Chapter 954: Ten Thousand Years of Legend

The road to the Holy Mountain is the road to heaven.

There are only a few people who are still holding on on the five thousand steps. Chu Yan is one of them. In addition to Chu Yan, Duanmu Tong is also in the direction of the Cantian Taoist Temple.

In addition to Duanmu Tong, there is also the prince of the Jiutian Dynasty, Jiutian Huanglong, a generation of Tianjiao. At this point, there is no longer any competition on the Holy Mountain Road. They will endure terrible shocks just by climbing the mountain, and they have no time to be distracted.

In a blink of an eye, there is another thousand steps. It took them a whole year to climb these thousand steps.

On the sixth thousand steps, Chu Yan stood firmly, sweating all over. When he looked up, the ladder to heaven was still endless.

"Is there really no end to this sky?" The rest of the Tianjiao were also shaken at this time. This road is endless. In addition to the fatigue of the body, it is also a torture to the soul. Without an end, there is no expectation. More and more people can't hold on and go back down the mountain.

Choosing to go down the mountain makes their hearts relax.

"Do you still want to persist?" Duanmu Tong looked at Chu Yan not far away, breathing a little hurriedly. Six thousand steps, step by step, four years, wore out his patience, and became extremely irritable.

Chu Yan looked at Duanmu Tong, did not respond, raised his head again, and continued to climb.

"You crazy!" Duanmu Tong couldn't help cursing, but gritted his teeth and continued to climb the mountain. At this point, what else on the holy mountain seemed to be less important. He just didn't want to lose to Chu Yan.

The fifth year, seven thousand steps, Chu Yan led the way, Duanmu Tong was pulled behind for a distance, but he still persisted.

The sixth year, eight thousand steps.

The seventh year, nine thousand steps, there is still no end on the road to heaven.

Under the holy mountain, for a full seven years, people from all sides still did not leave, all stayed here to practice, explore some hidden secrets, in addition, occasionally looking up at the road to heaven has become a habit for everyone, but it is just a habit.

In seven years, the number of people ascending to heaven on the Holy Mountain has continued to increase, and even disappeared in the clouds, but the road to heaven is still there, and no one can change it.

At the foot of the Holy Mountain, many people have also gained something. Some people have discovered that in addition to the road to heaven, there are many peerless secret realms in the Holy Mountain. For example, there is a desolate academy in a mountain mansion, which contains countless ancient books from the fairyland, including some ancient secrets.

Outside the desolate academy, there is also a soul tower. This tower is divided into nine floors, one floor for each sky, which can temper people's souls and attract many geniuses to try.

In these seven years, Huaqing Immortal Dynasty finally found Hua Qingyu's body and confirmed his death, which caused a huge riot in the Holy Mountain.

Huaqing Immortal Dynasty joined forces with Jianshen Mountain, Supreme Weapon Hall, and Jinhuang Dynasty to hunt down the team formed by Chu Yan.

However, Chu Yan's team was not weak either. They gathered the Qingfeng Immortal Kingdom, the Wandering Sons of the Holy Academy, the Yuqiong Immortal Pavilion, the Tianhua Immortal Palace, and the Xuantian Sect. The two sides directly broke out in a terrible war at the foot of the Holy Mountain, which caused a sensation. In the end, neither side could do anything to the other, and the matter ended in vain.

However, small frictions and collisions continued.

In addition, there was another rapidly rising force, the Jiutian Immortal Dynasty. They quickly plundered the resources under the Holy Mountain, seized the territory, and soon created a peak camp at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

Moreover, the Jiutian Immortal Dynasty spread the word that if anyone could ascend to heaven, this person would be their prince Jiutian Huanglong.

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The Holy Mountain Ladder, with seven thousand steps, towered into the clouds. The sky and the earth had turned silver, and the snow fell down, piling up into a thick layer of white on the ladder.

Looking down, there were footprints one by one.

Chu Yan kept walking upwards, unaffected, until later, he was somewhat numb, not knowing how many floors he had walked, like Duanmu Tong and Jiu Tian Huang Long, and even not knowing why he was ascending to heaven.

After walking like this for an unknown period of time, a faint cool breeze blew, and Chu Yan shuddered violently, and became a little more energetic.

However, when he turned around, he suddenly found that the ladder that led him to heaven had disappeared long ago, leaving only a chaotic world. There was no sky or earth here, only the vast and endless sea of ​​chaos.

"Are we there?" Chu Yan couldn't help but whispered. When he turned back again, the ladder had also disappeared, and there was a black and white array diagram.

"You're here." At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came, and looking along, I saw a young man standing on the top of the holy mountain, with his hands behind his back, as if he had been here from the beginning, waiting for something.

"Where is this?" Chu Yan asked.

"You have been climbing mountains, so this place must be the top of the Holy Mountain." The young man's eyes were calm, without any ripples.

Chu Yan was a little excited. After climbing mountains for many years, he finally reached the top of the Holy Mountain?

However, it was slightly different from what he imagined.

"Who is the senior?" Chu Yan looked at the young man and asked tentatively.

"You and I should be considered peers. I am not a real Holy Mountain person. Like you, I am just a climber." The young man shook his head.

"Mountain climber?" Chu Yan's heart trembled. The person in front of him was actually a mountain climber like himself? However, he had been walking in front of him, but he had never seen this person. There was only one possibility, that is, the person in front of him might have climbed the Holy Mountain a long time ago.

"Master once asked me what I would do if someone came from the Immortal Realm and was stronger than me. At that time, I said that if there really was such a person, I would choose to follow him. But to this day, I still don't believe it. There will be someone more suitable than me, so I climbed the Holy Mountain and waited here. You are the third person to come here, and you will also be the last one." The young man said calmly.

"The third one?" Chu Yan asked.

"The third one, there was someone named Duanmutong and Jiutian Huanglong who came here before you." The young man said casually. Chu Yan was a little surprised. They were behind him all the way up the mountain, but he didn't expect that, More than he appears to reach the top of the mountain.

Thinking of this, he vaguely understood the so-called road to heaven. The so-called road to heaven has no end at all. The so-called end should mean turning back and finding the shore.

This is a bit like the Buddhist method: after going through a sea of ​​suffering, you can come back to shore.

As for why those who went down the mountain before did not reach the top, it must be because they did not have enough experience.

Chu Yan, Duanmutong, and Jiutian Huanglong all went to the Sea of ​​Suffering in person. It was a kind of experience and they witnessed a lot. When they look back, they will be on the other side.

"Where are they?" Chu Yan asked.

"If you are defeated by me, you will go down the mountain." The young man said calmly. Chu Yan's eyes narrowed. He didn't know the strength of Duanmutong and Jiutian Huanglong, but he had fought against the Sword King and the genius of the Supreme Weapon Palace. Although considered weak, Duanmutong should be stronger compared to the other two, but they were both defeated?

"Now it's your turn, take action." After the young man said this, a terrifying aura suddenly rose up from his body, disrupting the sky and turning into terrifying flames of war.

Chu Yan stood there with his eyes focused. This young man was really direct and didn't talk nonsense at all.

"I have been waiting for the Holy Mountain since I was born. I have been practicing for fifty years and have reached the top saint realm. I have fought one hundred and thirty-seven times and never lost a single time. When I was a top saint, I once killed an immortal. If you don't have such a glorious record, you can go down the mountain on your own," the young man said proudly.

"How crazy." Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed bitterly: "What a pity... I have also killed the immortal!"

The young man's eyes flashed and he stopped talking. He nodded and stepped out in the air. Immediately, a terrible strong wind roared behind him and slapped Chu Yan's body.

Chu Yan stood there, waved his hand, and the Heaven-Destroying Sword came, respecting himself, and transformed into an endless sword violence.

"Bang!" But almost instantly, the young man blasted out with a palm, and with a bang, the ground was shattered. Chu Yan's footsteps sank downwards, leaving a deep footprint. The next moment he looked up sharply and saw To young people, he became extremely serious.

Now that Chu Yan has the eighth-level power of a saint, plus a terrifying unique skill and life soul, he has the confidence to fight even the top saints of some powerful forces.

But after receiving the young man's palm, he actually felt a little oppressed.

Chu Yan was knocked back with a palm, and the young man's figure flashed and landed in the distance, still looking spotless, looking at Chu Yan through the falling white snow: "If this is all, there is no need to fight, you can go down the mountain. "

On the top of the holy mountain, there was also an old man standing there. He looked down. Next to him, there was another person, both wearing the same clothes.

"Are you still so confident now?" The old man looked at the middle-aged man beside him and continued: "When Firson was born, he was sent to Shenglong Pavilion for training. It has been exactly fifty years since he was born. The light of the Lord, this is the chosen one.”

Feng Shan is the young man who fought against Chu Yan.

The Leng family is an extremely ancient surname.

So far, there are very few people who remember the Leng family, but if it were placed in the fairyland ten thousand years ago, if someone mentioned the Leng family, they would be a little afraid, and there is another extremely important thing.

Emperor Yan, whose full name is Leng Yan, also comes from this ancient clan.

The middle-aged man next to the old man looked down and looked at Chu Yan confidently: "Without him, Feng Shan would be the Holy Master of this generation. It's a pity that he appeared."

"Who is he?" The old man looked at Chu Yan in confusion. He couldn't figure it out. Originally, the Holy Lord chose not to go to such trouble this time. He only needed to let Feng Shan climb the mountain and perform the ceremony, but the middle-aged man beside him wanted to Open up the fairyland and let everyone in the fairyland come to climb mountains.

"Do you still remember the words of the previous generation of Holy Lords?" The middle-aged man turned to look at the old man. The old man's eyes condensed and became extremely serious: "There is no Chu in the world. The Leng family is the king. If the king of Chu emerges, the Leng family will be the assistant?"

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Chu Yan: "Although it is still very weak, the bloodline is unmistakable. He is the descendant of that person."

The old man's heart trembled wildly, and he looked down at Chu Yan again. He couldn't calm down for a long time, but after a long time, his old eyes narrowed: "However, after all, it is just a legend that has been around for thousands of years. How credible is it?"