After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The white jade staircase gleamed.

It emerges from the sea of ​​clouds, lies dormant here, and points straight to the heavens.

The seven disciples with purple ribbons put away the dull and lifeless magical artifacts.

They clutched their churning chests and bowed respectfully toward the main hall atop the mountain.

When they retreated to the edge of the square, the way these people looked at Zhou Ran completely changed.

Arrogance has vanished.

Awe and fear are deeply ingrained in their eyes.

Even in places of Taoist cultivation, the one with the strongest fist still calls the shots.

Zhou Ran didn't bother to even glance at this group of defeated opponents.

He reached behind him again.

Tighten the cloth strips and straps.

The flagpole of the Gathering Yin Banner and the flowerpot filled with white Xuan were stuck tightly to his back.

In good condition.

"That old bastard, on the surface he told me to walk up myself, but actually he wanted to use the formation to probe my strength."

Zhou Ran chuckled.

These steps leading to the main hall are more than just a path.

He turned his head away.

Wang Pangzi and Miao Yingying were still huddled behind the white jade pillar.

"The steps are imbued with a Taoist aura."

Zhou Ran spoke in a flat tone.

"Your cultivation is too shallow; if you force your way up the steps, you will be crushed into idiots."

"Wait for me to go up, then I'll come down to get you."

Fatty Wang shook his head vigorously.

"Don't worry, Ran-ge!"

"I'm sticking to this spot, Fatty, and I won't budge an inch!"

The fat man raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He was secretly overjoyed.

Ran Ge's leg is thicker than the load-bearing wall of an air-raid shelter.

Why bother practicing the Golden Body Technique? Just follow Brother Ran and enjoy the good life.

Zhou Ran looked away.

Turn around and face the staircase to heaven.

The white jade steps have a total of 499 layers.

Longhushan has been a school of thought for a thousand years.

Countless Taoist masters and patriarchs practice their morning prayers here every day.

A thousand years have passed.

Each stone step is imbued with the authentic and vast Taoist spirit.

Once evil spirits and heretics set foot on this staircase, it becomes a natural purgatory and demon-suppressing tower.

Those with a weaker foundation will be instantly purified into ashes by the aura.

Zhou Ran raised his right foot and stepped on the first stone step.

hum-

The sole of the boot barely touched the jade surface.

The vast sound of Taoist chanting exploded in Zhou Ran's ears.

This sound wave strikes directly into the depths of one's soul.

It exudes extreme majesty and penetrating power.

At the same time.

The oppressive power of the golden light spell, solidified into a tangible form, poured down from the end of the stone steps.

It hit Zhou Ran head-on.

This force was extremely repulsive to the Yin-Yang demonic energy within his body.

Countless invisible steel brushes pierced through Zhou Ran's pores and into his flesh.

They want to forcibly strip him of his foundation in the demonic path!

Wash away his demonic bloodlust!

"A trivial skill."

Zhou Ran scoffed coldly.

He had no intention of using demonic energy to confront them head-on.

The sacred site of Taoism is filled with abundant Yang energy.

Arousing demonic energy will only invite a more devastating backlash from the formation.

The Yin-Yang Formula completely reverses the flow of Qi in the meridians.

The volatile purple-gold demonic energy was forcibly compressed.

It was sealed tightly into the deepest corner of the Qi Sea and Dantian.

next second.

The physical constraints of the Primordial Overlord Body have been completely lifted.

The fierce blood and energy of the ancient, boundless Qilin burst forth from its body.

Zhou Ran's entire body vibrated with a tremor.

Muscle fibers bulge and swell.

Veins bulged and clung tightly to the surface of the bones.

He is here today.

He insisted on relying on the inherent strength of this physical body.

They forcefully crushed the might of this thousand-year-old Taoist sect.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Zhou Ran's steps were surprisingly steady.

Every step you take feels like a thousand pounds of force crashing onto the white jade slab.

The dull popping sounds continued one after another.

The powerful physical kinetic energy rippled outwards.

The shock caused the sea of ​​clouds on both sides of the stone steps to surge wildly.

Fifty floors.

One hundred floors.

Two hundred floors.

The higher you go, the more the oppressive force of the Golden Light Mantra increases exponentially.

The oppressive force, invisible to the naked eye, was completely distorted into a tangible golden stream of energy.

A golden river, hanging upside down, splashes towards you.

It relentlessly washed over every inch of Zhou Ran's skin and flesh.

Ultimately, due to his limited cultivation, Li Chengfeng's inheritance was only at the first level of perfection.

Zhou Ran's breathing gradually became heavy.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

But he stood ramrod straight, and his pace of climbing the steps did not slow down at all; on the contrary, he walked faster and faster.

It grows stronger when faced with strength, and even gods and demons tremble before it.

The ultimate domineering nature is fully displayed on this long staircase.

Just as he was about to make a final push to reach the 200th floor.

The Yin-gathering banner on his back was directly hit by the golden light, causing the banner to shake violently and make a tearing sound as it could not bear the weight.

The soil in the flowerpot was also scorched by the pure yang energy, causing the soil layers to dry out, crack, and peel off.

The characters Li Zhiyao and Bai Xuan are featured in the story.

I can't hold on any longer.

Zhou Ran noticed the movement behind him.

My feet never stop moving.

At the same time, his left hand reached out in the opposite direction, tightly protecting his back.

The vast and gentle primordial energy was completely transferred into the banner and the basin.

"These Taoist priests know how to read the room."

They saw right through my purpose for coming.

Zhou Ran took a deep breath.

"Then I'll show you my determination!"

He once again drew upon his vital energy and yin energy to protect the banner and the basin.

He, on the other hand, had to withstand all the immense pressure from the Taoist sects outside.

They shouldered all the backlash themselves.

"This crazy woman ended up like this trying to save me."

"This mushroom prolonged my life but robbed me of my intelligence."

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he wouldn't dare touch a single hair on their heads."

Zhou Ran's eyes flashed fiercely.

His steps grew heavier and heavier.

But they never stop.

Three hundred floors.

Four hundred floors.

When he stepped onto the four hundredth stone step, his leather shoes finally cracked.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the depths of the vast sea of ​​clouds on both sides.

The invisibility formation has been removed.

Ten elders of the Celestial Master's Mansion, dressed in yellow robes and with white beards reaching their chests, revealed their true forms.

They stepped into the void, their faces filled with horror.

All eyes were fixed on the young man carrying the soul banner and flowerpot.

This kid has a lot of bulging muscles all over his body.

Climbing the steps on his own two legs, he truly resembled a blood-soaked demon god.

A hot-tempered, fat elder stared wide-eyed.

He plucked out more than a dozen white hairs from his hand.

Skin and flesh included.

He was completely unaware of the pain.

"This is unbelievable!"

"This young man practices pure demonic arts!"

"Logically speaking, by the time they reached the hundredth floor, they should have been reduced to ashes by the Golden Light Spell!"

"How on earth did he manage to withstand the attack up to four hundred floors?!"

The tall, thin elder beside him squinted his eyes.

His gaze locked onto Zhou Ran's left arm, which shimmered with dark gold.

"Junior brother, open your eyes wide and look carefully!"

"This young demonic cultivator didn't reveal even a trace of demonic energy!"

"He's relying solely on his physical body and vital energy to withstand the oppressive power of the Golden Light Mantra!"

"Such a terrifyingly strong physique."

"Even the indestructible golden bodies of those bald monks aren't nearly as domineering!"

All the elders gasped.

The path of demonic cultivation has always pursued insidious techniques and the attainment of higher realms.

Their bodies are mostly as fragile as paper.

This kid in front of me has shattered all the common sense in the cultivation world!

Above the long white jade steps.

Zhou Ran had no time to pay attention to the astonishment of these old bastards.

The pressure increased exponentially.

Beads of sweat slid down his chin.

It hasn't even touched the jade surface yet.

It was completely evaporated by the primordial energy and blood boiling on the surface of the body.

White smoke billowed up.

From a distance, Zhou Ran's entire body appeared to be burning intensely.

Four hundred and eighty floors.

Four hundred and ninety floors.

The tightly closed vermilion gate at the top of the mountain was now within reach.

There are only nine steps left.

Step over there and you'll reach the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhou Ran's eyes were bloodshot.

A cold eye fixed on the jade piece at the highest point.

His left foot shot up and slammed into the 499th step.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The sacred golden light mantra wafts around.

At this moment, all is gone.

The sky suddenly changed color, and leaden clouds pressed down overhead.