But when Chu Jiang looked again at Heavenly Phoenix Girl, Xie Hongchen, and the others, that omen of great calamity vanished once more.
The blood-red glow above the other geniuses' heads also faded back to pale red, changing from a death tribulation into an omen of minor danger.
Damn it.
Why did it feel like they were flickering in and out before the gates of the underworld?
"My lord, is something wrong?" Fu Yunxuan asked. Seeing Chu Jiang's gaze repeatedly sweep over them, she knew her lord well enough to be certain that he had discovered something.
"We'll talk after we go up." Chu Jiang gave a slight nod.
The group nodded.
When Chu Jiang stepped onto the nine hundred and ninetieth step, only the final ten steps remained ahead. Once they climbed them, they could reach the summit and enter the second level, completely shrouded in clouds and mist.
Zhan Tianxing, Jin Shengtian, Yi Deng, Zhuge Dali, and the others stepped onto the nine hundred and ninetieth step one after another.
At that moment, the pressure and the intensity of the illusions reached a horrifying level.
Space seemed frozen. Demons howled by their ears, while before their eyes, the most terrifying scenes played out in turns—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the betrayal of friends and family, the collapse of the Great Dao. A chill that pierced straight into the soul continuously eroded their Dao hearts and interrogated their very origins.
Jin Shengtian roared. He drove his golden battle halberd into the ground to steady himself, his golden hair whipping wildly as he forcefully stepped forward.
Zhan Tianxing's battle intent burned like fire as he steadily stepped onto the final stair.
Yi Deng wore a solemn expression. Buddhist chants from his mouth turned into tangible scriptures that circled