Star Trace Gate

Chapter 800: Going through life and death, entering the super class

Sixteen times the pressure, three hundred and two steps...

This was the maximum limit that the Little Bad King's body and soul could endure. He had been drained of his last bit of strength in the crimson mist.

He lay on the bluestone steps, like a stray dog ​​or beggar who had starved to death on the roadside, with no one paying attention to him; or like a miserable person who had fought to the death on the battlefield and lost all his companions...

Alone, desperate, dying, about to die.

In the second Imperial Pavilion, the little guy was really anxious. He instinctively wanted to rush down to rescue the lion, wake him up, and cheer him up, but when he ran hard, he hit an invisible wall with a bang and fell flat on his butt.

"Let me out! I want to save the lions and tigers... Let me out now!"

He ignored the bump on his forehead and just screamed and tried to push against the invisible and intangible wall with both hands. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not pass through the barrier and leave Dijing Pavilion.

The little guy had just entered the realm and didn't know how to guide his spiritual perception, but he was in the Dijing Pavilion and could clearly feel the status of the lions and tigers.

He was dying, and his breathing was so slow that it was almost inaudible.

No matter how strong the little guy was, he was still just a child of five or six years old. He was terrified, sad, and even a little panicked.

"Liger... please don't die!"

"If you don't have my perseverance, then don't persist... just give up!"

"I don't want the emperor's inheritance anymore, and I don't want you to die either!"

“Ahhh!!! Wuuwuwu…!”

The little guy slumped in the Dijing Pavilion, his emotions collapsed, and he started howling with big bubbles of snot coming out of his nose.

He naively thought that his master was much stronger than him, and that the 16 times pressure on him was about the same as his 2 times pressure. So the lion and tiger couldn't get through, it must be because they were not firm in their determination and were as soft as noodles.

He spent the whole night in anxiety, fear, and crying.

Until the next day, he was so exhausted that he subconsciously fell asleep leaning against a pillar of the Dijing Pavilion.

When he woke up again, a day had passed. He subconsciously jumped up to check on the lion's condition, but found that the lion was still breathing very slowly and seemed to be in a state where he could die at any time.

This scene shocked the little one...

He thought to himself, I've cried my heart out and even dreamed about the eulogy that the village fortune teller often said...but you're not dead yet? !

This gave Little Bit an inexplicable sense of urgency amidst his endless sorrow. It was like a group of close relatives waiting for a terminally ill elder to die. Everyone knew that he would only live for a day or two, but he just wouldn't die. So in extreme psychological sorrow and physical fatigue, some people would even wait anxiously for that moment to come.

Wow, lions and tigers are so tenacious.

The little one rubbed his swollen eyes vigorously, thinking to himself: "What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you going to leave today? Should I... continue crying...?"

Amidst his anxiety and sadness, there was even a bit of contradiction and confusion.

In this way, a child who didn't know whether to cry or not sat alone in the Dijing Pavilion, waiting for another three days with extremely conflicting emotions.

miracle!

This is a miracle for terminally ill patients!

He, the lion-tiger, remained in a state of being about to die but not yet completely dead, and lasted for four whole days with only a thread of breath left.

The little guy couldn't understand the other party's state, and couldn't use the language of poverty to describe the lion's situation. But if there was a member of the park team here, they might find that the little bad king might have maintained the balance of the limit under the pressure of the red tide with sixteen times the power.

The crimson tide might only need a trace of crimson energy to completely crush the Little Bad King to death. If the Little Bad King had the slightest thought of giving up the fight, he would have died right there in an instant.

This is not only the limit of the body and soul, but also an extreme confrontation of will, persistence, and never giving up.

What doesn't kill me will make me stronger.

On the fifth day, Ren was still lying on the ground motionless, but the little guy was surprised to find that the lion and tiger's bodies exuded a breath that made his body feel comfortable and happy.

He didn't know what that breath was, but he felt vaguely that the lion and tiger seemed to be coming back to life...

That was the thousand-year-old green life in Ren Ye's belly. During the five-day extreme confrontation, it was dying, and it was only one step away from disappearing into the world with Ren Ye...

But Ren Ye's tenacious survival for five days, holding his breath, made that drop of life green completely merge with his star core. The two of them were originally "same fate", and in these five days of dying struggle, they survived the sixteen-fold state together and broke through the shackles and limits.

Since you are not dead, then ask for life!

During these five days, Ren had been trying to stimulate the green life, allowing it to slowly recover from the state of being extinguished in the blink of an eye to a state of timid survival. At this moment, it was like a bud in spring, emitting a "fragrance" and "life breath" that broke through the ground in a dead land.

That drop of green life was like an extremely weak stream, gurgling through Ren Ye's star core, irrigating it, and then flowing through his limbs and every inch of flesh and skin.

This process was extremely slow, but it gradually brought back the vitality of Ren Ye. His mind and spirit became clearer, and his body gradually regained strength...

The seventh day.

Ren Ye, who had been lying motionless on the ground, actually slowly raised his head in the crimson mist.

For seven days, his cheek had been baked in the heat and blood, stuck to the bluestone floor. The moment he raised his head suddenly, a thin layer of skin and flesh was torn off his cheek, and his side profile looked ulcerated.

The stinging sensation did not cause him to have any negative emotions. He just squinted at the scorching sun in the sky and said with a weak grin, "I... I'm not dead. I'm alive again... Hahahaha!"

"If the tomb does not invite me, King Qingliang, the eternal inheritance will be like a long night!"

"Sixteen times... so what? So what? What?...!"

"I'm fucking alive...hahaha!"

"Ahem...!"

As he roared, the breath in his stomach became disordered, causing him to cough violently several times, and he almost died on the spot due to excessive excitement.

"call……!"

In the Dijing Pavilion, the little guy let out a long breath, with no excitement in his eyes, only numbness and exhaustion as he murmured: "The lion and tiger are not dead... but I almost died... It was too torturous... Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, can I not look at the lion and tiger next time?"

"No, get out!"

The headless man did not appear, he just cursed angrily.

On the bluestone steps, Ren also felt the pressure that had nearly killed him sixteen times, and still felt like he was going to explode at any moment. But he was no longer as cautious and anxious as before, nor as desperate and helpless as before...

He even had the confidence that he could reduce the density of the purple energy protecting his body and take a step forward with most of his physical strength. He also felt that the pain of his soul being shattered was not as strong as before, and he even had a bold idea that he could temporarily break free of that "big hand" and sense an inch forward in an instant.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best not to make any big movements that would waste his energy.

After a long pause, he called out a bottle of water of life from his consciousness space and drank half of it in one breath.

The water of life flowed into his abdomen like a warm stream and began to silently nourish his weak soul, traumatized body, and nearly dried-up star source.

After a full day of preparation, on the morning of the eighth day, Ren only used two-thirds of the purple energy and took the 303rd step in the crimson sky.

This step... is a step to break through the shackles of limits and move towards a new life.

It is also the most important step for Ren Ye since he became a master of divine power.

A month later, Ren fell under the pressure of the red tide for the second time, but this time, he recovered in just three days, and his body and soul once again felt a slight transformation.

When he set out on the road again, he only used one-third of his purple luck, and his spiritual perception could also sense the area nearly half a meter in front of him.

This time, he walked countless times faster than before, and he activated his magical powers as he walked.

Under the sixteen times greater pressure of the red tide, he tried to open his Holy Eyes, wield the Human Emperor Sword, use the Sword Kingdom of God, and the Tyrant Sword Technique.

At first, it was extremely difficult. No matter it was the Holy Eye, the magical swordsmanship, or the myriad spells, as soon as they showed signs of condensing, they would be crushed by the suppressed aura under a sea of ​​crimson, becoming difficult to activate.

But he gradually adapted through countless failures, and after a month and a half, his sword energy could be condensed into a single point, breaking the pressure within three inches of his body. Although it was very short-lived... it was accomplished in a sixteen-fold red tide.

Then, he began to activate various treasures such as the Nine Mountains Divine Sword, the Samsara Lotus Lamp, the Human Emperor Seal, the Nine-bend Green Cloud Bamboo and so on - he even tried to use the Boundary Space Stone to break the void, attempting to "cheat" by teleporting.

As expected, at the moment when the Boundary Stone attempted to break the void, Ren was almost crushed into powder on the spot by the reverberation of the power of the void.

If the treasures could speak, they would definitely be cursing at this moment: "Little bad king, you are such a beast. Not only do you suffer by yourself, but you also lead everyone to suffer together... Following you is really unlucky for eight lifetimes."

"I won't let go of my children, and I won't let go of my treasures either..."

The Nine-bend Green Cloud Bamboo was nearly crushed into bean sprouts under the sixteen times pressure.

The reincarnation lotus lamp collapsed and ignited several times... If the demon monk saw this scene, he would be so angry that he would grow hair on the spot, because there was a shocking secret hidden in the lotus lamp, and that was something he cared about very much.

……

Number two, a bright path in the world.

The three independent cultivators who were beaten sixteen times by Big Dipper were now all lying on the bluestone steps, looking exactly like Ren Ye when he was dying.

The three of them traveling together can share the pressure of the red tide, and each person needs to withstand more than five times the pressure.

Therefore, in the initial stage, they walked faster than Ren Ye, but the road in this world is long. After walking for a month and a half, they still couldn't see the end.

After a long period of exhaustion, they had reached their limits. At this moment, they lay on the ground like dead dogs, feeling the approach of death...

The young man who looked like a scholar, with blood stains all over his mouth and nose, murmured in a daze: "...I came here...just to fight for the opportunity...I don't want to die here...!"

"Hold on a little longer, don't give up, take a break, we can still move forward...!" The square-looking young man, lying on the steps slightly forward, kept comforting the other two.

"I can't walk anymore. My soul is about to collapse, and my body's blood is stagnating... I'm going to die soon." The scholar shook his head and said, "If I die here... then all the opportunities will be meaningless... I'm sorry, both of you. I... I'm going to give up."

"I can't hold on any longer... This kind of pressure is not something that ordinary people like me can bear. This also makes me see clearly that some people may be at the end of the road to becoming an emperor when they are born, while some people... spend their entire lives working hard, but are just a dying person lying on the ground." Another person shook his head slightly and said, "We can't win against them... We shouldn't come here and damage our state of mind."