768: Last layer

The only thing that made Qiao Yanxi feel frustrated was that after climbing the tower for so long, she still hadn't encountered Yang Lingchen, whom she wanted to beat up.

"Mengyao, did you really not see Yang Lingchen?" Qiao Yanxi asked again.

After spending the last two or three days together, the relationship between the three women had grown much closer.

"Yanxi, you and Yang Lingchen don't seem to have any grudges, so why do you insist on giving him trouble?"

Yun Mengyao said, as Yang Lingchen was already the man she had secretly chosen for herself, so naturally, she wouldn't let other women cause him trouble.

"It's not a grudge, I just want to beat him up to vent my frustration."

Qiao Yanxi pouted coquettishly, then said indignantly: "You don't know how hateful that bastard is! When I was sparring with him, I went easy on him and didn't even use a weapon, but he, on the other hand, suddenly brought out a Dharma Seal and almost flattened my chest."

"Pfft...! Aren't you perfectly fine?"

Yun Mengyao giggled and said: "Yanxi, how did you grow so big? Is there some secret?"

Although hers weren't small either, what woman would complain about being too big?

"Mengyao, what are you saying? Mine is all-natural, what secret could there be?" Qiao Yanxi blushed. "Why don't you ask Sister Tiantian? Hers isn't any smaller than mine."

"Yanxi, what are you saying? I'm not as big as you." Ji Tiantian retorted coquettishly.

"Sister Tiantian, stop pretending. Even though you wear your clothes loosely, we've been best friends for years; do you really think I don't know how big you are?" Qiao Yanxi giggled.

"Yanxi, I'm going to tickle you to death today!"

The three women started playing and horsing around.

...

Two days passed in a flash.

That morning, Yang Lingchen finally reached the ninety-eighth layer.

At this moment, he looked incredibly miserable. His veins were visible with traces of blood, and his clothes had been shredded by the terrifying pressure.

He collapsed completely on the ninety-eighth layer.

"Damn it, I finally crawled up here."

Yang Lingchen gasped for air with great difficulty. If he hadn't persevered, he almost wouldn't have made it up just now.

However, although he looked miserable, the rewards were extremely generous.

At this moment, his cultivation level had reached the Peak of the Earth Immortal Realm third layer, just one step away from the Earth Immortal Realm Fourth Layer. As long as he ascended to the final layer, a Breakthrough would be a matter of course.

Yang Lingchen sat up with difficulty and began to absorb the Spiritual Qi inside the Immortal Spirit Pagoda to nourish his body.

He needed to be in the best possible state to charge towards the ninety-ninth layer of the Immortal Spirit Pagoda, because once he ascended, he would be able to break through to the Earth Immortal Realm Fourth Layer.

Half an hour later, Yang Lingchen stood up, feeling refreshed.

At this moment, his gaze was determined, and a powerful Aura emanated from his body.

Yang Lingchen didn't have much confidence in whether he could ascend to the ninety-ninth layer, but all he could do was try his best and leave the rest to fate.

Subsequently, Yang Lingchen began to walk towards the ninety-ninth layer.

When he took the first step, a heavy force, as if trying to flatten him, caused his knees to instantly buckle.

Just as Yang Lingchen was about to fall to his knees, he suddenly braced himself with his hands, finally stabilizing his body.

At this moment, his whole body was trembling, but he continued to move slowly upward. This was only the beginning; he didn't want to choose to give up on the very first step.

As he slowly climbed, Yang Lingchen felt it becoming increasingly difficult. His steps became exceptionally strenuous, and even the blood vessels in his body gradually bulged. The terrifying pressure almost made him unable to breathe.

Yang Lingchen gritted his teeth, still struggling to hold on.

For every step, he needed to spend a significant amount of time just to barely step onto it.

...

Outside the Immortal Spirit Pagoda, inside that mysterious pavilion.

"Dean, it's unbelievable. That kid's talent is actually this terrifying." The middle-aged man's face was filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Countless years have passed, and finally, someone is about to reach the Peak of the Immortal Spirit Pagoda."

The White-Haired Elder's eyes revealed a hint of expectation, and then he said in a deep voice: "Nie Beichen, from this day forward, upgrade this child's security level to Heaven-Grade."

"Yes, Dean." Nie Beichen replied respectfully.

Meanwhile, outside the Immortal Spirit Pagoda, there was a sea of people, with countless individuals witnessing this historic moment.

"Yang Lingchen, you really know how to surprise me." At this moment, Chu Yuechan's heart was in her throat.

She knew that the person on the ninety-eighth layer must be Yang Lingchen, because no one else could have such talent except for Yang Lingchen.

...

At this moment, Zhang Wuhen's expression was extremely gloomy.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. Intuition told him that the person ascending to the Peak was very likely Yang Lingchen.

Because at this time, the people on the lower levels of the Immortal Spirit Pagoda had basically already come out, but Yang Lingchen's figure was still nowhere to be seen, which made a sense of unease rise in his heart.

"Sister, do you think this person could be Yang Lingchen?" Zhang Wuhen asked with a furrowed brow.

"Don't worry, there are still some people inside the Immortal Spirit Pagoda; it doesn't necessarily have to be that kid." Zhang Wuxin comforted him.

Although she said that, in reality, she didn't have much confidence either.

...

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen had already taken ten steps, and was only twenty steps away from the ninety-ninth layer.

"Damn it, this is way too hard to climb!"

Yang Lingchen's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was oozing beads of blood and sweat, but he was still struggling to hold on.

Now, with every half-step he took, that heavy pressure would make it impossible for him to breathe. If it weren't for the conviction in his heart supporting him, he would have probably fainted long ago.

Three more hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Through Yang Lingchen's unremitting efforts, he finally stepped onto the eighteenth step, only twelve steps away from the ninety-ninth layer.

"Bang...!"

At this moment, Yang Lingchen finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body pressed directly onto the ground by the immense pressure.

However, even so, Yang Lingchen did not choose to give up. He was still circulating the Undying Golden Body Art, fighting hard against the erosion of the pressure.

"Fuck, I don't believe it. Can the pressure of this mere Immortal Spirit Pagoda really stop Yang Lingchen from moving forward?"

Yang Lingchen's gaze revealed an air of looking down on the world. Clenching his teeth, he pushed the circulation speed of the Undying Golden Body Art to the extreme.

He was never one to admit defeat. Since he had made the decision to climb the tower, he would absolutely never choose to surrender.