Chapter 680: Chapter 415 Thousands of Great Laws_2

Logan’s words indeed enlightened everyone; previously they had stubbornly believed that they must secure the opportunity from the Sanctuary Powerhouse above the Holy See to ascend to a higher level, but in reality, no one had ever assured them of this.

With not much time left, instead of waiting until the light goes out, they might as well cultivate vigorously while they can. With the Heavenly Ladder as assistance, even if there’s only a one in ten thousand chance.

“We have always relied on ourselves on this journey, everyone has cultivated step by step to the Holy See. We should have understood this principle long ago; after all, opportunity is just an external factor.”

Even the somewhat impatient Wexler Daoist nodded his head at this moment. He didn’t know if he could reach the realm above the Holy See, but cultivation offered hope, and killing each other would definitely be useless.

Watching everyone continue with their cultivation, Logan breathed a sigh of relief, finally regaining some peace for himself, and continued to sit cross-legged to delve into his studies.

During the argument, Holy Daoist at the forefront was not affected at all, and had already advanced a few more steps, widening the gap with everyone else.

However, Holy Daoist didn’t dare to be negligent because he couldn’t guarantee success until the very last step; understanding was unpredictable and anything could happen.

In the past, he had seen a Mythical Realm Cultivator enlighthening in a moment of insight and breaking through to the Holy See, surpassing others by hundreds of years.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed. From the original several hundred steps of the Heavenly Ladder, Holy Daoist was already on the two-hundred-something step. As soon as he grasped the threshold of a step’s laws, he would immediately move down to the next, therefore his efficiency and speed were extremely fast.

Cloud Sky Taoist was also comparatively quick but was still over a hundred steps behind Holy Daoist. Not to mention the other dozens of Holy Sees who, after three days, had only managed a few steps.

Logan hadn’t moved up even a single step, constantly cultivating the Thunder and Lightning Laws on this level. Although he had already achieved a certain proficiency, since it was for the sake of training, he must reach Great Achievement.

It’s better to master one of the several hundred laws than to study them cursorily. Doing so can multiply combat capability; being too broad risks mastery of none.

Several more days passed, and Holy Daoist had already climbed most of the steps, leaving only thirty-odd steps remaining. However, due to cultivating too many laws of the Great Law, Holy Daoist suffered from a splitting headache, as if his spirit sea was in chaos and he began to confuse reality with illusion.

Even he became bewildered, the myriad laws running wild within his divine consciousness without any pattern. He hurriedly sat down to meditate for a few hours, barely managing to bring himself back to a semblance of peace. He knew he couldn’t continue any further, as he certainly wouldn’t be able to bear it on his own.

But seeing that there were only thirty-odd steps left, and he was a step away from the opportunity, was he supposed to give up just like that? Holy Daoist felt extremely reluctant. To extend his lifespan and step into the next realm, he had no other choice.

Step by step, he continued to ascend, Holy Daoist’s steps firm. He had already been on the edge of life and death, but all of this was unknown to Wexler Daoist and others below.

Instead, they each looked on with envy, seeing the gap of over a hundred steps: “Alas, it seems the opportunity belongs to Holy Daoist. In the end, we are just a backdrop!”

“Isn’t that the truth, what a pity. However, Logan, who shone so brilliantly in the first two trials, might be the last standing, still at that level.”

Someone took over the conversation, pointing to Logan below: “After all, he’s just in the Dominator Realm. To learn the laws at this stage is naturally as difficult as ascending to heaven, requiring at least a Quasi-Saint Powerhouse to manage it.”

“He’s stuck at the level of the Thunder and Lightning Laws. Among the thousands of laws, thunder and lightning are definitely a cultivator’s nightmare, something to be feared by even those with high realms; it’s also one of the hardest laws to practise.”

“Regardless of who gets the opportunity in the end, we must remember Logan’s favor and take him out of the Ancient Secret Realm.” At this moment, Wexler Daoist’s feelings were complicated. He knew the gap between himself and Holy Daoist was too great, so if he couldn’t get the opportunity, he hoped that Logan would.

However, the Holy Daoist was of good character, and it was unlikely he would trouble everyone, especially since Logan had helped the Saint Sky Sect time and again. As the Supreme Elder of the Saint Sky Sect, he indeed owed Logan a considerable favor.

Logan had been cultivating the Thunder and Lightning Laws all along, and he had always used the Thunder Tribulation to temper himself during his breakthroughs. Having a natural affinity with thunder and lightning, and having once used an array to slay two Sanctuary Powerhouses with Heavenly Thunder, reaching the Great Perfection of the Thunder and Lightning Laws was one of Logan’s obsessions.

After another day had passed, Logan opened his eyes, and simultaneously, a terrifying aura spread from him. In an instant, a black cloud full of thunder and lightning formed in the sky. In the next moment, countless Laws converged within it, and a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, as if intending to destroy Logan.

With one hand raised, Logan crushed the lightning bolt and then laughed heartily, “Is this the Thunder and Lightning Laws? Truly formidable indeed.”

Not only had Logan achieved Great Perfection in his cultivation of the Thunder and Lightning Laws, but he also took a step further from the Dominator Realm, reaching the threshold of the Half-step Saint Seat, the boundary between Dominator and Saint Seats. At this moment, by virtue of the Thunder and Lightning Laws, Logan could truly stand shoulder to shoulder with a Sanctuary Powerhouse.

This scene, naturally, shocked everyone present. Being Sanctuary Powerhouses themselves, they could clearly see that Logan had completely mastered the Thunder and Lightning Laws. It’s worth noting that previously, Logan was merely in the Dominator Realm, and for Cultivators to cultivate the Laws, they had to be above Quasi-Saints.

Even as Sanctuary Powerhouses who had cultivated several Laws, they had merely crossed the threshold, but who could achieve Great Perfection as Logan did? The mere thought was terrifying.

During this period, the Holy Daoist climbed dozens more layers, and now, with only one tier left, he could finally see the top of the stairs: a large platform shrouded in mist, veiling whatever lay upon it. However, one could guess it was definitely a chance of destiny.

The Holy Daoist had cultivated hundreds of Laws, and his sea of consciousness could not digest them all. At this point, he was in complete disarray. If not for his determination to obtain this chance, he would have likely collapsed.

The other dozens of Sanctuary Powerhouses had made it only a third of the way and had by then given up, their eyes fixed on the Holy Daoist above, eager to see him take the final step.

Time swiftly passed, and after three days, the Holy Daoist finally stepped onto the platform at the apex of the Heavenly Ladder, leaving everyone relieved yet despondent.

In the next moment, the Heavenly Ladder dissipated, and everyone began to fall. Fortunately, the Laws in the air had vanished, and everyone could now use spatial and flying techniques.

Everyone flew up to the topmost layer of what was the Heavenly Ladder, but due to the fog, they could not discern what chance lay there. However, the mist swiftly cleared, and in the Holy Daoist’s hands was an ancient, tattered book.

This book was simple and worn, leaving the dozens of onlookers unable to discern its significance: “Is this the so-called chance? It shouldn’t be, has that Powerhouse truly left behind just this?”

As the Holy Daoist flipped it open, in that instant, a terrifying presence descended, followed by the condensation of a humanoid figure, grand yet ephemeral and ancient.

“I am known as the Cloud Sky Spirit, Master of the Ancient Secret Realm, of the Saint Emperor Realm,” said the ethereal old man as he stroked his beard, clarifying his identity to the crowd.

“I have long passed away, and this Ancient Secret Realm is my final resting place. I’ve left behind a portion of destiny, hoping that the fated one will find it, yet this wait has lasted for thousands of years.”

“This consciousness of mine is about to dissipate, and I hardly expected anyone to arrive. The few dozen people here are all Sanctuary Powerhouses, which truly surprises me. The three trials I set up were actually to test one’s insight. Once a Cultivator reaches the Sanctuary level, they often become stubborn and lose their insight.”

Overcome with excitement, the Holy Daoist eagerly asked, “I am the one who has obtained the chance. My lifespan is not long; how can I advance to the Saint Emperor Realm?”

“If you are wise, you should realize that the hundreds of tiers of the Heavenly Ladder are one of the chances. It took me a hundred years to find three hundred Laws, and another hundred to construct it, which must be of great benefit to Cultivators. It seems every one of you has gained something.”

“As for this book, it contains the essence of my life’s learning. Cultivators can use the skills and experiences within to make their cultivation twice as effective. As for how to extend the lifespan of a Sanctuary Powerhouse, I came up with quite a few methods in my time, all of which are recorded in this book.”