gods and Demons of the Huntian Cauldron to use his own inscriptions to sense the inscriptions on the stone steps. Facts have proved that this method is much more effective than others using the soul of life. He can sense it in advance.
The power of those inscriptions.
"Finally, the inscription of heaven appears!"
At a glance, Ye Fan saw countless inscriptions on the stone steps, lifelike and flashing like life, giving people a mysterious and surprising feeling.
"Walk!"
The appearance of the Heavenly Dao inscription gave Ye Fan greater motivation to move forward. He activated the power of the wild dragon and forcibly broke through the Heavenly Dao suppression, significantly increasing his traveling speed.
When the monks around him saw such a scene, they all knew that Ye Fan was rushing towards those golden lights.
They have also improved their own speed, and now Ye Fan is their guiding light, because he has the greatest luck, and there is absolutely no problem following him.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The sound of heavy footsteps rumbled on the stone steps. Due to the intensified suppression of Heavenly Dao, every step they took was very labor-intensive.
"Zizzizi!"
Finally, the first-level Heavenly Dao inscription appeared. This is the lowest Heavenly Dao inscription, which can be absorbed and refined by any genius who has condensed the life soul.
"Great, this, this is the power of heaven!"
"This kind of power makes me happy physically and mentally. I feel that my soul is longing for this kind of power."
"Sit cross-legged and practice!"
The monks sat cross-legged on the stone steps and began to experience the power of these inscriptions with their hearts.
Ye Fan looked at the flashing inscriptions around him without much interest, because these heavenly inscriptions were too low-level and not enough for him to digest.
"The inscriptions on the Huntian Cauldron are of the third level. These inscriptions have little effect on me."
Realizing this, Ye Fan continued to move forward.
At the third thousandth level, he finally discovered the third-level inscription.
"Great, I finally found the third-level inscription."
Ye Fan was very happy. The appearance of the third-order inscription meant that he could sit down and study it carefully.
"Zizzizi!"
He sat cross-legged on the stone steps, with the shadow of the Huntian Cauldron surrounding him. In an instant, countless inscriptions began to connect with Ye Fan.
By absorbing the power of the inscription, Ye Fan's physical energy quickly recovered. The energy that was previously consumed due to the suppression of heaven was greatly replenished.
At this moment, a dark shadow slowly approached Ye Fan.
His steps were light, and he was not even suppressed by heaven. He gently raised his palm and aimed directly at Ye Fan.
"Forgotten River Palm - come to death!"
The black shadow released the aura of death, which gathered on the right palm, and the powerful power shook the space and roared out.
"Whoosh!"
The huge palm power, carrying the breath of death, approached Ye Fan's true body.
"Boom!"
However, just ten feet away from Ye Fan, it exploded with a bang. However, Ye Fan was not harmed at all. All these forces of death were absorbed by the isolation barrier of the ladder.
"this……"
The black shadow's expression changed, and he flew forward and rushed forward.
"Um?"
Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes and saw a voice that surpassed him and continued to move forward, as if everything here had no effect on him and he was looking for a new peak...