Step—
Step—
Chu Feng took two more steps in succession. After those two steps, he had already arrived at the fifth tier.
At this moment, Chu Feng was drenched in sweat and pale in the face. The pressure was even harder to withstand than he had anticipated, and the pain was even more difficult to bear than he had expected.
However, Chu Feng still did not stop. His feet moved upward, and he took two more consecutive steps, arriving at the seventh tier.
In the Chu Heavenly Clan, only a very small number of people had ever been able to set foot on this seventh tier. And anyone who could reach it would be hailed as a dragon among men, revered by thousands. Even those of status within the Chu Heavenly Clan would not dare to treat lightly any junior who managed to ascend to the seventh tier.
After all, the current Clan Master of the Chu Heavenly Clan had only reached the seventh tier himself.
However, this was not Chu Feng's goal. With great difficulty, Chu Feng raised his foot and stepped onto the eighth tier.
Step—
Success. One of Chu Feng's feet landed firmly on the eighth tier, surpassing the current Clan Master of the Chu Heavenly Clan, surpassing many within the Chu Heavenly Clan.
This eighth tier, throughout all of history, had been reached by only three people.
Those were his grandfather, Chu Hanxian.
His father, Chu Xuanyuan.
And the ancestor of the Chu Heavenly Clan, Chu Yetianhong.
But Chu Feng had set his target from the very beginning, and that target was not the eighth tier — it was the ninth.
He needed to reach the same heights as his grandfather and father. Otherwise, he would feel he had disgraced their names, disgraced the inheritance his father had given him.
With that thought, Chu Feng clenched his teeth and resolutely moved his right foot, which had been lingering on the seventh tier. He did not stop at the eighth tier — instead, he stepped directly toward the ninth.
Step—
Finally, Chu Feng's foot came down, but it did not land on the ninth tier. It landed on the eighth tier.
Chu Feng's legs were trembling violently, as though they had nearly lost the ability to support his body, ready to buckle at any moment.
But outwardly, he was still holding together. The agony brought by the eight layers of lightning raging within him was the true torture — it was simply beyond what an ordinary person could endure.
At this moment, Chu Feng's lips had turned purple. He felt completely powerless, without even the strength to move a single step, let alone ascend to the ninth tier, which still carried an immense pressure that made it extraordinarily difficult to step onto.
"Feng'er, don't push yourself." At that moment, Chu Xuanyuan spoke up. He had already seen that Chu Feng had reached his limit.
As for Zi Ling, the old ape, and the blind elder — they did not even dare to speak, fearing they might disturb Chu Feng. All they could do was stare at him intently, worry filling their eyes.
Yet, after hearing his father's words of counsel, Chu Feng — who clearly could not take another step — suddenly felt his blood boil and his qi surge. A powerful force erupted within him once more.
And so, with his left foot planted firmly on the eighth tier, Chu Feng raised his right foot and stepped toward the ninth.
Step—
It came down. Chu Feng's right foot landed on the ninth tier. He had successfully ascended to the ninth tier.
Ahh—
However, the very instant his foot touched the ninth tier, he let out a cry — a piercing, agonized scream.
Boom—
Immediately after, a thunderous explosion erupted from the ninth tier, and Chu Feng was launched outward like an arrow loosed from its bow.
Yet although Chu Feng was sent floating upward, he was not blasted away entirely. Instead, he hovered above the Nine Heavens Lightning Platform.