At the Wind Shadow Sword King's Third Trial, on the thousand-tier staircase.
Jiang Ping An climbed steadily upward as though strolling through a garden, leaving those behind him with the sight of his white hair drifting in the wind.
The dozens of extraordinarily gifted gods in this trial all stared at him without blinking.
Everyone knew that this white-haired man had an extremely high chance of passing this trial.
Yet they still wanted to see which step he would reach before temporarily stopping.
Seven hundred and fifty steps... eight hundred steps... eight hundred and fifty steps...
There were already few people ahead of Jiang Ping An, yet he continued forward with measured strides, showing no intention of stopping.
Everyone felt their scalps tingle, as though they were about to explode.
A level they might not reach even after three years, yet this man had climbed all the way up without pausing for even a single step!
What kind of heaven-defying comprehension was this?
Comprehension was something profoundly mysterious. It was related to one's physical talents, yet they were two entirely different things.
Jiang Ping An had displayed exceptional comprehension from a very early age. Back in the Barren Realm, he had already begun creating his own cultivation techniques.
Perhaps his painful experiences in his early years had made his nature steady, causing his way of thinking to differ from others.
Now, his divine soul had mutated, transforming entirely into the World Eye, allowing him to break through the limits of his realm and perceive higher-level Power Rules.
Though the Divine Runes beneath his feet were all extremely complex, they had not surpassed his realm. They were not difficult to grasp; with one glance, he could see through to their essence.
Thus, he did not need to stop and comprehend them