All the disciples stepped onto the dragon’s tail of the Ascending Dragon Path, and as soon as their footsteps settled, they immediately felt the clear difference between this Dragon Path and the one on Azure Dragon Peak. There existed a pressure here, like a massive mountain pressing onto their shoulders, making it hard to move.
At this moment, over 20 disciples, all with the strength of the Third Rotation of Qiankun, had already chosen to retreat, unable to advance further.
Among the remaining disciples, those with weaker strength moved slowly, yet there were a few with the strength of Qiankun Seven Revolutions and Qiankun Eight Rotations, who charged upwards with speed as if this pressure was nothing before them.
However, the Ascending Dragon Path is a thousand zhang in length; for every hundred zhang passed, the pressure increases by double. Don’t judge those disciples of Qiankun Seven Revolutions and Eight Rotations by their fast speed, for their pace slows noticeably when reaching a height of three hundred zhang.
Of course, there are also disciples of Qiankun Eight Rotations; initially slow, but conserving their strength for the sprint.
This is considered a tactic, for the strength of Qiankun Eight Rotations is enough to reach the summit, but pleting it within an hour is challenging.
This test is not only a trial for cultivation but also a test for the physical body of the martial artist.
The greater the pressure, the more astounding the strength; later, with insufficient defense, they are crushed till their skin is opened and flesh is bruised.
As the assessment time progresses past half an hour, basically all disciples below Qiankun Seven Revolutions are suppressed by the pressure, lying prone and unable to move, let alone sprint again.
And the disciples of Qiankun Seven Revolutions have already utilized the power of their bloodline, two dragon patterns, three dragon patterns, yet their movement remains slow.
Watching these scenes unfold, the disciples below the stands began to whisper among themselves.
"I fear, the only one who can successfully reach the top is Zi XiaoJian from Taiyi Hall, at Qiankun Eight Rotations, with four condensed dragon patterns."
"Last time, he and Zi Aotian participated in the Ascending Dragon Path assessment; with the strength of Qiankun Seven Revolutions, he reached a height of nine hundred and fifty zhang, just fifty zhang short of the summit."
But the Zi XiaoJian in everyone’s conversation knelt halfway on the Ascending Dragon Path upon reaching nine hundred zhang, biting his teeth tightly, for he discovered the pressure after seven hundred zhang was terrifying, even more frightening than his last assessment.
"Look quickly, Zi XiaoJian seems unable to persist."
"How is this possible? His limit last time at Qiankun Seven Revolutions was nine hundred and fifty zhang, and now reaching Qiankun Eight Rotations, even if he cannot plete it, he shouldn’t halt at nine hundred zhang."
Witnessing this scene, everyone was greatly puzzled.
"Hmph, in this assessment, I secretly instructed the elder to intensify the pressure beyond seven hundred zhang, so no one can plete it. Dragon Pattern Hall only needs me alone."
Zi Aotian folded his arms and smirked secretly.
At that moment, Ye Mo and Zi Ning also arrived, landing on the stands, and during the journey, Zi Ning had already explained the rules of the Ascending Dragon Path to Ye Mo.
The assessment elder glanced at Ye Mo, unable to resist checking his eyes again, and not only that, other elders observing the assessment in hiding instantly noticed Ye Mo, immediately showing surprised expressions.
"It’s Ye Mo!"
The assessment elder instantly shouted, his eyes bulging as if about to fall out.
"Is he Ye Mo? Didn’t you say he was dead?"
Zi Aotian immediately focused his gaze on Ye Mo’s figure, starting to probe Ye Mo’s body with his mind.
Ye Mo landed on the stands, sensing someone probing his strength, he trembled slightly, moved his gaze, and saw a man watching him with a hostile look.
"That’s Zi Aotian!"
Zi Ning said, "How do you feel about him?"
"Strong, but catching up to him will only be a matter of time."
Ye Mo smiled.
"This, I don’t know. They said Ye Mo entered the Abyss of Hell and didn’t e out for nine days."
The assessment elder shook his head.
"What? Entered the Abyss of Hell? How is this possible?"
Zi Aotian was immediately shocked; no matter what, he couldn’t believe Ye Mo could enter the Abyss of Hell, a place not accessible by a martial artist of the Qiankun Realm.
Above the Dragon Pattern Hall, the Elders Council hadn’t dispersed, instead discussing important matters with the Clan Leader and the Ancestor when an elder hurriedly walked in.
"Ancestor, Ancestor, Ye Mo has returned. He returned with Elder Zi Ning."
"What? Ye Mo isn’t dead?"
The Ancestor immediately stood up in surprise.
"Not dead, and not only not dead, his strength has broken through to Qiankun Fifth Rotation; ten days from Qiankun Third Rotation to Qiankun Fifth Rotation. Such a speed of advancement is too terrifying."
"Could he really have entered the Abyss of Hell and had an encounter there? A place even Divine Venerate strong practitioners cannot explore deeply."
"A talent, definitely a talent, with perfect bloodline talent and perfect cultivation talent."
Several elders said.
"Ancestor, you just appointed Zi Aotian as the next Clan Leader; I advise reconsidering that decision."
Elder Ziyang said.
"What? Reconsider? The Ancestor’s words cannot be so easily taken back, spoken in front of so many people, appointing Zi Aotian as the next Clan Leader. If revoked, where does the Ancestor’s authority stand?"
Zi Xing said coldly.
"You all need not argue. Indeed, I lacked consideration in this matter. No one expected Ye Mo to survive, but what I said cannot be taken back so easily; I will provide some pensation to Ye Mo and his mother."
The Ancestor said calmly, frowning with headache; it was impossible to retract what he said earlier, but this approach seemed unfair to Ye Mo and Zi Ning.
Though Zi Aotian must achieve the top three in the Lingwu Continent Genius Battle to formally confirm his position as the next Clan Leader, achieving the top three with Zi Aotian’s strength isn’t difficult.
Elder Zi Xing of Law Enforcement Hall smirked secretly; no matter the pensation, it cannot pare to the position of Clan Leader.
Being the Clan Leader, aside from the three generations of ancestors, the Clan Leader holds fifty percent of a voice in decisions, while the Elders Council holds fifty percent. If Zi Aotian bees the Clan Leader, as long as the three generations of ancestors do not interfere, the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan will be their domain.
For Ye Mo to reverse this situation, he can only seize Zi Aotian’s qualification to participate in the Lingwu Continent Genius Battle.
But the assessment concludes in less than half a burning incense’s worth of time, making it impossible for Ye Mo to enter the Dragon Pattern Hall and losing this opportunity to pete with Zi Aotian.
"Alright, all elders, follow me outside to wele Ye Mo’s return."
The Ancestor said calmly.
"What? So many elders to wele Ye Mo?"
Zi Xing couldn’t believe these words came from the Ancestor; having all elders, so many Divine Venerate strong practitioners, to wele Ye Mo would be unprecedented in the history of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan. No matter how talented a martial artist, they couldn’t enjoy such treatment.
"Ye Mo is the hope of our clan, and I deprived his mother’s chance to pete for Clan Leader, so I must pensate him. Moreover, I’ll publicly provide him with the greatest pensation in front of the entire clan."
"All elders, follow me outside!"
"Yes!"
The hundred Divine Venerate practitioners once again mobilized, heading out to wele Ye Mo.
He believed it was the only way for Ye Mo to feel balanced.
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