Chapter 247: The Four Elements Submit

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: The Four Elements Submit

Upon returning to the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Jiang Bai immersed himself fully in his Divine Trial.

The Fifth Trial: The Path to Godhood.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps stretched upward within the Divine Trial space, reaching straight toward the heavens.

Each step was condensed from pure energy, radiating a faint, nine-colored glow—as if leading to another world entirely.

The first five hundred steps were effortless for Jiang Bai.

He ascended with steady strides, moving as if he were merely walking up the stone steps in his own backyard. The oppressive aura emanating from the steps felt to him no more than a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

However, starting from the five-hundredth step, the situation changed.

The pressure on each subsequent step doubled compared to the one before it.

This was no mere physical pressure; it was a torment directed at the very level of the soul. It felt as though countless hands were tugging at his ankles, and countless voices were whispering in his ears, attempting to make him halt—to make him give up.

Fine beads of sweat began to seep from Jiang Bai’s forehead.

His breathing grew heavy.

Yet, he did not stop.

One step... two steps... three steps...

The six-hundredth step.

The seven-hundredth step.

The eight-hundredth step.

With every step he took, his body trembled. His bones creaked and groaned, and his muscles tensed to the point of near-rupture.

The pressure felt tangible, bearing down upon him so heavily that he could barely keep his back straight.

The nine-hundredth step.

Jiang Bai stood upon the step, gasping for breath. His clothes were drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to his body.

Ninety-nine steps remained.

He lifted his head, gazing up at the steps that continued to stretch upward.

At the very summit, a luminous gateway could be faintly discerned.

That was the finish line.

Jiang Bai took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pressed onward.

The nine-hundred-and-tenth step.

The nine-hundred-and-twentieth step.

The nine-hundred-and-thirtieth step.

Each step required the exertion of every ounce of strength in his body.

The nine-hundred-and-fortieth step.

Jiang Bai sank to one knee upon the step, panting heavily. Sweat dripped onto the steps, instantly evaporating into mist.

His consciousness began to blur.

Yet his hands remained braced against the ground, refusing to let him fall.

I cannot stop.

He told himself inwardly.

I cannot give up.

Gritting his teeth, he rose to his feet.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The nine hundred and fiftieth step.

The nine hundred and sixtieth step.

The nine hundred and seventieth step.

Jiang Bai closed his eyes, then opened them again a moment later.

He continued his ascent.

The nine hundred and eightieth step.

The nine hundred and ninetieth step.

The final nine steps.

Jiang Bai’s body had all but lost sensation. He no longer knew if he was walking or crawling; he knew only that he was drawing ever closer to that gate.

The nine hundred and ninety-first step.

The nine hundred and ninety-second step.

...

The nine hundred and ninety-eighth step.

The final step.

Jiang Bai stood before the steps, gazing at the gate of light that lay within arm’s reach.

Just one more step was all that was needed.

But his legs refused to lift.

He stood there, trembling uncontrollably.

Just one step away.

He told himself inwardly.

Just that very last step.

He took a deep breath, mustered every last shred of his strength, and stepped forward.

The gate of light burst open before his eyes.

A nine-colored radiance engulfed his entire being.

A warm yet potent force surged into his body, mending his nearly shattered frame. Fatigue, pain, weakness... they receded like a retreating tide.

Jiang Bai stood within the gate of light, eyes closed, sensing the power flowing through his veins.

His Soul Power was skyrocketing.

Level ninety-seven...

Level ninety-eight...

Ultimately, it settled at Level ninety-eight.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes were now deeper and brighter than ever before.

...

"Congratulations, Inheritor, on completing the Fifth Trial of the Dragon God’s Divine Examination."

A majestic voice resounded within his mind. "Reward: Divinity Affinity increases by 10%; the cultivation age of all Soul Rings increases by 50,000 years."

"Trial Six begins: Within five years, slay one Level 99 Peerless Douluo, or three Titled Douluo of Level 95 or higher."

"Completion Reward: Divinity Affinity increases by 10%; the cultivation age of all Soul Rings increases by 50,000 years."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Bai fell silent for a moment.

Slay a Level 99 Peerless Douluo?

Currently, across the entire continent, there are only three Level 99 Peerless Douluo:

The Great Enshrinement of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu.

The legend of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Chen.

The High Priestess of the Sea God Island, Bo Saixi.

Jiang Bai thought it over, and the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.

That... actually shouldn’t be too difficult.

...

While Jiang Bai was occupied with his Divine Trials, the others were not idle either.

Qian Renxue was busy consolidating resources and amassing military supplies in preparation for war.

She dispatched Yue Guan and Gui Mei to inspect Spirit Hall branches across the various regions, tasked with rectifying conduct and purging corruption.

Those bishops who had previously abused the authority of the Spirit Hall to line their own pockets were rooted out one by one; some were stripped of their titles, while others were thrown into prison.

Internally, the Spirit Hall was undergoing an unprecedented purge.

And all of this was in preparation for the impending war.

...

Bi Ji returned to the small tower to resume her cultivation.

Finding no one to play with, Jiang Lier grew so bored that she had no choice but to cultivate as well.

...

Ye Lingling returned to Heaven Dou City.

The Ye Residence.

In the garden within the back courtyard, she sat upon a stone stool, facing her mother, Ye Linglong.

Ye Linglong retained her characteristic air of enduring grace and charm; clad in a long black gown, she exuded an elegant temperament. Yet, in her eyes at this moment, there flickered a hint of worry.

"Lingling, are you saying... that you want us to move to Spirit City?"

Ye Lingling nodded.

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is located in Spirit City, and that is where I must cultivate from now on. The Ye Clan... should move there as well."

"Besides... war is about to break out here very soon..."

Ye Linglong fell silent for a moment.

She knew, of course, that her daughter was right.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect currently stands at the head of the Upper Three Sects, and with the Spirit Hall backing them, relocating would bring nothing but benefits to the Ye Clan.

Yet, Heaven Dou City was the place where they had lived for so many years.

It was hard to let go.

Ye Lingling gazed at her mother; within those vacant eyes, a fleeting trace of tenderness flickered—so subtle it was barely perceptible.

"Mom, even after we move, you can still come back to visit often."

Ye Linglong sighed and took her daughter’s hand.

"Alright. Mom will do as you say."

...

Shui Bing’er, too, had been sent home by Jiang Bai to help persuade her family.

Heavenly Water City—the Shui Clan Estate.

The carriage came to a halt before the estate gates.

No sooner had Shui Bing’er stepped out of the carriage than a figure came rushing out from the entrance.

"Bing’er—!"

Shui Bing’er’s mother swept her into a tight embrace, her eyes turning red with sheer excitement.

"Mom," Shui Bing’er murmured, gently returning her mother’s embrace in a soft, tender voice.

Her mother finally let go, stepping back to look her up and down, her eyes brimming with pride.

"I’ve heard all about it! You absolutely dazzled everyone at the recent Sect Supremacy Tournament, crushing all those so-called geniuses! You truly are your mother’s pride and joy!"

Shui Bing’er smiled gently. "That is entirely thanks to our Sect Master."

Her mother nodded vigorously.

"I know, I know! You are now one of the Upper Three Sects—the greatest sect in the entire world!"

She grasped Shui Bing’er’s hands, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Oh, by the way, Bing’er—I heard people talking... is it true that you possess a 100,000-year Spirit Ring?!"

Shui Bing’er nodded. "It is."

She raised her hand, and her Spirit Rings slowly began to rise into the air.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Red!

The six Spirit Rings shimmered brilliantly beneath the sunlight. The final ring—a deep, blood-red hue—exuded an aura that sent a shiver of awe through the soul.

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