The different dinsions of the Spirit Realm could also be seen as layers upon layers of high towers.
Before the Sky Trials, each Dao Mark was a stairway leading to the layer above.
The Sky Trials, however, were a process of constantly falling from the dinsion atop the Sky-reaching Tower.
To describe it as falling was not quite apt.
Zhong Shenxiu even wanted to na this trial "Descending."
Even an ordinary person would die if they fell from a high tower.
And to ’the perfected,’ Descending was even more terrifying!
It was also a trump card; longevity ones did not even need to take action against ’the perfected.’ Simply by revealing this truth, they could instantly doom them beyond recovery.
The ’perfected’ who could break out of this were almost one in ten thousand!
Of course, if they survived, they would beco longevity ones!
But these twenty or so Federation mbers might not necessarily be thankful to Zhong Shenxiu.
Because the vast majority of them would die on impact, and not even one might survive!
After all, Zhong Shenxiu’s previous actions were like suddenly kicking unprepared and unequipped ordinary people out of an airplane.
Hmm, Zhong Shenxiu himself also jumped, the only difference being that he had a parachute pack—the Elixir of Immortality!
At this mont, all he saw in front of him was blood red, and even his thoughts began to stall.
"So this is the Sky Trials... Falling? To describe it as Descending seems not entirely accurate either..."
His thoughts moved at a glacial pace, but they were still moving.
Within the depths of his Spiritual Body, a speck of light persisted without going out.
"Perhaps, it can also be called ’Annihilation’! Annihilating everything..."
Zhong Shenxiu could clearly feel that within his body, the transcendental foundation that constituted this world—spirit—was rapidly disappearing, or rather... being annihilated!
Obviously, when the last trace of spirit no longer existed, perhaps his body would also disintegrate into nothingness, and the Sky Trials would end in complete failure.
This was also the fate of those ’perfected’ from the Federation.
"’Spirit pattern’... what exactly is it?"
But at this mont, he was not so much afraid as he was filled with curiosity.
The crimson that enveloped him, although it froze everything, also slowed down the dissipation of spirit, letting him feel like he could hold on a bit longer.
Moreover, as the crimson invaded, it also transford that spirit, forcibly compressing, compressing it...
"In the trials, is the terrifying external pressure also a process of purifying and compressing spirit?"
Zhong Shenxiu suddenly thought of so records about this world.
Or rather, so oral legends from Davis.
It was said that longevity ones possessed a ’spirit pattern’ which had undergone a qualitative change. Confronting ’the perfected’ was as effortless and simple as an adult easily handling a child, or rather, not even a contest on the sa plane.
Here, the ’spirit pattern,’ Zhong Shenxiu surmised, was divinity!
The power of a wholly different order born from a millionfold compression of spirit!
No matter what spell was propelled by divinity, it invariably had the power to shatter the old and obsolete, causing an incredible transformation from rotten to divine!
This way, it was a complete departure from other mystics!
"And the Sky Trials, while a great danger, are also an opportunity... In the midst of this Descending annihilation, forcing spirit to collapse entirely, compressing its essence... it becos divinity!"
"To succeed in this step, to gather just a hint of divinity, to reforge one’s own mystical system, is to beco a longevity one! If not, death is the only outco."
Zhong Shenxiu could no longer care what happened outside.
He summoned his inspiration, beginning to attempt to compress spirit, which was difficult, even with his considerable spiritual power and such an environnt.
Failure!
Failure!
Failure!
...
After countless failures, a fear nad death suddenly struck, spreading and making him almost wish he could open the thousand gates and flee.
"It’s impossible... With my accumulation, and the Elixir of Immortality, if I can’t pass the trial and beco a longevity one, then there’s no mystic in this world who can break through!"
Zhong Shenxiu suppressed all his fears, watching the crimson wrap around him even deeper.
His spiritual energy within had condensed a thousandfold under the stimulation of the Elixir of Immortality, completely different from before.
But such powerful spiritual energy, when facing the terrifying obliteration, still kept shattering, vanishing...
"Could it be... I am really going to die this ti?"
"I don’t believe it!"
Zhong Shenxiu’s will roared, "Compress... compress..."
Boom!
A vibration echoed, like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Inexplicably, Zhong Shenxiu knew a ’Perfected One’ had died.
Such a bloody example further intensified a certain anxiety, almost materializing into a monstrous beast that threatened to devour his spirit.
Bang! Bang!
A series of dense sounds ca one after another, informing Zhong Shenxiu that the Federation mbers had entered a peak period of death.
"Are we not all companions falling together? Why have they hit the ground before ?"
He fell into strange contemplation, "Could this be the effect of the Elixir of Immortality?"
"Besides... my thoughts seem to be problematic, even millions of tis concentration... cannot turn spiritual energy into divinity... spiritual energy and divine power are fundantally different..."
"I need... an even more fundantal substitution!"
At that thought, Zhong Shenxiu chose to release control.
Whoosh!
Amidst the terrifying sensation of weightlessness, every bit of spiritual energy in his body was forcibly expelled, leaving him almost an ordinary man.
But he still had not died!
Under the protection of a thin layer of crimson glow, his mind remained incredibly lucid, watching as the spiritual energy within him completely annihilated, a streak of crimson taking residence.
Imdiately, more crimson was compressed, rging with a substance in the void, compressing, extinguishing...
Ti passed, unknown how long...
A wisp of dark glow suddenly ca into being!
...
The real world.
Bang!
Sowhere in a prival forest.
Zhong Shenxiu’s figure suddenly appeared from mid-air and hurtled down rapidly.
Crack!
He crash-landed disgracefully on the ground, blood flowing everywhere, bones broken unknowable in number.
But Zhong Shenxiu revealed a contented smile.
Regardless of the outco, he had survived, becoming a ’longevity’!
Longevity!
A thousand-year lifespan, mastering ’Spirit Patterns’, comparable to a Western Fifth-Order Legend, Yan Han Primordial Pill Master!
If not for the trendous flaws in the system of this world, he might have wanted to stay here.
"Moduo!"
Zhong Shenxiu’s divine power emanated, activating the Moduo Spell.
A miraculous scene took place, this undefined and unnad art obediently transford into a healing spell according to his wishes.
A layer of dark green brilliance enveloped him, and with crackling sounds, Zhong Shenxiu stood up in an instant, looking around.
"Not a single one survived? To think I assud that after ascending to ’longevity’, I would have a peerless opponent... Life is indeed lonely..."
He sighed, expression suddenly changing, as he looked at his own arm.
On it, strands of black veins surfaced, forming bizarre patterns.
Through them, he seed to gaze upon an endless black ocean—
—Master of Black Blood!
After utilizing the Elixir of Immortality to break through to ’longevity,’ Zhong Shenxiu had borne the mark of the Master of Black Blood, it could even be said... a curse!
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