Level 279 was a class of its own in the eyes of cultivators.
Many called this level the "Transcendent Wall," the "Eternal Chasm," or the "Despair Depths."
For far, far too long, no cultivator had broken through this level. Countless cultivators continued to grow stronger after reaching Level 279, but their level never rose again.
A thousand years, ten thousand years, one Cosmic Destruction Era, countless Cosmic Destruction Eras.
From soaring ambition, they gradually descended into despair, numbness, even madness. Countless cultivators had proven time and again that Level 279 was the Transcendent Wall. Once they reached it, there was no road ahead.
Now that he had reached this realm, Nameless could feel the surging power within him. At the same time, countless concept-level powers formed a massive vortex inside his body. Every power possessed its own unique color. He did not need to think or sense it; he simply knew what each color represented.
"Ultimate black..."
Nameless suddenly understood the path Dark King had taken.
He possessed every color, while Dark King possessed only black. He embraced the strengths of all schools and had no weaknesses, while Dark King used a single force to break through ten thousand techniques, domineering and unstoppable.
There truly was not a single impurity.
Nameless smiled faintly and returned to Golden Square.
The instant Nameless appeared, the surrounding trial-takers were struck as if by lightning, all frozen stiff on the spot. Several seconds later, they finally came to their senses and quickly moved away from him.
Nameless had just broken through, and his aura had yet to stabilize completely. Even the slightest leak of Level 279 power was enough to make the trial-takers present wary and terrified, even filling them with boundless despair.
This was suppression at the level of life itself. Like a