Chapter 52: Opening the Wind Spring Mountain! (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)

  Red shirts on fire!

  There seems to be an invisible flame on this person that can scorch the eyes of anyone who gazes at him, forcing them to lower their heads in front of him.

  He has an ordinary appearance and is not handsome, his physique is not strong either, but in the process of walking, there is a inexplicable feeling that floats in the hearts of all who watch him.

  A head of black hair scattered on her shoulders, Ye Wang slowly walked over.

  He didn't have the gloominess of Ou Sen, but in his calm expression, there was a more terrifying aura than Ou Sen. He also didn't have the dazzling brilliance of Chen Gong, but even if he were alone, he had an aura that seemed to suppress everything.

  He didn't have the mysterious aura of the Black Mountain Sect's young master, but as he walked over, his own strength and name could evoke a sense of mystery far surpassing that of the black-clothed youth.

  He is mysterious, because he is Ye Wang, the most outstanding peer in the entire Fengquan tribe, the proudest among the eight directions nearby, and even more so, he is hailed as the future Kaicheng strongman!!

  He walks calmly, like a king, without needing to talk to anyone, and countless people will unconsciously lower their heads and give way, ignoring Wu Sen and Chen Chong in front of him.

  There was no murmur of comment, and all sound ceased as he appeared; not a word was spoken until he had reached the center of the square, where he sat down cross-legged, and even then there was silence.

  After a long time, there was a slight conversation, as if slowly waking up in these four weeks.

  "Hey, look at the big shot, we can see Ye Wang, this time coming here, it's not a waste of our trip." The young man next to Su Ming said with envy and satisfaction in his eyes.

  Su Ming fell silent for a long time before nodding lightly.

  After Ye Wang, more people came one after another, until half a time had passed, all the people in this place had arrived. At this moment, however, the sky suddenly darkened.

  Among the rolling clouds, a thunderous thunder suddenly burst forth, shaking all directions, causing people in this land to be shocked and then look up, only to see that the cloud layer in the sky was rapidly gathering from all sides, merging together in an instant, and suddenly transformed into a cloud man like a giant standing between heaven and earth!

  On the head of that cloud person, a man in purple robe sat cross-legged, this man was none other than the barbarian king Jingnan of the Wind Spring Department!

  He sat cross-legged there, his eyes not looking down, but gazing at the distant high mountain, gazing at that towering into the clouds, only half of the mountain waist could be seen.

  "This mountain is the most precious treasure of our Wind Village tribe, there's no exception!"

  "It has been passed down from the ancestors, it is the foundation of my Fengquan tribe, without this mountain, perhaps there would be no Fengquan tribe! What you see is not the complete mountain, that's just a mountain peak... That is the true peak of Fengquan Mountain!"

  "On the top of this mountain, a mysterious beast is sealed. This beast has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years and has never awakened... Perhaps it will never wake up... The mountain has an aura of power, its power is like pressure, surrounding the entire mountain peak inside and out, the higher you go, the heavier the pressure!"

  "This mountain has a road, 218 steps leading directly to the top, this is the first pass!"

  "As with previous rules, there is no time limit. All participants in the first round can find a mountain road with a token and rank according to the number of steps they finally walk."

  Among you, many are here for the first time. To be fair, I can tell you that at night, this mountain's oppressive power is strongest!

  "Now, I will open the seal of this mountain, you wait, quickly enter!" The southern thorn sitting on the cloud and fog giant's body, with a wave of his right hand towards the giant mountain.

  With this swing, the giant cloud man let out a shocking roar to the sky, took big strides and rushed towards the mountain peak. His two huge arms suddenly lifted up, as if to tear the heaven and earth apart, and tore at the giant mountain with a loud crash.

  With this tear, the heavens thundered, and a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, splitting open to both sides like an invisible curtain outside the mountain peak. Now that the curtain was torn apart, it revealed what was inside, a true scene.

  It was still the same high mountain, but this mountain was not what Su Ming had seen before. Instead, it was filled with rolling black fog that was full of ominousness, exuding a fear that made one's heart beat faster.

  At the same time, an inexplicable pressure emanated from the torn fissure, like a fierce gust of wind sweeping across, lifting the long hair of countless people, and causing some tribesmen to pale and subconsciously retreat several steps, as if what was inside the fissure was not a mountain, but a towering heavenly beast.

  At the moment when the crack was torn open, several vague silhouettes quickly condensed beside the giant cloud and mist in the sky, turning into eight people!

  Shi Hai, one of the eight, had astonishing cultivation. As they appeared, each of them bit their tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. Their blood merged together, forming a complex pattern that flashed with red light as it shot towards the crack, as if imprinting itself on the misty mountain within the crack.

  That mountain shrouded in mist, at this moment started to rumble, and saw the fog rolling upwards, revealing the foot of the mountain, those ancient stone steps that exuded a sense of vicissitudes.

  "Your token, once you leave your body even a little bit after entering this mountain, will dissipate and you will also be disqualified and automatically forced to leave the mountain. This is also the method for you to choose to stop advancing and exit if you cannot bear it. At the same time, this token is also used to record the number of steps you have taken forward, which will be displayed on the external device."

  "Not yet, don't step in!!" The speaker was Shi Hai, one of the eight, who let out a low growl towards the crowd below.

  A figure suddenly emerged, transforming into a long rainbow that rushed straight to the crack. This person was none other than Ye Wang, wearing a red shirt! After him, Wu Sen sprinted out second, followed closely by Chen Chong. Slowly but surely, large numbers of people from various tribes participating in the first round poured in one after another.

  Bei Ling, Lei Chen, Wula, and even Sikuang, including Bailin, all entered the crack and each found a deserted platform to disappear into.

  As soon as a step is chosen by someone, a mist will immediately come down and envelop the small path of this step.

  Su Ming did not stand alone like a crane, but chose to enter the rift with a large crowd of people. As soon as he stepped into the rift, he clearly felt that this place was different from the outside. There was a sense of oppression here, and the feeling of oppression was as if there were a pair of invisible hands pressing against his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

  Many of the stone steps ahead were shrouded in mist, clearly indicating that someone had already entered. Su Ming didn't rush, but instead ran towards the distance, as people like him still had a lot to find on these stone steps.

  The mountain foot is not regular, and some of the small roads look like they are missing a part. Such paths are often quickly snatched up by people, and whoever steps on them first belongs to them.

  Su Ming did not go in, but instead came to a farther place, where there were several paths. He stood there for a moment, and just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly turned his head to look at the right side, and his pupils contracted slightly.

  But then he saw the young man from the Black Mountain Sect, wearing a black animal hide shirt, pretending to be mysterious, still covering half of his face, walking coldly over, not even giving Su Ming a glance, and walked up a small stone staircase.

  Su Ming gazed at the figure disappearing into the small road, shrouded by the mist rolling down from the mountain. He withdrew his gaze and walked towards a very ordinary stone staircase. The moment he stepped onto the first step, he felt as if the entire mountain peak shook. At the same time, the token on his chest suddenly emitted a stream of heat, but it didn't flow into Su Ming's body; instead, it continued to radiate warmth.

  Immediately afterwards, he was surrounded by a large amount of fog, unable to see his surroundings on both sides and behind him. The only thing he could see was the winding stairs in front of him that appeared vaguely in the fog, as well as the vast sky above with its dim sun.

  The surroundings were quiet, and this silence was so profound that it gave people an illusion, as if there was only one person in the mountain.

  Su Ming took a deep breath, and instead of immediately heading upwards, he felt the pressure of this place. After getting slightly used to it, he lifted his feet, his eyes revealing determination and persistence, step by step, he walked upwards.

  At this moment, he did not know that after all of them stepped into the fissure, the external fissure slowly closed, and the eight people from the Stone Sea fell down and sat cross-legged in the corners of the square.

  There was also the wind that scattered the misty giant, falling onto the square and arriving beside Ah Gong Mo Sang. A formless wave of air encircled their bodies, preventing anyone from approaching them.

  Hundreds of people still exist on the square, staring at the nine huge statues around them.

  But then on these nine statues, lines of words gradually appeared.

  First place, Ye Wang, ninety-seven levels.

  Second place, Wu Sen, fifty-first rank.

  Third place, Chen Chong, forty-seven steps.

  Fourth place, Bi Su, forty-sixth rank.

  ...One hundred and third, Mo Su, sixth stage. All the participants in this first round, due to their tokens, made the number of steps they took clearly visible to everyone.

  "The first is indeed Ye Wang, ninety-seven levels, surpassing the second place by so much... Look, it's changed again, one hundred and fifteen levels, how long has it been? Too fast!"

  "Who is Bi Su? I've never heard of this person, not from the Wind Pavilion tribe. How can he be ranked so high in the early stages?! I heard that last time, Ye Wang made it to the 803rd step. This time, who knows how far he'll go? The higher you go, the harder it gets. It's said that since ancient times, no one has ever reached above the 930th step!"

  The wind was blowing gently from the south, and he gazed at a statue beside him with Mo Sang. A smile appeared on his face as his eyes swept over the name "Mo Su".

  "Mosang, he is Su Ming, but looking at his ranking, it's going to be very difficult for him to enter the top 40. Alright, I can relax the requirements a bit, as long as he can get into the top 60, that will be considered passing."

  Agong Mosang did not speak, but looked at the name "Mosi" on the statue, silent and unspoken, with a hint of deep expectation hidden in his eyes.

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