Gu Li stopped as well at about three-quarters of the way up and sat down cross-legged for meditation.


    Tang San passed him and continued upward.


    By this point, the pressure became increasingly intense, and the invisible sharpness of the sword intent was exerting a powerful impact on the world of the spirit. ording to Tang San''s estimation, those with a bloodline cultivation level and spiritual power below the Ninth Stage would likely be unable to continue upwards.


    Although his own cultivation base had not reached the Ninth Stage, he could easily cope thanks to his variety of powerful bloodline strengths, coupled with spiritual power at the peak of the Ninth Stage.


    Continuing upward without thepany of hispanions, Tang San actually quickened his pace.


    He vaguely felt that for the pces of the Great Demon Emperors and the Heavenly Spirit Emperors, the process of ascending was, in fact, a search for one''s own path of cultivation. When faced with the aura of a Great Demon Emperor''s pcepatible with one''s bloodline talent, the effect was the best. But if the attributes differed, the effect would be greatly diminished.


    Without doubt, the Sword Saint Pce was suitable for Wu Bingji and Cheng Zicheng, especially for Cheng Zicheng. Therefore, it was more appropriate for them to cultivate here, and it was not necessary to visit all the pces. Finding the one that suited oneself was the best option.


    As for Tang San himself, his variety of bloodlines naturally made it suitable for him to visit more pces for insight, to gain greater benefits, and to better understand this world.


    Step by step, Tang San was gradually nearing the summit. As he quickened his ascent, the Spiritual Power was furtherpressed by the influence of the sword beam, centering divine consciousness within the Spiritual Power. Afterpression, thepacted Spiritual Power naturally refined the divine consciousness, merging into it. At this moment, Tang San was essentially using external forces to help convert his Spiritual Power into divine consciousness.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    The consumption of Spiritual Power was substantial in such a process, but no matter how great the consumption, it was absolutely worth it for him! Normally, the only way to convert Spiritual Power into divine consciousness was through slow nurturing, and now, he had the chance to transform.


    Tang San understood that this could also be a channel for the ninth-stage powerhouses of the Monster n and the Spirit n to advance to the God Rank, especially if they could cultivate in a Demon Emperor Pce or Essence Emperor Pce that matched their attributes, as it would increase the likelihood of condensing divine consciousness and breaking through. It was just unknown whether there was any price to pay for members of the Monster n, Spirit n who managed to ascend to godhood in such ces.


    Finally, Tang San was about to reach the summit, and the gates of the Sword Saint Pce were right before his eyes.


    The gate was very tall, about fifteen meters, with a triangr top. The gate was a set of double doors, currently wide open; the overwhelming sword intent was surging out from within the pce.


    Aside from Tang San, no one else had reached the mountaintop at the same time. As he stepped onto thest level, pressure did not decrease but became even more focused.


    The powerful sharp aura even caused Tang San''s skin to tingle with pain, necessitating the operation of the Lion Tiger Golden Gang to resist it.


    It must be said that the might of a first-level Bloodline was formidable, and the devouring capability of the Lion Tiger Golden Gang was extremely strong. It could even absorb some of the sword intent, making Tang San''s own aura a bit sharper. More urately, this ability of the Lion Tiger Golden Gang should be referred to as assimtion. It could assimte the opponent''s power for oneself, adding temporary attributes to one''s bloodline power.


    In other words, if the opponent''s power was sharp, then after assimtion, Lion Tiger Golden Gang would also gain a sharp attribute. This was much more powerful than the Golden Lion n''s Golden Holy Fire, which could temporarily devour an opponent''s energy but only purely increase one''s own bloodline strength.


    Bolstered by the Lion Tiger Golden Gang, Tang San steadied his form, then continued to move forward step by step, all the way to the front of the Sword Saint Pce.


    The sharp sword intent made his hair flutter without wind, dancing behind. The impact of the sword intent elerated the refining of his spiritual power, and the rapid assimtion by the Lion Tiger Golden Gang felt as if countless swords were cutting his body, yet also stimting him to grow stronger.


    Indeed, this was a great ce! Those ten Elemental Coins were well spent. Below deity level, the stronger the cultivation base, the greater the benefits one could receive here. But at deity level or beyond, the gains would probably decrease, because such pressure exerted on deities would beparatively weaker. Of course, whether it was five or ten Elemental Coins, this was already quite good. If there were significant benefits for deities as well, the price would surely not be the same.


    Tang San stood at the door for a while, gradually getting used to the sharp sensation, before he stepped into the pce.


    An odd scene urred. As he stepped into the Sword Saint Pce, the intense pressure that was present a moment ago suddenly vanished. His body felt light.


    Had Tang San not had exceptional control over himself, he might have stumbled forward with the sudden release.


    Staggering half a step, he regained control of his body. Tang San took a deep breath.


    It was such a simple inhtion, yet Tang San felt as if he was not breathing in air but a torrent—a torrent of Origin Energy. At that moment, his body seemed as if it was being filled. The pure Origin Energy entered his body, cleansing him, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. The bloodline power that he had severely depleted was quickly restored, and even his Spiritual Power, nourished by the dense Origin Energy, felt indescribablyfortable.


    He subconsciously lifted his head, and just as he did, Tang San only felt a ''boom'' as a terrifying thought instantly crashed into his Sea of Spirit.


    That irresistible sharpness was as if it would split open his skull at any moment, causing Tang San to be momentarily stunned.


    In his consciousness, a powerful presence emerged, and a cold voice echoed in his mind.


    "Do you wish to enter the Sword Saint Pce? Do you wish to submit to me?" The grandiose voice carried an incredibly domineering aura and a pressure that made Tang San''s Spiritual Power tremble.


    Such a strong will almost brought him to his knees.


    Tang San did not invoke his divine consciousness to resist. Such a terrifying spiritual thought was undoubtedly from the master of the Sword Saint Pce, the Sword Saint Big Demon Emperor. Perhaps this was only a wisp of his presence left in the Sword Saint Pce, but if Tang San were to use his divine consciousness to resist and was discovered, he would be in big trouble.


    So he desperately wrapped his Spiritual Power around his divine consciousness to prevent the intrusive thought from detecting it.


    "Do you wish to enter the Sword Saint Pce? Do you wish to submit to me?"


    The voice resounded again, the immense pressure making Tang San stagger. But he forcibly controlled his body not to kneel; instead, he sat down on the spot, guarded his spirit internally, and resisted with all his might.


    "Do you wish to enter the Sword Saint Pce? Do you wish to submit to me?"


    The voice sounded a third time, and this time, it felt as if thousands of swords were piercing through Tang San''s Sea of Spirit. The intense pain made him groan. Yet his Ninth-Stage peak Spiritual Power still barely held against this agony. He gritted his teeth and endured.


    Finally, the powerful thought receded like the tide, and Tang San''s Sea of Spirit gradually stabilized.


    All the pressure dissipated, leaving only the dense Origin Energy enveloping him.


    Tang San slowly opened his eyes.


    What appeared before him was a huge statue directly in front.


    The statue was about thirty meters tall, humanoid in shape, depicting a man in a white robe holding a ck long sword. Behind him, a pair of vast white wings spread as if ready to soar into the skies.


    There was no sharp aura emanating, but when Tang San looked at this statue, he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes and his Spiritual Power trembled.


    Such an incredibly strong presence.


    Tang San took a deep breath and slowly stood up.


    Without a doubt, this was the statue of the Sword Saint Big Demon Emperor.