Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 571 - 395: Thirty-Six Levels2

Furthermore, even if the Dao Repository Pavilion charges a fee, who dares say they wouldn’t go in?

Compared to what one must give up, if one can gain so opportunities, then how many years of arduous cultivation can be saved?

After weighing the options, the Dao Repository Pavilion remains exceedingly sought after.

"What, exactly, is the Chaos Martial Ancestor trying to accomplish?" expressed the Supre of the Spirit Realm, voicing her doubt.

In fact, she also tended to believe that the Chaos Martial Ancestor did not want these beings to gain opportunities without putting in the work or paying a price.

"Even if the Chaos Martial Ancestor is not above the Supre, he is certainly far beyond an ordinary Supre," uttered the Supre of Darkness in a quiet voice, "With his foundation, he has no need for these lower grade primordial sources; his actions are indeed unfathomable."

The commotion caused by the Dao Repository Pavilion was not insignificant.

Even the Supres sent their primordial source avatars to attempt to uncover the secrets above the thirtieth level of the pavilion.

"I have observed many Saint Emperors who have only passed the thirty-second level and stopped at the thirty-third; even if they entered the thirty-fourth level, they end in failure and tragically lose their life essence."

At this mont, just the thirty-fourth level of the Dao Repository Pavilion has already eliminated nearly seventy percent of Saint Emperors.

"Those more powerful Saint Emperors, like the Artisan God, the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor and others, are all rushing towards the thirty-fifth level."

"What do you think, can anyone reach the thirty-sixth level? The thirty-sixth level hides the ultimate opportunity, and it’s uncertain who will be able to obtain it."

At this mont, even the Saint Kings, who had always been challenging levels, were paying attention to these newly joined Saint Emperors.

Then, several streaks of flowing light flew out from the Dao Repository Pavilion.

"Such a pity!" The Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor looked dejected, his life essence damaged.

He had already passed the thirty-fourth level and entered the thirty-fifth, but as one might guess, he failed!

To be honest, after passing the thirty-fourth level, the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor was already running out of steam.

But considering he was an established Saint Emperor from a previous epoch, he also felt he could not afford to lose face.

This thirty-fifth level, he must attempt it no matter what.

There were many Saint Emperors with such thinking, but most of them failed.

"The Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor, who could be ranked in the top ten among the Saint Emperors of the Chaotic Myriad Realms, has failed to pass the thirty-fifth level. The ones with the most chance to pass the thirty-fifth are only those from the first tier."

Everyone had a clear idea of who the so-called first tier consisted of.

Guardians of the Five Elents.

The returned Artisan God.

The returned Xia Feng.

...

Like the shattered epoch, there were likewise so top Saint Emperors.

Secret Forces, too, had not a few among the top Saint Emperors.

The Haoran Holy Emperor was mixed in among them, spotted by many.

Whenever a brief flash of light appeared above the Dao Repository Pavilion, it signified soone ascending to the next level.

Actually, a number of people did ascend from the thirty-fifth level.

Among them were also mixed the avatars of Supres’ primordial sources.

The thirty-sixth level is the final and ultimate level of the Dao Repository Pavilion, holding the greatest opportunities and mysteries, and not a single Saint Emperor wishes to give up.

Even those who had entered once before, thanks to the rewards from the Qingyun List, were eager to go in for a second ti.

However, amidst everyone’s expectations, one after another, the lights from the thirty-sixth level disappeared without a trace.

"We’re still quite far off!" Ling Tian sighed.

His life essence was also damaged, but he felt it was worth it.

For an existence like him, even without getting rewards from the Dao Repository Pavilion, the challenges and dangers themselves could bring profound insights and significantly impact his path.

"This Chaos Martial Ancestor is simply too bullying!" raged the Supre of Light.

Because at the mont of being expelled, he could distinctly feel his avatar’s life essence being stripped away by as much as fifty percent!

Why was it only thirty percent for others, but fifty percent for him?

Even for the avatars of a Supre’s primordial source, life essence is extrely precious and cannot be wasted like this.

"Perhaps our Supre’s primordial source avatars entering was already breaking the rules, and what the Chaos Martial Ancestor is doing, we cannot really complain," sighed a Supre.

If this were the explanation, indeed there would be no issue.

And even if dissatisfied, no one would dare to challenge the Chaos Martial Ancestor.

There’s no place to even present such argunts.

What’s a Supre to do but to swallow the bitter pill!

"The thirty-sixth level hides secrets of the Great Path; if we can enter, maybe we can catch a glimpse of the Supre’s path," lanted the Golden Holy Emperor.

As Guardians of the Five Elents of All Heavens, although they have obtained extrely powerful forces and are, to so extent, on equal footing with Supres.

Yet their strength has been confined; no matter how much they strive for the rest of their lives until their primordial source shatters, they might never be able to enter the Supre Realm.

When the Dao Repository Pavilion opened the last six levels, they wanted to give it a try as well.

However, the outco was no different from other Saint Emperors; their life essence was still stripped away.

"More than a dozen peak Saint Emperors challenged the Dao Repository Pavilion, yet not one was able to surpass the thirty-sixth level. Is there sothing so perverse about this thirty-sixth level?"

However, just as these words fell, suddenly a bright light shone from the Dao Repository Pavilion.

"Soone has burst into the thirty-sixth level!"

Looking at the powerful figures present, it almost included all the Peak Saint Sovereigns that could be nad from all epochs.

There were a few who did not participate, such as the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor, such as Tongtian.

But these only made up a very small part.

So could it be the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor or Tongtian who has now broken into the thirty-sixth level?

"Even if they have broken in, what of it? In the end, they will still be unable to pass the trial of the thirty-sixth level. That level... the Realm of the Holy Emperor, no one can break through!" Haoran Holy Emperor shook his head.

However, at this mont, he was not outside the Dao Repository Pavilion.

After he left the Dao Repository Pavilion, he quickly fled and then secretly paid attention to the Dao Repository Pavilion.

In the thirty-sixth level, he saw that person again.

With just one sword, his previously perfect Dao heart seed to crack open once again.

With just one sword, he was forced out of the Dao Repository Pavilion!

He was not willing to live forever in the shadow of that person.

The appearance of that light did not arouse a particularly strong expectation in everyone.

Because there had already been too many failures before, the chance of successfully breaking through the thirty-sixth level was too small.

And indeed, a figure appeared on the thirty-sixth level.

The God Emperor!

Or rather, Pan Gu.

At this mont, he had no disguise and landed in this space as his true self, Pan Gu.

And this space was wrapped in primordial chaos, desolate, without a trace of life.

After an unknown amount of ti, living beings started to be born, and a Blue Lotus appeared.

Pan Gu knew that this was the process of recreating the birth of the Vast Wilderness.

When the giant used the axe to strike down the three thousand Demon Gods, Pan Gu felt that he had rged with that giant, that he himself was that giant.

After the three thousand Demon Gods were defeated, Pan Gu created the world.

At this ti, in his mind, one voice after another appeared.

"Do not create the world; once you do, you will vanish from life and death, completely dissipating from the world!"

"Do not create the world; all your sacrifices will be stolen by others."

"Do not create the world..."

Those voices echoed in Pan Gu’s ears and even more in his heart.

At this mont, Pan Gu’s hand, holding Pangu’s Axe, paused fiercely.

He knew the future.

He knew he would die, he knew his achievents would be stolen by others.

At the sa ti, Sun Wukong’s rescue of the Vast Wilderness did not appear in his mind at all.

The Vast Wilderness he rembered at this mont, even if it developed to the arrival of the Last Dharma, had never seen him again.

He died!

Completely perished!

This was the outco of creating the world.

In the end, the Vast Wilderness would beco the Last Dharma.

This too was the outco.

Yet even so, the axe in Pan Gu’s hand once again chopped down.

The voices in his heart beca louder and more urgent.

But nothing could change.

Pan Gu’s determination to create the world remained unchanged!

That axe cut through the chaos and created the Vast Wilderness!

That giant sustained the heavens and the earth with his body, his flesh and blood transford into the myriad spirits of the Vast Wilderness.

"Why..."

Before all of Pan Gu’s consciousness dissipated, a faint yet urgent question ca through, filled with incomprehension and doubt.

It did not understand why, knowing that the ending would be tragic, knowing that the ending wasn’t as wonderful as imagined.

Why would one still do it?

"So things must be done." Pan Gu smiled, "There are things, even knowing the inevitable ending, that still have reasons one must do them.

If not done, that is the true regret!"

And at that mont, his consciousness shattered.