2682: C2682 Limit

C2682 Limit

Hunyuan Universe, the foot of Mount Shen Yi.

All the elders stared at the thin figure that was slowly walking forward, afraid that they would miss out on some details. Some of the elders kept muttering to themselves, trying to comfort themselves.

"No, I think too much. It must be that I think too much. No matter what kind of monster that Yang Fann had. . . It's just a High-rank Chaos God. . . . . . . "

The seventh trial of the Mount Shen Yi. Not everyone, including them, who were all Top-Level Chaos God King Realm elders, was able to step into this trial, stopping at the sixth trial of the Mount Shen Yi. The final nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine light-years elder was also able to step into the seventh trial of the Mount Shen Yi. It wasn't just one or two elders.

If they were to be surpassed by High-rank Chaos God like Yang Fann, how could they put their face down?

. . .

Time passed day by day. Soon, another hundred years had passed.

Yang Fann had already passed 990,000 light years in Mount Shen Yi. He was only 9,999 light years away from the seventh stage.

Yang Fann's steps were still steady. Apart from his speed slowing down a little, he had changed from one step per second to two seconds per step. There were almost no changes. Obviously, he had not reached the limit of his will.

. . .

"Hiss. . . It's the last 9,999 light years. His speed hasn't changed much. It seemed like he had blocked the sixth round. Many of the elders were in a daze, and a deep sense of defeat surged up in their hearts. It was fine that their talent couldn't compare to this monster, but now, even their will had been defeated by Yang Fann.

All of them had truly lived for nothing for so many eras.

. . .

Two years later.

"Weng. . . "

A hint of surprise flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. He had passed the sixth round of Mount Shen Yi and had successfully earned 10 billion Dao Palace Contribution Points. If he counted the previous five rounds, that would be 101010101 Dao Palace Contribution Points.

Adding the 24,46,666 Illusionary God Islands he had obtained from the Primordius Pagoda in Illusionary God Island, he now had 1034,476,767 Contribution Points in his hand. If he exchanged all of them for Origin Elemental Crystals, Yang Fann had at least five levels of confidence that he would be able to smoothly advance to the peak of the Primal Chaos God realm.

However, the risk of breaking through just like that was a little too high.

Without sufficient resources to stabilize his cultivation base, he would need a lot of time to nurture his foundation.

If something went wrong, he might fall back to High-rank Chaos God.

It's still too early to say this. There's no hurry. I'm not in a hurry. There was still the seventh and eighth stage in Mount Shen Yi.

Compared to before, Those few rounds, these last two are the real big ones.

Not to mention reaching the top of the Mount Shen Yi, The seventh trial alone was worth trillions of Dao Palace Mount Shen Yis. It was more than enough for him to break through to the Middle-level Chaos God.

In the next second. . .

"Puchi! . . . "

Yang Fann moved his feet and continued forward.

. . .

Five thousand years later.

Half of the seventh trial of Mount Shen Yi was completed.

However, Yang Fann's speed did not change much.

. . .

"This. . . This. . . This can't be, right? His Royal Highness Yang Fan wanted to break through to the last stage? "

All the elders swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. Their eyes bulged like fish eyes.

Although the strength of one's will did not have an absolute connection with their cultivation and strength, there had not been a single person who had stepped into the eighth stage of the Mount Shen Yi after Chaos God King had appeared. Even the few Great Tao Sovereign had only successfully stepped into the Mount Shen Yi after advancing to the Divine King realm. They were nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine light years old.

Let alone a High-rank Chaos God like Yang Fann.

The training of life and death could continuously increase a person's will. However, there was a limit, and it wasn't unlimited improvement.

For example, an ordinary person who didn't know any cultivation path, no matter how strong his will was, it could be compared to some Martial Master warriors, and Marquess warriors were his limit.

In terms of pain, being dismembered into thousands of pieces and executed by Ling Chi was a pain that ordinary people couldn't bear. However, it was nothing to cultivators, especially those powerful cultivators. Their divine bodies were destroyed and reforged, and it was a common occurrence. A mere Ling Chi was nothing to them, and a mere Ling Chi was nothing to them. It was not much better than being bitten by a mosquito.

. . .

Another five thousand years passed.

Yang Fann had gone to Mount Shen Yi for nine million light years.

However, at this moment, Yang Fann had lost his usual calm. There was a trace of seriousness on his face, and his footsteps slowed down by more than ten times.

The willpower that enveloped Yang Fann's body was enough to make most of the High-level Chaos God King's steps difficult.

. . .

Yang Fann had stepped into the Mount Shen Yi for thirty thousand years.

"Drip ~ Drip ~ Drip ~"

Beads of sweat kept dripping down Yang Fann's forehead.

"It seems like I have overestimated myself. I have only just arrived. I'm still far from reaching the halfway point of the Mount Shen Yi. Do you still want to reach the top?" A hint of self-mockery flashed across the corner of Yang Fann's mouth. The cruel reality had taught him a lesson. In the past twenty thousand years, he had once again climbed 928569 light years. He was still 71,430 light years away from the seventh trial. Not to mention the peak of Mount Shen Yi.

However, at this moment, he felt as if he had reached his limit.

If this continued, it would be unknown whether he would be able to reach the eighth stage of the Mount Shen Yi.

. . .

"Thirty thousand light-years away, hiss! His Royal Highness Yang Fan. . . He. . . He was still continuing. Could it be. . . Could it be that he could really step into the eighth stage? "Many of the elders' thoughts began to waver. Their hearts were already somewhat numb. Monsters are monsters. How could ordinary people like them compare to them?

The final 30,000 light-years of the seventh stage. Amongst the elders, those who were able to step into this stage. . . There's no one among the ten of them.

Most of the elders' will had already been surpassed by Yang Fann.

. . .

"It has already passed 9. 99 million light years. Perhaps His Royal Highness Yang Fan can really create a miracle and become the first person in the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace to step into the eighth stage of the Mount Shen Yi with the cultivation of Chaos God. "No one knows when, but the mentality of all the elders has changed. A hint of expectation has appeared in their eyes. They hope that Yang Fann can create another miracle.

People should know their own limitations. How could ordinary people like them compare with a monster monster like Yang Fann?

This was purely looking for trouble for themselves.

Furthermore, the more monster Yang Fann surpassed, the greater the benefits they could reap in the future.

It would be best if he could surpass their grandmaster, Dao Ancestor Of Primeval Chaos.

The chaos was vast and boundless. It was similar to the ordinary major powers. For a major power like the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace, it wasn't limitless.0

The resources within it were unlimited. Similarly, there was a limit. If Yang Fann could be compared to their ancestor, or even surpass their ancestor, then under the leadership of the two greatest experts, he would definitely be able to obtain more resources for the Primeval Chaos Dao Palace. Even if he were to flip through them, it wouldn't be impossible.

. . .

Yang Fann had stepped into the Mount Shen Yi for three hundred thousand years.

Regret and disappointment appeared on the faces of all the elders. Sigh, they had failed, but His Royal Highness Yang Fan had still failed.

Three hundred light-years, just three hundred light-years away.

But Yang Fann had obviously reached his limit.

Although he was still moving forward, every step he took would take a quarter of an hour. Moreover, the distance between them was also greatly reduced. At the beginning, every step Yang Fann took was one million miles, but now, he had just crossed a hundred miles, which was ten thousand times smaller.

. . .

Mount Shen Yi, 999,999 light years.

"Hu. . . Hu. . . Hu. . . "

Yang Fann was breathing heavily. His straight spine was almost bent and his back was hunched.

He looked like a mortal old man who had just stepped into the gates of hell.

However, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Nine light-years. He was only nine light-years away from successfully breaking through the seventh stage.

However, his legs seemed to be filled with lead. It was difficult for him to even take a step forward, let alone nine light-years.

. . .

"Am I really going to stop here? No. . . I'm not willing, I'm not willing. . . "

. . .

. . . "Sigh, it's been a day. His Royal Highness Yang Fan had not even moved a single step forward. It seemed like he had really reached his limit. Nine light-years. Only nine light-years away. What a pity! His Royal Highness Yang Fan, what a pity!"

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