Chapter 266: Breaking Through the Sixth Level

Wang Ping's gaze swept over the three fierce foreign experts ahead, and he already had a plan in mind.

"Roar!" The earth-spirit tribe's burly man roared again, like an ancient savage dragon shattering the earth, charging forward with the force of ten thousand jun, intending to crush Wang Ping with absolute strength.

However, Wang Ping merely glanced at him lightly, formed a hand seal with one hand, and unleashed the gravity technique.

Wang Ping now combined earth-traveling power with his divine sense in his gravity technique, drawing upon the local earth's elemental magnetism.

In an instant, with the earth-spirit burly man as the center, gravity within a radius of ten zhang suddenly increased dozens of times!

The burly man's forward momentum stalled abruptly, as if he suddenly bore a mountain; his thick legs sank deep into the blood-colored sand and gravel, each inch of movement becoming extremely difficult, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

The strength and speed he prided himself on were greatly restricted in this strange gravity field!

At that moment, the Overturning Heaven Seal smashed down!

Almost simultaneously, the netherworld tribe cultivator launched an attack, shaking the white bone banner in his hand, releasing a denser, filthier torrent of deathly qi, like a netherworld beast opening its maw to devour Wang Ping; wherever it passed, even space emitted a corroded wail.

Wang Ping seemed to have anticipated this; he pointed his fingers together like a sword, pointing far at the heavens, not employing a complex thunder seal, but simply pulling downward.

"Yin Wood Divine Thunder, fall."

"Crack!"

An azure-green bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips! Though only as thick as an arm, it carried awe-inspiring heavenly might, striking with incredible speed into the surging deathly qi torrent!

The utmost yang and utmost yin Wood Divine Thunder is the absolute bane of all yin and evil deathly qi in the world!

When the azure lightning met the deathly qi, there was no earth-shaking explosion, only a sound like boiling water poured on snow, a melting hiss.

That massive deathly qi, enough to give a Golden Core perfected cultivator a headache, could not even sustain a single breath before the azure-green lightning, vanishing and purifying at visible speed!

The netherworld tribe cultivator controlling the banner, as if struck heavily, let out a shrill wail; his pure white eyes filled with fear and disbelief, the deathly qi around him instantly dimmed, his form becoming somewhat illusory!

At the moment Wang Ping restrained the earth-spirit with gravity technique and countered the netherworld with Yin Wood Divine Thunder, the thousand-spirit tribe cultivator finally completed his spell.

His surrounding spiritual light runes had already linked into a dazzling star chart, a frigid force capable of freezing souls gathering, obviously an extremely powerful ice-system sealing or attack dao art!

However, Wang Ping's movement was faster! As he drew down the Yin Wood Divine Thunder, his left hand silently swept out, releasing an intangible, quality-less yet seemingly able to freeze all things in time and space, a chilling aura spreading.

"Taiyin Extinction Chill Tide."

No ice shards, no snow, only an absolute chill seemingly from the deepest depths of the Nine Underworlds, like mercury poured onto the ground, silently sweeping over the space where the thousand-spirit tribe cultivator stood.

The confident smile on the thousand-spirit tribe cultivator's handsome face froze instantly; his surrounding flying spiritual light runes seemed frozen, their brilliant light rapidly dimming and extinguishing.

The ice-system dao art he had painstakingly condensed had not yet been released when it was frozen and shattered at its root by a more essential, terrifying chill!

He remained in his casting posture, turning into a crystal-clear ice sculpture, his very thoughts seemingly frozen.

Gravity restraint, divine thunder dispelling evil, chill tide freezing!

Three exchanges, three utterly different divine abilities each cultivated to an extremely high level, precise, efficient, without any delay!

Wang Ping's expression remained calm, as if he had merely done a trivial little thing.

Fifth level, passed! So easy it's breath-taking!

……

Outside the Tower of Ascension, utter silence.

All the watching disciples widened their eyes, opened their mouths, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

"This… this is already over?"

"Three… three exchanges? I didn't missee, did I?"

"Gravity technique? Yin Wood Divine Thunder? And what is that chill? It actually directly froze the thousand-spirit tribe's dao art!"

"Too strong! This is hardly something a late Golden Core cultivator could possess!"

"His understanding and application of the Dao have reached a miraculous level! Each divine ability perfectly counters the opponent!"

"No wonder he could produce the scarlet blaze stone; this strength, perhaps even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be no more than this?!"

The earlier voices of doubt and criticism ceased abruptly, replaced by endless shock and awe.

Those who had set up the betting pool were even more exchanging glances, especially those who had bet that Wang Ping would need a hard fight or would be injured, their faces showing a variety of expressions.

Inside the tower, Wang Ping felt no pride, merely adjusted his breath slightly, then stepped into the shimmering entrance of the sixth level.

The environment of the sixth level resembled that of the fifth, still that blood-colored desert.

However, when the three figures condensed again, Wang Ping's expression finally turned solemn.

Still the netherworld, earth-spirit, and thousand-spirit tribes, but their aura had surged from the peak of mid Golden Core to late Golden Core!

Moreover, not an ordinary late Golden Core, but a genius-level late Golden Core of those powerful, dominant clans!

This means that any one of their strengths is absolutely not weaker than the top Golden Core disciples of the Ninth Dao Institute, and could even be stronger!

What's more terrifying is that their coordination, thanks to their overall strength increase, has become more tacit and more fearsome.

The netherworld tribe's deathly qi domain is denser, almost solidifying into a dark barrier.

The earth-spirit tribe's strength and defense have doubled, their every gesture stirring the earth's pulse.

The thousand-spirit tribe's dao art casting speed is faster, power greater, and its variations more complex and strange.

Joined together, their auras linked, actually giving Wang Ping a faint sense of pressure when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, even stronger than an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!

This time, there is no ease left in the battle.

"Boom!"

The earth-spirit burly man threw a punch, the fist wind condensing into a substantial yellow mountain, crushing the void!

The netherworld tribe's white bone banner shook, countless resentful spirits wailing as they merged into deathly qi, transforming into black arrows that tear the soul!

The thousand-spirit tribe cultivator's hands transformed, instantly laying three layers of dao art barriers—Blazing Flame Scorching Heaven, Weak Water Entangling the Body, Golden Lance Splitting the Void! Sealing off all of Wang Ping's retreat routes!

Wang Ping took a deep breath, knowing he could hold nothing back.

"Five-Color Divine Light, full release!"

Red, yellow, white, black, and cyan five divine lights shot up into the sky, no longer merely defense and resolution, but transformed into five violent torrents that tear heaven and earth!

The red divine light turned into sky-burning fire, clashing with the thousand-spirit tribe's blazing flames. The white divine light condensed into countless golden metal sword qi, entwining and slaughtering with the golden lance storm.

Black Divine Light draws forth Greater Yin True Water, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way flowing backwards, striking the Weak Water Barrier; Yellow Divine Light and Azure Divine Light respectively firmly resist the Earth Spirit Tribe's Mountain Seal Fist force and the Evil Nether Tribe's black arrows.

At the same time, he unleashed all his techniques!

Yin Wood Divine Thunder was like an Azure Flood Dragon, rampaging unchecked in the Domain of Deathly Qi, continually purifying and dissolving the Evil Nether's power!

Solar True Fire surged from within his body, forming a small Golden Yang that hovered above his head, showering endless light and heat, restraining all yin evil and scorching the Thousand Spirit Tribe's Daoist talismans!

He formed seals with both hands, and a massive, ancient‑seeming seal imprint, appearing to bear the weight of heaven and earth, manifested in the void—Overturn Heaven Seal!

Carrying the will to suppress the Eight Wastelands and Six Directions, he came crashing down upon the Earth Spirit Tribe!

The White Tiger's Killing Metal Qi merged into the White Divine Light, making the Yang Metal Sword Qi unsurpassably sharp, carrying the intent to slash and kill all!

Greater Yin True Water turned into a heaven‑overflowing cold tide, unlike the previous extinction cold tide; this time it added a mighty momentum, freezing all things in its path, even space seeming to solidify!

The entire Sixth Layer space was filled with various violent energies: Five-Colored Radiance, Azure Thunder, Golden Flames, Black Cold Tide, Heavy Earth Yellow, Sharp White Gold…… wildly colliding, annihilating, exploding! The scene was like the apocalypse descending!

Wang Ping pushed the great divine abilities he had learned to the extreme, his inner spiritual power pouring forth like a released flood. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his tiger's mouth split, his clothes were torn in several places, clearly bearing immense pressure.

The three late Golden Core foreign tribe experts were no better off: the Earth Spirit Tribe's strongman had his arms cracked by the Overturn Heaven Seal; the Evil Nether Tribe's figures flickered uncertainly amidst the intertwining of Yin Wood Divine Thunder and Solar True Fire; and the Thousand Spirit Tribe cultivators' Daoist techniques were layer by layer dismantled by Greater Yin True Water and the violent Five-Colored Divine Light.

This was a brutal war of attrition—see who would give out first!

"Break!"

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness; ignoring the swelling pain from his meridians, he madly poured the last of his spiritual power into the Five-Colored Divine Light. The Five-Colored Radiance suddenly merged into one; at that moment, the entire space blurred, and nothing outside could be seen.

And inside, three figures actually showed a human‑like surprise!

All their attacks dissolved within the Five-Colored Divine Light,

The three late Golden Core foreign tribe experts, now bereft of attack methods, were seized by Wang Ping's opportunity and finished off with his Azure Mist Sword Technique.

Sixth Layer—passed!

Wang Ping dropped to one knee, gasping heavily, his face pale, his aura chaotic, clearly having expended greatly and suffered serious internal injury.

But his eyes sparkled with excitement and bright light. This battle, though arduous, allowed him to fully integrate and comprehend all he had learned, gaining immense benefit.

……

At the summit of the Cloud Sea, inside the stone pavilion.

Jiang Mingyuan, who had been sending out a thread of divine sense to monitor the situation inside the pagoda, slowly opened his eyes; on his usually calm face, for the first time a clear surprise appeared.

"Five Elements Daoist techniques cultivated together can actually reach this point…… Yin Wood Divine Thunder, Solar True Fire, Greater Yin True Water…… plus that seal method containing a hint of suppressing true intent, and the Yang Metal Killing Intent…… this kid, his opportunities are deep and his perceptiveness excellent—far exceeding my expectations."

He clearly "saw" Wang Ping's fierce and splendid battle in the Sixth Layer. With late Golden Core cultivation, he withstood the combined assault of three foreign tribe geniuses comparable to top‑tier Golden Core cultivators of the Dao Academy, and could still fight and win; this combat power has already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul.

"Looks like, the provisions prepared for him need to be made ahead of time."

Jiang Mingyuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile as his gaze once again fell on the blood‑soul pearl in his palm, already refined more than half and faded in color: "Perhaps it can be refined even better……"