Fang Yun swept his gaze over the ancestors' avatars in surprise and said, "You didn't know? This is the Galaxy Stairway. Every time you complete a section, you can cultivate in peace for three months. No one can open the next stage during those three months."
"You..."
The Saint Ancestor avatars were so furious that their heads seethed with wicked fire.
"Fang Yun, think this through! This is clearly a sacred land meant for Saint Ancestors!" The voice of the Nine-Eyed Saint Ancestor's avatar rang out across the entire area.
The blazing Galaxy Stairway suddenly fell utterly silent.
In fact, they had suspected from the outset that this was no ordinary sacred land. The instant it opened, it had killed so many Saint Ancestor avatars. It had to be a sacred land that only Saint Ancestors could enter.
"Of course. Why else would I bring you in?" Fang Yun said candidly.
"Do you really mean to take us down with you?"
"Better than letting you kill me," Fang Yun said.
"We never should have provoked you." Regret appeared on the face of the Nine-Eyed Saint Ancestor's avatar. He cared little for treasures, but he desperately wanted to deliver the legacies his avatar had obtained to his true body.
"How many levels of the Galaxy Stairway do you think you can withstand?" the First Giant God Ancestor's avatar asked.
"Three or four," Fang Yun answered honestly.
The ancestors' avatars could sense the sincerity in his words, which only made them want to curse him all the more. There were nine steps here, yet Fang Yun could only reach the third or fourth level. He had dared drag them all inside despite having no hope of reaching the top. Clearly, he had smashed his boats and broken his cooking pots-if he died,