Chapter 154: Create a Miracle, Reach the Fiftieth Level, and Battle Six Selves!

After the ghost-faced girl finished speaking, she was instantly crushed by the Hand of Heaven into specks of scattered light.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a look of deep thought.

The ancient genius marks left inside the Heavenly Dao Tower must have been separated from the present by a long time.

Logically, that ghost-faced girl should also be a figure from the past—how could she possibly be my sister?

"I must have mistaken her," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

But then again, someone as handsome as me probably doesn't exist twice, right?

Just how handsome would this ghost-faced girl's brother have to be to be mistaken for Jun Xiaoyao?

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, unable to find any clear leads for now.

In truth, he didn't like being dragged into these mysterious karmic entanglements.

"Next is the final fiftieth level…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed with wonder.

Whether his Supreme Bone could transform and whether he could successfully sign in—everything hinges on this final level!

A beam of light enveloped Jun Xiaoyao's body and carried him to the final level.

Meanwhile, outside the Heavenly Dao Tower.

The atmosphere could no longer be described as silent—it was utterly voiceless.

The noise of heaven and earth seemed to have been drained away, leaving only absolute stillness.

Everyone stared dumbly at the Heavenly Dao Tower.

The character representing Jun Xiaoyao had just passed the forty-ninth level!

"Holy shit, the Jun Clan's divine heir passed the forty-ninth level!" a cultivator exclaimed in utter shock, cursing loudly.

"A miracle—I've witnessed a living miracle!"

"Forty-nine levels! It breaks the recent record—rumor says only a handful of top ancient geniuses could pass the forty-ninth level!"

The entire Sacred Spirit Academy erupted in chaos, the crowd roaring in disbelief.

Although many had already anticipated Jun Xiaoyao's performance would be astonishing,

this display still sent a violent shudder through many hearts.

The prodigies inside the Heavenly Dao Tower were still unaware of Jun Xiaoyao's status.

If they knew, they would surely be paralyzed with terror, trembling all over.

"Ah, the dean's decision was indeed correct," the Grand Elder fell utterly speechless.

Outside the Heavenly Dao Tower, the crowd was in a frenzy.

Inside the Heavenly Dao Tower, the other prodigies were still pressing forward through the trials.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao appeared in a vast, desolate desert.

"So this is the final level?"

Facing the scene before him, he felt no surprise whatsoever.

Yinyinjian, Jun Xiaoyao sensed a peculiar force.

He lowered his head slightly and saw, among the sand and gravel, a withered sapling.

"Reincarnation…" Jun Xiaoyao murmured softly.

Legend says the remains of the Reincarnation Holy Spirit lie within the fiftieth level.

Yet now, as he looked around, there was only endless wind and sand.

At that moment, a figure suddenly emerged from afar, clad in white robes, shrouded in divine radiance.

"Of course…"

Seeing that figure, Jun Xiaoyao sighed with a wry smile.

After all, he was a transmigrator—he was familiar with certain tropes.

The figure across from him was unmistakably identical to Jun Xiaoyao.

Appearance, aura, cultivation base, realm—all exactly the same.

"As expected—I knew this was about verifying oneself, fighting one's self," Jun Xiaoyao felt no surprise, even found it somewhat boring.

The strongest enemy is always oneself.

This trope has been used to death.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao thought this,

a second figure appeared once more.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked in surprise—was his assumption wrong?

Yet that second figure was still identical to Jun Xiaoyao, as if copied and pasted.

Then came a third figure, identical to Jun Xiaoyao.

Then a fourth.

A fifth.

Finally, six figures appeared altogether, surrounding Jun Xiaoyao.

Each one was identical to him, transcendent and radiating overwhelming might.

Even Jun Xiaoyao was momentarily stunned.

This…

Doesn't follow the script.

Where's the promised one-on-one battle with oneself?

How did it turn into six against one?

"Does the Reincarnation Holy Spirit really not want anyone to pass the fiftieth level?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips twitched slightly.

He finally understood why, throughout history, no one had ever passed the fiftieth level of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

Because this wasn't a battle against one self.

It was a battle against six selves!

Who could possibly endure this?

Even the greatest ancient geniuses, even ancient emperors, could never fight six versions of themselves at once.

And worse—every technique, ability, even their physical constitutions were identical.

BOOM!

The six copies of Jun Xiaoyao didn't give him time to prepare—they struck immediately.

Vast divine energy erupted; they too possessed the Primal Ancient Holy Body, even the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force.

Six golden divine elephants burst forth simultaneously, capable of shattering the entire cosmos.

Even Jun Xiaoyao, as strong as he was, felt a crushing sense of suffocation.

He retaliated, pushing his magic power to its absolute limit.

Golden blood qi surged upward, forming a golden divine elephant whose trunk lashed out, cracking the void.

A massive collision erupted—sky trembled, earth shook.

Yet perhaps because the fiftieth level was the eternal resting place of the Reincarnation Holy Spirit, the space remained unusually stable, not immediately collapsing.

This battle was astonishing, shaking the heavens as if they would shatter.

If those outside could witness it, they would be utterly awestruck.

This wasn't the fight of a cultivator at the Unification Realm.

It was the battle of seven divine kings!

Jun Xiaoyao immediately summoned the azure-gold Qing Tian Ancestral Dragon Armor onto his body.

Without defense, he could never withstand attacks from six versions of himself.

Yet simultaneously, the six copies also summoned the Qing Tian Ancestral Dragon Armor.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze darkened slightly—this might be the most severe battle he'd ever faced since entering the mortal world.

For most people, fighting even one version of themselves is extremely difficult, nearly impossible to win.

How much harder, then, to fight six?

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed every technique he possessed.

Yuan Emperor Dao Sword, Sword Art of the Murdered Immortals, Hell Furnace, Hand of Heaven, Holy Body Manifestations.

Yet the six copies also unleashed identical techniques.

Jun Xiaoyao endured them all with sheer brute strength.

Any other prodigy—Ji Qingyi, Jin Chixiaopeng, Ye Xingyun, even Jun Lingcang—could never have held out.

No one could defeat six identical versions of themselves!

But Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained cold and detached, like a supreme immortal king who had shattered all chains.

He never intended to limit his achievements to that lone white-robed figure standing with its back to the world.

How much less so these six fake copies?

"My Dao shall be invincible, overshadowing all beings throughout history!"

"These six mere copies—how dare they block my path to invincibility!"

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was lofty and icy, like a celestial immortal descending to earth, like a divine king standing at the gate of heaven—his fingers and palms moved, and heaven cracked, earth split!

Under this immense pressure, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly discovered that within his body, more and more giant elephant micro-particles were transforming into dragon-elephant micro-particles.

This was an ultimate breakthrough under pressure!

Soon, Jun Xiaoyao had transformed another twenty thousand giant elephant micro-particles into dragon-elephant micro-particles.

His physical strength surged again to 1. billion jin!

Combined, his total strength reached a staggering 3. billion jin!

With this punch, even stars beyond the heavens would shatter!

What surprised and delighted Jun Xiaoyao even more was:

The clones had not increased their physical strength.

That meant these clones could only replicate Jun Xiaoyao's state when he reached the fiftieth level.

They could not grow stronger alongside him.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao began to feel he had a chance to deal with these clones,

a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Ding. Sign-in location: Heaven's Dao Tower. Sign in?"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up—this was absolutely his chance to turn the tide!

"Sign in!"