Chapter 685

"I hope he can be a little tougher when the time comes, otherwise, I'm afraid this hard-won true disciple will be ruined."

"Quite right. This old man also hopes he can quickly recognize reality and accept it, otherwise, this... sigh......."

"We can only blame these people for their bad luck, happening to encounter the birth of a freakish monster like Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster. The Founding Patriarch once said that Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster's sword dao talent is rare in this world, and in the future he will surely reach the Sword Saint realm, dominate the Imperial Court, and achieve an invincible reputation!"

"We only need to let Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster grow up, and for our Heavenly Sword Sect to dominate the Imperial Court, it would be effortless!"

"Sigh, Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster's talent is absolutely top-notch. Let alone these true disciples, even back in our day, if we had encountered such a freak, I'm afraid we too would have been greatly struck, filled with despair, and suffered damage to our dao heart......."

"Indeed, before such an extraordinarily brilliant monster of a figure, as long as one is in the same realm, who would dare claim to be invincible? Dare to claim undefeated?"

The Elders all wore expressions of lamentation, deeply moved.

And at this moment, under their gaze.

Although Nie Wushuang's speed had slowed considerably.

Compared to those traveling alongside him, he was frighteningly fast!

In less than a hundred breaths of time, he had gone from the original seventieth step all the way to the ninetieth step!

Facing this scene, even though many present felt that the other party might perhaps be able to advance to true disciple.

When they saw Nie Wushuang truly step onto the ninetieth step, they still could not help but feel amazed, finding it somewhat inconceivable.

One must know that the last person to reach the ninetieth step was still the personal disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Ning Zhengqi.

Beyond their surprise, everyone instantly realized that a new star of the sword dao was about to slowly rise within the Heavenly Sword Sect!

It was just unknown which Sword King Elder would take a fancy to the other party and accept them as a disciple, thereby advancing to true disciple.

Thinking of this, everyone felt immensely envious.

To be able to be accepted as a disciple by a Sword King-level expert who had reached the Primordial Spirit realm—such an opportunity and fortune was truly like ascending to the heavens in a single step.

However, what no one had expected was.

For ordinary people, the ninetieth step was the endpoint.

But for Nie Wushuang, it was the starting point.

He began to use all his strength, steadied his mind, and desperately charged upward.

Under the gaze of the onlookers who stood dumb as wooden chickens.

Nie Wushuang's figure continuously climbed upward.

One hundred steps..... one hundred and five steps..... one hundred and ten steps..... one hundred and twenty steps....

The time of one incense stick passed.

Nie Wushuang, under the watchful eyes of all, boldly arrived at the one hundred and twentieth step!

Seeing this scene, everyone present stopped their movements.

Their expressions grew solemn, staring fixedly and unblinkingly at Nie Wushuang.

He only needed to step up three more steps to break the record set by Ning Zhengqi, replace the other party, and become the ninth person since the founding of the sect to appear on the Stair-Stepping Stone Stele!

And at this moment, the three Heavenly Sword Sect Elders located at the end of the staircase also felt greatly astonished at Nie Wushuang's performance!

"Truly did not expect it. Judging by the situation, this person actually has the potential to break Martial Nephew Zhengqi's record."

"Originally I thought this person could reach at most the ninetieth step, but I did not expect that we actually underestimated him......"

"If this person had only a level of less than a hundred steps, this old man could still compete a bit and have him enter my tutelage. Unfortunately, this person's stair-climbing count is too high and will surely resound throughout the sect. Such a great talent, I'm afraid, will not fall into my hands. Truly a pity......"

"I'm afraid news of this place has already spread. Perhaps before long, my lord the Sect Master will catch wind of it and rush over to personally accept him as a disciple?"

Amid the discussion of the three Heavenly Sword Sect Elders.

Nie Wushuang, who had stepped onto the one hundred and twenty-first step, had long since lost his composure, his face turning pale, his whole body drenched in sweat that soaked through his robes.

His body could not stop trembling.

Even lifting his foot had become extremely difficult!

At this moment, the spiritual pressure笼罩 over him had increased by who knows how many times.

That kind of terrifying oppressive feeling, powerful enough to suffocate, made it hard for him to move even an inch!

By now, he already knew that his limit was almost reached.

But thinking that he had already arrived at the one hundred and twenty-first step.

Only the final two steps away from breaking the record and becoming the highest stair-climber in a thousand years, how could he be willing to give up halfway?

In an instant, many scenes surfaced in his mind.

There was his Master's hundred kinds of admonitions before parting.

There was his secret oath to take revenge on the Gongsun Family and seek justice for his own Master.

And there was that monstrous young girl who had defeated him and given him his first taste of failure in life.

The next moment, all the scenes merged together, all transforming into motivation, driving him forward!

Nie Wushuang clenched his fists, let out a furious roar toward the sky, and suddenly stepped forward, crossing two steps in one go!

One hundred and twenty-third step!!!

In the instant of reaching this step.

Nie Wushuang widened his eyes, falling into immense excitement!

"I..... did it? Broke Ning Zhengqi's record, became the first person in a thousand years?"

Nie Wushuang really wanted to laugh out loud, but his body was too weak.

The crossing of two steps just now had already severely overdrawn his body.

If he had not yet reached his goal, he could still barely rely on willpower to push through.

But now, after completing the goal, it was like deflating, and a great sense of exhaustion suddenly surged through his whole body.

Nie Wushuang's vision went black, he suddenly lost control of his body, and abruptly fell to the ground, beginning to roll down the steps below.

However, he had only just fallen down one level of steps when he was caught by a Heavenly Sword Sect Elder who suddenly appeared.

Because these Elders carried formation talismans that granted immunity to formations, they could pass through unimpeded, unafraid of the great formation's suppression.

Not long after.

As Nie Wushuang gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was no longer those heart-palpitating formation steps.

Instead, it was a grand and imposing, massive Shanmen.

Directly above hung a plaque, inscribed with three vigorous, soaring characters.

Heavenly Sword Sect!

Seeing this, Nie Wushuang instantly realized that he had reached the end of the staircase and arrived before the Shanmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

He hurriedly looked around, only to discover three Elders carrying long swords on their backs standing beside him, stroking their beards and smiling as they looked at him.

Nie Wushuang was startled and immediately guessed the identities of the three.

He had just tried to rise and bow.

But one of the Heavenly Sword Sect Elders shook his head, extended a finger, pointed to one side, and said softly:

"Go leave your name. Even if one day you vanish into the long river of history, even if no one remembers you anymore, this stone monument will let those who come after know your name......"