Chapter 525.
The arrogant tone and dismissive words instantly ignited everyone's anger, as if their blood had been set ablaze.
Wang Feng, however, remained completely unfazed. With steady steps, he quickly ascended to the 100th floor. But upon reaching it, the pressure around him suddenly intensified—marking a true qualitative change.
Though Wang Feng's figure paused briefly, he showed no signs of strain. His speed remained constant, unaffected by the increasing pressure. The divine glow of the Sea God still bathed Sea God Mountain, illuminating the thousand-–tiered steps that stretched high into the sky.
Step by step, Wang Feng advanced calmly, occasionally admiring the surrounding scenery. His pace was relaxed yet steady. He had already circled the spiral staircase several times before anyone realized—he had reached the 200th floor.
Although his speed seemed slow, in Tang San's eyes, it was utterly terrifying. It had taken their group five full months of grueling effort for only Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing to break through the 100th steps. Yet the White Pontifff had reached the 200th steps in under an hour.
What was even more shocking—his speed had not slowed down at all.
This meant he hadn't even come close to reaching his limit.
By the second hour, Wang Feng had ascended another hundred steps.
At that point, Tang San's group, who had initially tried to follow his method of uniform ascent, were already exhausted. They gave up and began meditating on fixed steps to recover.
In the third hour, Wang Feng climbed to the 400th steps.
Having regained some strength, Tang San and the others looked up at the shrinking figure above, stunned into silence.
"His speed hasn't changed at all…" Oscar muttered, eyes wide. "Is he even human? Just look at the height—he's already past the 400th steps!"
Silence followed.
"We've really underestimated him," Bai Chenxiang whispered in awe.
But it wasn't just underestimation—it was a vast difference.
When they saw Wang Feng calmly walk past the 500th steps without slowing down, a chill ran down everyone's spine. The sheer gap in strength felt like standing before a ten-foot-tall mountain—insurmountable and overwhelming.
It wasn't until he stepped past the 500 steps that Wang Feng began to feel some pressure. But even that wasn't enough to truly test his limits. It merely added slight strain to his physically honed body. His pace remained steady.
At the 600th steps, the pressure noticeably increased. For the first time, Wang Feng's speed began to shift subtly. The day was already well into the afternoon.
Wang Feng decided to accelerate.
Maintaining a uniform speed would have drained too much soul power, and he risked running out before reaching his limit. So, he pushed harder.
"He's accelerating!" someone gasped.
Tang San's group squinted upwards at a steep 75-degree angle, struggling to even track the tiny figure far above.
Indeed, Wang Feng's pace quickened dramatically. He began leaping across steps, nearly flying up the staircase. Before long, he had reached the 700th step.
The pressure at this height was monstrous—unimaginable for most. Even Tang San, the strongest among them, couldn't withstand the force at the 111th step and had been forced back.
"Is something wrong with him?" Oscar asked, confused.
"He hasn't used any self-enhancement soul skill, nor revealed his martial soul yet… But doesn't he have multiple soul bones?"
Tang San narrowed his eyes.
"Yes," he said slowly, "and that makes it even more terrifying."
By now, Wang Feng's figure had vanished into the sky. None of them could see him clearly anymore. The divine light of the Sea God obscured their vision, and even Tang San could only detect a faint silhouette—unable to accurately guess Wang Feng's exact level.
Meanwhile, Bo Saixi watched silently, eyes narrowed. She had no idea what his limit might be.
How far could he go?
On the mountainside, Wang Feng's expression darkened. His steps became heavy, his pace had now slowed significantly—and eventually, he stopped altogether.
He had reached the 857th step.
To reach this point, Wang Feng had relied on the power of his blood line like power and the support of four powerful soul bones to alleviate the crushing pressure. He was approaching his true limit.
If he had used his martial soul, he might have reached the 900th step.
Still, the climb through the Sea God's Light hadn't consumed much of his spiritual energy. Compared to the oppressive deep sea, this environment was even pleasant here. Whenever he grew weary, he could rest, take in the scenery, or even descend a few levels to cultivate.
Mentally, he felt no burden.
But physically—especially in terms of soul power—the cost was immense. The pressure on his body rivaled even the deep sea's torment.
Thankfully, Wang Feng had already survived the deep-sea trial, which had greatly enhanced his physical resilience to another level. At this point, his level 70 soul power intensity and quantity was comparable to that of a Titled Douluo.
In the end, without any enhancements, Wang Feng forced himself to climb to the 900th step.
An achievement that left everyone in awe—even though they couldn't witness it all.
Upon reaching the 900th step, Wang Feng felt as though he had entered another world. The oppressive force of the Sea God's Light made it seem like his entire body was being crushed by an invisible weight. The sensation was surreal—almost as if space itself was shifting around him.
"One hundred and one more steps to go," Wang Feng murmured.
He carefully assessed the soul power remaining in his body, as well as the physical strain he could endure. Based on his calculations and the rate of increase in pressure, he estimated that he could probably reach up to the 990th step. As for the final eleven steps, they would likely take at least a month to conquer.
'Bo Saixi is still watching… This is a good place to stop for now,' Wang Feng thought, shaking his head. He activated his blood line like power—he had indeed reached his current limit.
"Time to put a little pressure on Xiaosan and the others."
He looked up at the sky. The night above the sea was breathtaking—filled with sparkling stars. It didn't feel dark at all. The heavens glowed like a vast canopy of light. The stars twinkled gently, and a moon, wide and disc-like, bathed the world in a pale, cold glow.
Compared to the dark, empty abyss of the deep sea, this place felt like paradise—peaceful, quiet, and beautiful.
"Your limit should be higher than this."
Bo Saixi's gaze lingered on Wang Feng, standing mid-air on the stairs. Her eyes sparkled with deep understanding.
The difference between enduring the crushing depths of 5,500 meters underwater and scaling all 1,001 layers of the Sea God's Light lay in the final few floors.
Especially that last one.
Wang Feng had withstood the immense pressure of the deep sea, all while controlling the three Sea God's Locks. By her estimate, his current limit had to be beyond the 950th step. Certainly not just the 900th.
"When you're ready to absorb the God-bestowed soul ring," she said gently, "let me know."
Without waiting for a reply, Bo Saixi vanished from the sky.
Wang Feng paused, then looked up toward the final 100 floors.
He resumed walking—but something felt off.
'This Sea God's Light trial… It's too easy,' he thought.
'If I follow my current pace, I'll reach the top in under a month. It's definitely difficult, but not on the same level as the previous two trials.'
Something didn't sit right.
When compared to the trials of –deep-sea sinking or subduing the three powerful sea soul beasts, the Sea God's Light felt... manageable. Especially considering the difficulty of those two trials combined.
'These 1,001 steps... there's something strange about them. Why is there even a 1,001st step? Wouldn't a thousand floors have been enough?'
Wang Feng chuckled to himself.
'Anyone with OCD would go crazy just seeing that one extra step.'
He descended to somewhere above the 800th step, then sat cross-legged and entered meditation.
His soul power had been nearly depleted. Though his level was already at 70, further level advancement wasn't yet possible. However, through quiet cultivation, he could replenish his reserves. With the help of the Meteoric Tear, he could also refine the incoming God-bestowed soul ring, which might push him closer to the next breakthrough.
Wang Feng had deliberately delayed absorbing the soul ring—he wanted to raise his limits even further, to prepare his body to handle something far more powerful.
By his current estimation, he could probably withstand a soul ring that had cultivated for four to five hundred thousand years.
Perhaps even more.
A hundred thousand -year-old soul ring for the seventh soul ring was already an astonishing feat. But for his eighth, Wang Feng was confident he could take on an even higher threshold.
'But where can I even find a million-year-old soul beast?' he mused.
Creatures of that level were practically divine—most had already stepped halfway into godhood. They were exceedingly rare, if not extinct.
Closing his eyes, Wang Feng let his mind sink into the sea of consciousness. His spiritual power surged like a great river, flowing freely.
In that instant, it felt as if the natural stars above glowed even brighter. The moonlight descended from the heavens, illuminating him like a being from the ancient myths.
The energy of heaven and earth began to swirl around him.
Beneath the starlit sky, the calm sea began to ripple, stirred by the shift in the natural flow of energy. Even atop Sea God Mountain, where not a single breeze could be felt under the Sea God's Light, a soft wind began to stir—born from the surrounding energy waves.
Soon, endless spiritual energy surged from the heavens, converging around Sea God Mountain and flowing madly toward Wang Feng.
The gentle breeze gradually strengthened, transforming into a gust, then a fierce wind, and finally a howling hurricane. In the blink of an eye, it surged into a terrifying energy tornado that engulfed most of Sea God Mountain.
At its very center sat Wang Feng—still as a mountain, glowing with radiant light. Unmoved by the chaos around him, he remained in deep meditation, calmly absorbing the vast energy that flooded toward him, as if summoned by his will.
Meanwhile, on the 50th floor…
Tang San and the others, exhausted from a full day of training, were in the middle of their cultivation. The moment the first breeze swept through, all nine of them opened their eyes simultaneously.
"Where's this wind coming from?" Dai Mubai asked, puzzled. "It feels like the energy here has suddenly gotten stronger."
The others nodded in agreement.
After five months of cultivating on these steps, they had become intimately familiar with the area. The Sea God's Light always provided steady, pressurized energy—perfect for refining soul power—but the surrounding soul energy had never fluctuated like this.
This was different.
The breeze wasn't just cool air—it carried a dense, surging wave of soul energy.
And the Sea God's Light, which normally blocked most external forces, wasn't stopping it.
As everyone looked around, the breeze intensified. Within less than two minutes, the wind had grown into a violent gale. Waves of energy poured in from the outside, crashing against the Sea God's Light and forcing their way through its defenses.
"What's going on?" Oscar raised his hand and felt the rush of intense energy swirl past.
The higher the altitude, the denser and more concentrated the energy felt.
"Could this be a gift from Senior Bo Saixi?" Ma Hongjun speculated, looking up toward the sky.
"There's no reason for that," Shen Lingqi said thoughtfully. "It feels more like Sea God Island itself is drawing in the energy of heaven and earth. That would explain why it's suddenly so rich here… wait, it's changing again!"
Their brief exchange was quickly overtaken by the force of nature unfolding around them.
The gentle wind had now become a true hurricane.
It felt as if Sea God Mountain had initiated an energy feast—an all-out absorption of heaven and earth's natural power. The sudden shift sent chills through the group.
They didn't even need to cultivate—the energy was flooding into them involuntarily.
Their faces changed drastically.
"Quick! Start cultivating now!" Tang San ordered urgently.
Without hesitation, the other eight immediately sat down and entered meditation, beginning their cultivation on the spot.
They didn't know what had caused this phenomenon, nor could they afford to question it. The energy storm was overwhelming, and hesitation could lead to missed opportunity—or worse, damage from energy overload.
Now was the time to absorb everything they could.
Far above them, near the 800th step…
Wang Feng wasn't just meditating for personal cultivation.
He was also using his immense spiritual power to guide and manipulate the energy, drawing it in great waves toward Sea God Mountain.
His presence was triggering a massive energy resonance—causing the entire mountain to become the center of a soul energy vortex. Energy from the heavens and the earth surged like a raging river, converging around Wang Feng and washing over the mountain like a tide.
And this… was just the beginning.
That was why such terrifying momentum had been created.
The purpose was simple—not only to cultivate for himself but also to allow Tang San and the others below to benefit from the energy surge.
Five months ago, when Wang Feng had cultivated alongside Hu Liena and the other two, his spiritual power had been like a gentle stream—barely enough to stir the surroundings. But now, it had grown into a torrential river. The moment he entered meditation, it caused a massive surge of energy across Sea God Mountain.
Moreover, Wang Feng was consciously controlling the energy density around him with his spiritual power. Without that deliberate control, the energy flow wouldn't have reached Tang San and the others so far below. Back then, Hu Liena had been close to him, so she'd naturally benefited. Now, he had to expand his control zone to help others from a distance.
This was one of the greatest advantages of enhanced spiritual power—it massively boosted meditation efficiency.
It was also one of the reasons why Tang San's cultivation speed in the later stages was significantly faster than the others. The boost from spiritual power alone could transform the entire pace of one's progress.
Time slipped by unnoticed during cultivation.
The moon silently retreated, and dawn quietly broke.
Wang Feng opened his eyes, a satisfied look on his face.
'Cultivating here really is far more comfortable than in the deep sea,' he thought.
In the deep sea, he had to rely on a Blue Flag to absorb energy from the surroundings. Here, that wasn't necessary. The natural concentration of soul energy, combined with his spiritual control, was enough.
Though his soul power level hadn't advanced yet, he had accumulated a large reserve. Once he obtained the God-bestowed soul ring, his level would likely rise sharply.
"I wonder how much the others have improved..." Wang Feng muttered. "Just increasing the energy concentration may not be enough."
He leapt lightly into the air, descending from the upper levels of the staircase all the way to the first floor in a single smooth movement.
This time, his goal was different—he intended to apply pressure on Tang San and the others. At their current pace, it would take them nearly a year to complete the trial. That was too slow.
Meanwhile, at the 50th floor…
All nine of Tang San's group opened their eyes at the same time.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had been cultivating on the 50th floor.
Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Shen Lingqi were scattered slightly below—on the 40th, 42nd, and 35th floors respectively.
Bai Chenxiang was positioned lower, cultivating on the 20th floor.
Despite the different levels, they were all relatively close—within ten to fifteen meters of each other.
As they opened their eyes, none of them spoke.
A heavy silence fell over the group.
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