When the young man heard this, he said suspiciously: "What if I can't climb up?"

"Then you'll stay here forever, with what's inside the scabbard!"

The young man couldn't help but swallow his saliva, recalling the hideousness and terror in the scabbard, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat!

He looked up at the void and asked, "You at least tell me what this platform is for, right?"

The nine floors you see represent the nine realms of cultivation, and each time you ascend to the first floor, it is a realm of the outside world. However, to ascend to the Ascension Platform, not only does it require the monk's realm, physique, and strength, but also the monk's willpower, such as sword intent!"

"Sword intent?" a ripple appeared in the young man's eyes.

"That's right, it's because of your sword intent that you got this opportunity to change your life! Speaking of which, you also want to thank Qin Zhenghe, it was he who unintentionally inserted willows and taught you that basic boxing technique, which was originally Zhao Wuji's enlightenment of the Wuxiang Sword Technique from me! In addition, you carry the secret realm, and my will has also invisibly affected you. And in the end, Li Qiushui changed back to that poem, which was actually the root of Zao Wou-ki's sword intent! Many factors have made you, an ordinary person, realize your sword intent! What is even more exaggerated is that your sword intent has actually been condensed! Invisibly, you have opened up a new road, a new road on the road! I would like to know how high you will grow in the future. ”

"Mr. Qin knows, I have also seen Li Qiushui. But who is that Zao Wou-Ki you're talking about?"

"You've seen it!"

"Is it the uncle who claims to be a dead man?" the young man suddenly remembered something again, and hurriedly asked, "I want to know what happened to Temple Village, and what will choose me? How can I save the people in the village?"

"Don't ask me about these trivia. If you can't make it, you don't need to know. If you board it, someone will tell you!"

"Okay, I want to know, is there anything else above these nine floors?"

"Do you think it's low?"

"Set a goal, if you achieve it!"

"That makes sense! There are thirteen floors in the Ascension Stage, that is to say, there are thirteen realms! Everyone in the world knows about these thirteen realms, but no one has broken the thirteen realms for many years! What I want to tell you is that there are more than thirteen, and when you reach the last layer of the Ascension Stage, you will know!"

The boy looked up, silent, but his eyes were full of determination. According to Su Ling, now the first in the spiritual realm is the twelfth realm, and now, the goal is there, the thirteenth realm, then earn this first!

The boy asked, "Has anyone ever been there?"

The voice of the void was a little disappointed: "In the past 100,000 years, only Zao Wou-Ki has gone up to the twelfth floor!"

"Twelve?"

"Yu Mutou, the twelve layers represent the twelve realms, but its strength is different from the twelve realms of the outside world! Every time you climb the floor, there will be unexpected gains! I have said everything that should be said, and I have said what should not be said. In fact...... I don't think you'll be able to make it to the first floor. Blame me for millions of years, it's too boring, looking for you to relieve your fatigue!"

"You..."

"Don't be upset, you don't have anything now, whether you walk up or climb up, you can figure it out for yourself!

"That's not what I'm trying to say!"

"Oh?"

"I want to say, you've been here for a million years, why don't you come out, or make a few friends. To be honest, this environment is a bit boring!"

"Get out?" The Void Voice was full of doubts, but after finishing speaking, there was no more sound.

"Hey, what about people? Speak! This pillar is so high, so smooth, and there are no steps, how am I going to get up?"

An hour later, Yu Mutou circled around the Feisheng platform, but he couldn't find a foothold, and the whole bluestone platform didn't have any gaps, smooth and hard!

There was still no voice to continue to speak, and the young man could only be anxious.

Time is lost little by little,