The surroundings have completely changed. It was probably similar to the legendary starry sky, where stars of various colors were shining in the distant sky. They were all so bright, just so silent in the dome, without even blinking their eyes.

But those stars are out of reach, real and reachable, only this metal rope ladder in front of you.

It's probably the true path of the gods.

Around the rope ladder, there is a faint curtain of light, in the light curtain, if there is no cloud up and down, just by the eye to observe, the higher it goes, the more the cloud jumps more and more violently. Obviously, Qi Lang had no choice but to climb all the way down the rope ladder.

Without any hesitation, Qi Lang has begun a new journey!

The metal pillar was frozen to the bone, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen into ice as soon as the palm of his hand touched slightly, but Qi Lang believed that he could conquer it, just like conquering the blood pool hell before, like conquering the unattainable spire. He can be sure that if he climbs this tall and endless pillar, all the answers will be revealed.

The violent wind blew more and more violently, blowing so that Qi Lang couldn't open his eyes, his arms were sore and swollen, and that sour swelling penetrated into the bone joints, as if hundreds of millions of man-eating ants had suddenly entered his body, which were greedily chewing his flesh and bones at the moment.

But that kind of test was not too much of a problem for Qi Lang at all, after all, in the trial of the Siyang Stone, he had just undergone thousands of painful reincarnations, which were countless painful and boring solo journeys, with no end in sight and no goal. And this time, Qi Lang already knew where his goal was, at the top of the high clouds, at the end of the sky that his vision could not reach.

In addition, this climbing journey was not lonely, because a voice kept ringing in his ears, constantly reminding him of the meaning of climbing and constantly giving him encouragement. Although the howling of the wind was louder than the roar of tens of thousands of lions, the voice in his ears was always clear and unambiguous: "If you are walking through hell, keep going." ”

It was an old and kind voice, sometimes full of pity and compassion, sometimes stern and terrifying, but no matter what language the teacher in the void changed, it only meant kindness to Qi Lang's ears—because the voice came from a kind elder, Grandpa Luo Wu.

"Kid, you're getting closer. He said, "Get rid of all distractions, and now you just have to remember two words – perseverance!"

Qi Lang nodded vigorously into the void. It was indeed quite a laborious movement, because it required overcoming great wind resistance, and even if Qi Lang raised his head a little more, he was likely to be blown down the ladder by the powerful wind. But what is even more laborious is undoubtedly the persistence that is even more difficult to practice.

Qi Lang insisted. Not only did he walk on the Siyang Stone without knowing the years, but he had been persevering since his homeland fell and he was sold to the Luman Empire as a humble slave.

He persevered with the whips and never-ending toils of the demonic guards, the thrilling hours of breakthrough in the Snow Wolf Canyon, the strange gaze in the Whirlwind barracks, the deep pockets of the Fata Valley, and the dangers of returning to his homeland......

As an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child, Qi Lang has endured too many hardships that ordinary people can't endure, but as a king who is about to face the inexplicable greatest calamity, Qi Lang still has more hardships to persevere. The current climb can only be regarded as a small test, although it is more difficult than before, but it is by no means the biggest difficulty he will face.

"Is that all?" Qi Lang asked with a smile, ignoring the fact that the wind was almost peeling off his face, "the oncoming wind should be stronger, otherwise the sense of accomplishment that success will not be satisfying." ”

Grandpa could hear the little one's arrogant provocation, so he laughed too, his voice full of appreciation. Qi Lang's request was satisfied—the wind was stronger, as if it was not the formless and insubstantial flow of extreme air that was pouring down in the air, but knives, endless knives!

"Just in time!" Qi Lang laughed, as if he was tasting the taste of those knives, and laughed with great satisfaction, "As expected, grandpa, you are a naughty guy like me!"

But Grandpa's voice was gone. His divine consciousness only remained here, which should mean that the elder who was infinitely close to the spirit had only arrived here in the end. For some reason, he gave up here, gave up halfway, and for the rest of the journey, Qi Lang would fall into real loneliness. But Qi Lang didn't care, he was mentally and physically prepared for the lonely climb. He laughed as he struggled to climb, as if he were challenging the god who had laid down his test, and as if he were proving his fortitude to the god.

Time has passed about a year or two, and in the hard climbing, Qi Lang has condensed a hundred-meter-long ice hanging behind him, which looks like a moving iceberg. The iceberg was slow, but it never stopped climbing. However, although his appearance had condensed into ice, Qi Lang's heart was a fiery mess, which was the embodiment of the simultaneous action of the two combat powers of the warrior and the cultivator, and it was also the heat brought by the rapid operation of the crazy energy contained in the four wolf tooth necklaces.

When it comes to combat ability, Qi Lang has indeed improved. With the aura absorbed by walking on the steps of the minaret, Qi Lang's energy accumulation in the cultivator has broken through the threshold of the sage, and the spiritual bead that has been carried in his arms has been absorbed into his body unconsciously, although from the appearance, he does not seem to have undergone any changes, but Qi Lang himself knows it clearly - the invisible pipe has become thick and strong, and the internal qi running in it has also been transformed from the original stream into a river. Although there is no way to confirm, Qi Lang should have reached the level of the Sage, which is the master level that every cultivator dreams of, and the two unsurpassed divine techniques of flying to the sky and summoning sword souls will be easily realized.

The powerful internal qi seemed to ignite a fire in Qi Lang's body, and the training of the warrior made each of his cells extremely strong, and it was precisely under the effect of these two abilities that Qi Lang was able to resist the violent wind and the low temperature close to minus 100 degrees, which was probably the main reason why he could reach the heights that his grandfather could not reach.

On the other hand, the strength of the body is not really strong, but the main reason for the growth of the heart. And the strongest thing in Qi Lang's heart lies in his persistence. Whether it is the illusion of Siyang refining stones, or the climbing of the Tongtian Divine Tower, Qi Lang finally reached the end of victory, relying only on the word persistence. It is the persistence of abandoning all distracting thoughts and working tirelessly towards only one goal, and it is also the persistence of enduring all pain and putting the physical and mental injuries behind!

No matter how fierce the wind is, it only penetrates the muscles and bones, but the powerful will condensed by persistence is a heaven-breaking divine sword, enough to split the chaos in front of you, enough to pierce the dark void!

Qi Lang at this moment is a fearless brave!

He had reached a level that no one had ever reached before. It is undeniable that it was something he could have achieved by standing on his grandfather's shoulders, but more importantly, he bravely took on an unprecedented challenge. Although he never really understood the significance of this challenge, there was only one reason that was enough to keep him going, and that reason was to break the inexplicable crisis. He needs to get stronger, and he also knows that this climbing path will make him stronger, so he must be brave enough to persevere and climb all the way until he reaches the pinnacle of victory.

Qi Lang at this moment is a proud fighter!

He is glad that he chose this difficult climb, because the process of climbing is extremely difficult, but in the process, he has achieved unprecedented achievements. That's not the most important thing, at least in Qi Lang's opinion, it's not a big achievement at all. The point is that he found that he was capable of taking on any challenge, and he found that he had the courage to take on any challenge. He is proud that he has made such a choice, because it means that the innate psychology of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages has left him, and he dares to choose difficulties and dare to face difficulties, isn't that a growth to be proud of?

The wind blew more violently, and Qi Lang seemed to be in the midst of the most formidable hurricane in the world, as if every time he moved up, he would be torn to pieces by the violent wind, but he was still holding on, fearlessly persevering.

He had heard of that hurricane, a hurricane that supposedly swept across the entire Atlantic Ocean and lasted all year round! Wherever the hurricane passed, even the bottomless ocean would be pulled into the air in patches, leaving a huge vortex covering an area of about one million square kilometers in its place, as if the blade of the gods had carved an incomparably huge mark on the sea. It has an intimidating name, the Whirlwind - that's where the Whirlwind comes from!

But what about the hurricane? it couldn't stop him, for he was the proudest and bravest warrior the Spinner Blade had ever seen!

Qi Lang is still climbing, against the violent wind, going up against the wind!

He knew he was nearing the end of victory, for he had seen that, right in the center of the storm, a multicolored wheel of light was lying in front of him like a shield, slowly spinning and emitting a soft light.

1,000 meters, 500 meters, 100 meters......

He's near, and the end is just around the corner!