Chapter 642: Blood Sprinkled on the Heavenly Ladder

Zhou Yan raised his hand and gave a light wave.

A staircase towering into the clouds appeared before everyone.

This staircase was extremely wide, enough to accommodate everyone present to begin climbing at the same time.

"This Heavenly Ladder is a Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure. The higher you go, the greater the pressure becomes, and you may even encounter various illusions. Those who reach the top of the Heavenly Ladder may enter the next round. The time limit is three days; those who fail to reach the top after three days will be eliminated."

Zhou Yan stated the rules calmly, then waved his hand.

"The first round, begin."

As soon as his voice fell, many people could not hold back and rushed toward the Heavenly Ladder, wanting to be the first to reach the top.

At first, these people were indeed unstoppable, but after climbing several dozen meters, their speed slowed down, each of them looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, covered in sweat.

Some even exhausted all their strength and could not climb another step; if they forced themselves to climb, they would even be suppressed until they coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

Only then did the crowd vaguely realize how difficult this round was.

"A Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure; this Immortal Cloud Sect is truly a good place~"

Ye Lin looked at the Heavenly Ladder before him, his eyes shining.

He currently only possessed a damaged Spirit Tool, the Azure Light Shuttle, and had barely even seen Spirit Weapons or Spirit Treasures, let alone a Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure.

Being able to take out a Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure as an examination question meant that there must certainly be excellent things within the Immortal Cloud Sect.

Just as Ye Lin was preparing to set off to experience the Heavenly Ladder, exclamations rang out from beside him.

"It's Xiao Qingming! He has stepped onto the Heavenly Ladder!"

Ye Lin looked up and saw a man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a handsome face, and a slender build stepping onto the Heavenly Ladder.

The terrifying pressure on the Heavenly Ladder seemed like nothing to him; his pace was steady and firm, and in no time at all, he had surpassed everyone who had started first, becoming the undisputed first place.

"This Xiao Qingming possesses a Heaven-grade mid-tier single spirit root and is also a Primordial King Body. He is one of the most talented individuals in our batch. This entrance examination probably holds no difficulty for him at all."

Someone in the crowd let out a sigh; participating in an entrance examination alongside such a monster was undoubtedly a heavy blow to one's self-confidence.

"Gu Qianxue and Ye Chen have also stepped onto the Heavenly Ladder. The only ones who can be mentioned in the same breath as Xiao Qingming are undoubtedly those two!"

A woman in red stepped onto the Heavenly Ladder with an elegant posture; she was like a blooming flower, beautiful but not seductive, possessing a graceful and generous charm.

At the same time, a man in black clothes and black pants with a somewhat gloomy face also stepped onto the Heavenly Ladder.

These two quickly caught up to Xiao Qingming in front, walking at the very front like three lead sheep.

The distance between the others and the three of them was just as unreachable as the gap in their respective talents.

"No wonder Feng Yan and Liu Ruyan and the others were thrown away to mine..."

Ye Lin was filled with emotion; the three people at the very front, Xiao Qingming and the others, setting aside everything else and speaking only of talent, were definitely above Feng Yan and Liu Ruyan.

The Longevity Continent was already filled with monsters; unless an ascender's talent was sufficiently heaven-defying, they would never gain the favor of a major sect, and naturally, they would have no opportunity to reshape their bodies.

Ye Lin no longer hesitated and walked toward the Heavenly Ladder.

Upon taking the first step onto the Heavenly Ladder, Ye Lin felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on him, and the bones and joints all over his body were creaking.

Only this level of pressure naturally could not stop Ye Lin, and he continued to take steps toward the mountain.

With every step he took, the bones in his body emitted a series of cracking sounds, but Ye Lin's pace did not slow down in the slightest; like the Beer Immortal, he left one footprint after another as he walked toward the top of the Heavenly Ladder.

Soon, Ye Lin had surpassed half the people, and he quickly attracted the attention of other cultivators participating in the entrance examination.

"No way, brother, Great Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Realm? How did you sneak in?"

"What the hell? Why is a Great Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Realm climbing faster than me, a Earth Fiend Realm cultivator?"

"Wait! Why is this guy starting to spray blood? He isn't going to die here, is he?"

Nearby cultivators all looked toward Ye Lin with expressions of horror.

Because he was climbing too fast and his body had not yet adapted to the pressure of the Heavenly Ladder, the pores all over Ye Lin's body were being crushed until blood began to spurt out.

Streaks of blood sprayed wildly outward, scaring everyone nearby.

The reason they were climbing so slowly was precisely to let their bodies slowly adapt to the pressure of the Heavenly Ladder and avoid injury.

This kid, on the other hand, really didn't value his own life!

Ye Lin, bleeding from his seven orifices, looked like a fierce ghost, leaving a bloody footprint with every step, and revealed a smile to the crowd.

"Many thanks for your concern, fellow Daoists, I'm fine."

It would have been better if he hadn't smiled; this smile made him look even more terrifying, and many people's heartbeats skipped a beat.

"Damn it, brother, stop smiling, just stop and let your body adapt first!"

Ye Lin did not speak, only climbing blindly.

He was only at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Realm; if he let his body slowly adapt to the pressure of the Heavenly Ladder, three days would not be enough time at all.

Since that was the case, it was better to just make one final push and charge straight up.

At this time, the elder Zhou Yan also noticed Ye Lin. His attention had originally been on Xiao Qingming and the other two, but seeing Ye Lin now gave him quite a shock.

He saw Ye Lin bathed in blood, the whole person looking as if he had just been fished out of a blood pool, dripping with blood, yet still climbing upward incessantly.

"What on earth is this kid made of?"

The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly; it was one thing that his bone age was only three months, but why was his method of clearing the level so unique?

At this rate of blood loss, a normal person would have rolled their eyes back and fainted long ago, right?

Yet Ye Lin was full of vigor, constantly charging upward, and even muttering something to himself.

"Joining the Immortal Cloud Sect is my lifelong dream."

"Don't underestimate the bond between me and the Immortal Cloud Sect!"

"I, too, have a reason that I must move forward!"

What was more critical was that Ye Lin's speed was getting faster and faster, and he actually had a faint trend of catching up to Xiao Qingming and the other two in front.

"This won't do, I must notify the Peak Masters!" Zhou Yan hurriedly began to transmit his voice.

The Immortal Cloud Sect was mainly composed of nine immortal mountains: Heart Peak, Soul Peak, Artifact Peak, Spirit Peak, Force Peak, Rage Peak, Martial Peak, Momentum Peak, and Pill Peak.

The nine Peak Masters were the people with the highest strength and status in the Immortal Cloud Sect, second only to the Sect Master and a few Supreme Elders.

In daily life, all matters of the Immortal Cloud Sect were handled by the nine Peak Masters and the elders within their respective peaks.

Zhou Yan was an elder within Heart Peak.

After organizing his words, Zhou Yan reported the situation here truthfully.

"Heart Peak Elder Zhou Yan, reporting to the nine Peak Masters: there has been a situation in this batch's disciple entrance examination that requires the nine Peak Masters to decide. There is a disciple with a bone age of only three months whose spirit root and constitution cannot be measured, and this person is currently spraying blood across the Heavenly Ladder."