Chapter 245: Ninth Stage, the Limit in Ordinary State

210,000 points!

Wang Ping, after entering a hundred meters into the Eighth Stage, suddenly spoke softly.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of his points at this juncture.

Perhaps the pressure isn't enough, so I have the leisure to think about these things!

Gazing ahead at the dark sea, Wang Ping felt a surge of heroism; he wanted to see where his limits lay.

So far he hasn't used the power of the Will Constellation, but Wang Ping had a premonition that perhaps not long from now he would have to use the Will Constellation's power!

The outside world!

After Wang Ping broke the Eighth Stage's limit record, the guard's expression changed; he never imagined that a record maintained for millions of years would be shattered by such an ordinary disciple.

This caught him off guard; after reacting, he secretly sealed Wang Ping's challenge information with a hand sign and simultaneously notified the Vice Dean.

In the dark, Old Liu had a feeling that Wang Ping's challenge record in the Sea of Will might pierce the heavens; he decided to send a full notification at once.

The sixth layer of the Dao Institute Divine Mountain is a place where Void Refinement experts go into seclusion to cultivate.

Vice Dean Zhou Wu had been in seclusion for a thousand years; today a blue message startled him out of it.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on a jade pendant beside him that was flashing with a blinding blue light.

A blue message?

How many years has it been since I last received such a message?

Let's see what kind of message this is!

Zhou Wu thought so, flicked a finger, releasing a strand of spiritual power that unlocked the jade pendant, causing a message to float in the air.

【Dean, a disciple has broken the First Dao Institute's three-million-year record in the Sea of Will challenge!】

Seeing this message, Zhou Wu's eyes widened; he flicked his sleeve, and an image appeared in the air.

The image showed exactly Wang Ping's challenge in the Sea of Will.

As Vice Dean, he can mobilize ninety percent of the Dao Institute's power.

"On his first attempt he reached the Eighth Stage; clearly the Eighth Stage is not his limit!"

Zhou Wu's vision is formidable; with just a glance he saw that Wang Ping still had reserves in the Eighth Stage.

This sparked a bit of interest in him toward that disciple, and he directly said: "Send me a copy of that disciple's information!"

As his words fell, a silver glow spread across the surrounding stone walls, and a stone-bound book slowly floated to Zhou Wu's front.

Looking at the information in the book, Zhou Wu grew more and more astonished!

The lost One Realm has been recovered, and humanity now possesses a flawless immortal artifact.

Coming from the Lower Realm, upon entering the Spirit Realm it once resonated with the Spirit Realm; a first-grade spiritual root, it frenziedly accumulated over two thousand points in arena battles.

The Fifth Stage of the Through-Heaven Pagoda—this is the latest news!

Seeing this, Zhou Wu directly extended his divine sense downward to envelop it.

After sending a message to the Dean, Old Liu had been waiting for the order to be relayed; not long after, he received a voice transmission from the Vice Dean:

Instructors of the rank of Grand Instructor and above can watch Wang Ping's challenge footage!

Old Liu's heart tightened; he immediately replied respectfully in his mind.

At the same time, in the side cave dwelling beside the Sea of Will, second- and third-level instructors suddenly realized they could no longer see Wang Ping's challenge footage.

After sneaking a glance at those Grand Instructors and seeing them still staring upward, all the second- and third-level instructors understood they had been blocked.

From now on, in the subsequent challenge process, we won't be able to see it; all the second- and third-level instructors silently departed.

Lie Yang saw this; his original feeling of unease eased somewhat, and he felt he truly wasn't qualified to teach such a disciple.

Meng Zhengyang gazed at the blurred image on the upper mirror, a deep emotion welling up; he never expected that just a few months ago, that white-robed disciple with only a high-grade spiritual root would possess such will.

With his performance passing the Sea of Will, spiritual roots are no longer a constraint for Wang Ping; he still recalls his assessment when he first became a white-robed disciple—aside from comprehension and Dao intent, everything else was fine.

Especially his combat power and will; perhaps during the assessment, Wang Ping's astonishing will had already shown itself!

Even without considering humanity, just by slightly tilting the Dao Institute's energy and resources, a low-grade spiritual root cultivator could be molded into a genius.

After leaving the cave dwelling, Meng Zhengyang silently offered a blessing: "I hope you can soar to the heavens!"

After all the second- and third-level instructors left, the cave dwelling suddenly saw two clusters of five-colored light descend; the eight Grand Instructors immediately bowed in salute.

"Greetings, Holy Master!"

Dongfang Tu, smiling, greeted one of them saying:

"Grandson pays respects to the Old Ancestor!"

This action made the other seven Grand Instructors feel contempt, thinking silently: "Shameless."

"You don't even know how many generations you are removed from Elder Dongfang, yet you call yourself his grandson—truly shameless!"

Dongfang Tu didn't mind; Dongfang Ba smirked, nodded, then turned his gaze to Wang Ping in the image.

At that moment, Wang Ping had reached the depths of the Eighth Stage.

Everyone knew the Eighth Stage could no longer stop Wang Ping; his next goal was the Ninth Stage.

Dongfang Ba, watching and nodding, said: "Mm-hmm, good—indeed worthy of being my acknowledged disciple!"

The Holy Master beside him stared oddly at Dongfang Ba and asked:

"When did you take someone as your disciple?"

Dongfang Ba replied: "You forgot! Back then I swore an oath: whoever broke that record, I would take as my disciple!"

Zhong Gao yuan was somewhat speechless, but then seemed to think of something and chuckled:

"Dongfang, even if you wanted to take someone as your disciple this time, it wouldn't necessarily succeed!"

Dongfang Ba glanced at his old friend and snorted: "How come you still want to steal my disciple?"

Zhong Gao yuan shook his head and said:

"I've indeed considered it, but looking at Wang Ping's performance, it's obvious the Eighth Stage isn't his end; likely the Ninth Stage won't stop him either. Imagine if he reached the Tenth Stage, alarming the Dean—would the Dean not be moved?"

After he finished speaking, seeing Dongfang Ba's somewhat dazed face, Zhong Gao yuan felt a bit pleased, letting you, this old rascal, show off—no matter how rascal you are, can you out‑rascal the Dean?

Next, he turned his gaze to the screen, and at the same time he guessed, thinking: 'Surely by now the Vice Dean must have started paying attention as well!'

I don't know if the Vice Dean has this idea, but if he does, then it'll be quite entertaining!

As Zhong Gao yuan had expected, the Eighth Gate couldn't stop Wang Ping, and by now he had already reached the Ninth Gate.

In the Sea of Will, upon reaching the Ninth Gate, Wang Ping finally felt an unparalleled pressure.

He finally dared not lose focus, and began to concentrate his spirit fully to break through the gate.

The terror of the Ninth Gate differed from all previous gates: not only did it have strong resistance and the attacks of the black shadows, but it also possessed a bewildering power that made people sink into oblivion.

For every meter he advanced, Wang Ping felt a pulling force trying to drag him into a phantom world to sink in.

This pulling force grew from weak to strong; by the time Wang Ping entered the middle of the Ninth Gate, he was already struggling to hold on, and even so he almost sank into it.

"It seems that without using the Will Stars, my limit is right here!"

Outside, the Grand Mentor and the Holy Master who were watching the battle saw Wang Ping's speed slow down, and they both guessed that this disciple had already reached his limit.

"It looks like Wang Ping's record ends here! Truly unbelievable—a disciple at early Golden Core, his willpower actually rivals mid Nascent Soul!"

Dongfang Ba rarely gave a compliment.