Ding Ling left his name on the thousandth pass. Then sheets of water mist floated past his eyes. Amid rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning streaking past his ears, the void trembled and light appeared before him. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Ding Ling found himself standing on solid ground. Looking back, he saw that the stone stele still stood there!
It was different from what he had seen before.
The stone stele was one meter wide and ten meters tall.
Ding Ling's name was left at the very bottom of the stele.
As for whether there were names above it—
Ding Ling could not make them out. Even after asking Ding Shuixiang and the others, not one of them could see clearly. It was obvious that the stele concealed an earth-shaking secret, one that none of Ding Ling's group could see through.
"As expected of the eighth pass."
Nezha clicked his tongue in wonder.
"It's far too mysterious. It's beyond imagination!"
How strong was Ding Ling?
Nezha could not imagine it at all. Yet even someone as omnipotent and heaven-defying as Ding Ling could only leave his name at the very bottom of the stele.
He clearly remembered that Ding Ling had passed through nine hundred and ninety-nine checkpoints and carved his name on the thousandth. Yet now, it seemed he was only worthy of leaving his name at the very bottom of the stele?
Didn't that mean that even stronger and more heaven-defying people had left their names higher up on the stele?!
Nezha could not imagine it. He wore a vacant expression, feeling as if he were living beneath the earth! He had originally been a proud and confident person, but his experiences these past days had dealt him a tremendous