"What a terrifying sword intent! Who is that person?"
"Is someone here for the first time and experiencing the baptism of the Saintly light?"
"Who can recognize which sect this sword aura belongs to?"
At the peak of the giant mountain, clouds and mist lingered, and all kinds of rare spiritual herbs and flowers grew. It was a blessed land filled with spiritual energy. Many young geniuses from various sects were discussing and competing here. However, at this moment, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by this sword intent, and they revealed a look of horror.
"Is this really a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?"
"Almost all of the people here will probably not be able to block this sword," a genius from the Mysterious Star Grotto-Heaven muttered, his face filled with disbelief.
He looked at the figure in front of him, who had an extremely dense aura, and asked softly, "Fang Yue, you're one of the strongest people in the Foundation Establishment Realm of the Mysterious Star Grotto-Heaven. You're a person who has the hope of stepping into the Saint Realm in the future. Look at this…"
However, even Fang Yue shook his head lightly. "I can't block it. This kind of sword intent has almost surpassed the limit of the Foundation Establishment Realm. This is not a genius that can be nurtured by the grotto-heavens and blessed lands of the Feather Kingdom."
Behind Fang Yue, the genius's expression changed slightly. He could not help but glance at a few figures in a certain direction. He quickly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You mean… another blessed land of cultivation?"
"Who knows? You should warn everyone to be careful today. Do not show off too much."
Everyone was like this. All these geniuses were shocked by this sudden sword intent. In a quiet area where almost no one dared approach, there were a few figures who revealed solemn expressions and discussed in low voices.
"Does the Ancient Kingdom Blessed Land have such a genius?" a black-robed figure sat quietly on a rock and suddenly asked.
"Holy Son Gu Chi, it should be… No!" A slightly older middle-aged man pondered for a moment and shook his head. "After all, the Ancient Kingdom Blessed Land does not specialize in this. We do not have such a genius."
"Very good. I'll see them later. We can fight!" The black-robed figure glanced at the sword intent that was gradually dissipating and closed his eyes. Chaotic fog circulated around his body and enveloped him.
"Holy Son Gu Chi's attainments in our sect's cultivation Scripture have become even more terrifying."
"Haha, Gu Chi was chosen as the Holy Son when he was at the Foundation Establishment Realm. How can that person live up to his reputation?"
A few geniuses from the Ancient Kingdom Blessed Land exclaimed.
Even the old Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators of the sect, who were much older than him, revealed shocked expressions. Then, they smiled in relief. With such a peerless prodigy in their sect, there was no need to worry.
"Now, let's wait and see who that genius is. If he's a prodigy from another blessed land, we can kill him."
"He might be an individual cultivator!"
"That's even better."
On the thirtieth step, Jiang Ming saw a young man who cultivated an ancient and strange cultivation technique. With a single thought, he could take away the enemy's lifespan.
"What a powerful spell." Jiang Ming was envious. Unfortunately, he was only a witness and could not learn it.
In his heart, he had some speculations about the multicolored light. The stone steps of this hill should be the cultivation path of a strong person. Each step represented a stage of their cultivation, and Jiang Ming had to experience these stages and the tempering of his body and mind.
Suddenly, a strand of Jiang Ming's hair turned gray, and then turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
A wave of spiritual light rippled around him, and Jiang Ming felt a repulsive force. He knew in his heart that this should be his limit.
Jiang Ming was content. On the thirtieth step, not only did he comprehend the sword intent, but every single part of him had been tempered.
However, at this moment, the indestructible origin light that had been silent for a long time suddenly moved.
The indestructible origin light shook slightly, and a trace of light circulated around Jiang Ming's body, instantly repairing the injuries he had suffered. His strand of hair, which had turned into ashes just now, also grew back.
Around Jiang Ming, the rippling spiritual light suddenly flickered in disorder. A moment later, it suddenly dissipated, as if nothing had happened.
"You can do this?" Jiang Ming was shocked.
He tried to ascend another step.
Multicolored light rose and continued to cleanse his body's cultivation base. However, this time, he did not see any figures.
With the help of the indestructible origin light, Jiang Ming went up the stairs. After the thirtieth step, he could no longer see anyone. However, the higher he went, the more terrifying the great cultivation was.
After a hundred steps, Jiang Ming could even feel that a terrifying existence seemed to be standing beside him.
After three hundred steps, Jiang Ming felt the increasingly mysterious and profound cultivation runes around him. He was more convinced of his guess. The path of growth on this staircase might really be the path that a Saint once walked, leaving it for future generations to comprehend and refer to.
On the 500th step, Jiang Ming could even see the fragments of the great cultivation floating in the surrounding air like broken mirrors, reflecting magnificent colors.
Jiang Ming's spirit base became even more agile and mysterious.
On the 634th step, Jiang Ming finally reached the top of the hill. It was still bare rock with withered weeds and shrubs. There was nothing special about it.
"Is this the end of the Saint Realm?" Jiang Ming muttered.
There was nothing special about this number. It did not have any special meaning. Perhaps it was just the height of this Saint's cultivation realm.
The surrounding light was faintly flowing, and the entire hill was gradually becoming blurry. Jiang Ming seemed to see a towering peak that was gradually overlapping with the hill.
"Hmm?"
Before the hill completely disappeared, Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed.
At the end of the steps, a line of shallow footprints appeared in front of him. They emitted a faint light. Even though the hill was almost blurry and had disappeared, the line of footprints still existed.
"Are these footsteps left behind by a Saint?"
Jiang Ming was shocked. However, he could not see anything. The entire hill had completely disappeared, and even the footprints had disappeared.
However, he was still on solid ground. He did not know when he had already walked to the top of a huge peak that seemed to have no end. Spiritual energy was dense in front of him, and precious medicinal herbs were everywhere. One could vaguely see figures fighting against each other.
Behind Jiang Ming, the clouds rolled and scattered. In the sea of smoke and clouds, there was no shadow of the hill.
