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Mo Wuji was right, Qin Yi was the first to discover the secret of the Golden Sword Energy, so he began to attack the Shocking Dragon Sword.

With a swing of the black brick onto the Jinglong Sword, Qin Yi noticed that the golden sword energy in the air seemed to become a bit thinner.

"Bang bang...!"

The golden sword energy neared, Qin Yi's black brick in hand whistled through the air, directly smashing the golden sword energy to pieces.

As the golden stream reformed into sword energy, Qin Yi once again slammed the brick onto the Shocking Dragon Sword.

"Bang!"

A circle of golden ripples spread from the Shocking Dragon Sword, then dissipated, while the gathered golden sword energy grew even thinner.

Just as expected.

This golden sword energy was only meant to protect the Shocking Dragon Sword.

Qin Yi, with a backhand, smashed the newly formed golden sword energy and then frantically attacked the Shocking Dragon Sword, like a blacksmith striking iron, brick after brick on the Shocking Dragon Sword.

The golden sword energy continually diffused and vanished.

"Bang!"

With purple light surrounding him, the black brick in Qin Yi's hand swung wide and slammed hard onto the Shocking Dragon Sword. Thin golden ripples surged, and the just-reformed golden sword energy exploded and disappeared.

The Shocking Dragon Sword, which was initially fixed in mid-air, fell to the ground with a clatter.

Qin Yi's lips curved slightly in a cold smile; it was finally broken through.

He bent down to take the Jinglong Sword in hand, with a swish, the sword was drawn three inches, flashing silver light, the sword energy roamed.

"What a great Shocking Dragon Sword, truly worthy of being a supreme Spiritual Artifact." Qin Yi couldn't help but praise.

"Brother Qin succeeded." Mo Wuji couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Everyone else was full of envy, but even more of admiration.

This Shocking Dragon Sword, so many people couldn't get it, only Qin Yi got it; this is a symbol of strength.

Wang Zheng and others are warriors, the most they admire is the strong.

Qin Yi put away the Shocking Dragon Sword and then looked up at the silver artifact above.

"What is Qin Yi going to do?" Bai Jingqing exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Wuji was full of admiration, "It seems Brother Qin is going to take that Holy Artifact."

"The staircase leading to the Holy Artifact is harder to tread, wanting to get the Holy Artifact is almost impossible." Wang Zheng said.

Mo Wuji smiled, "I believe in Brother Qin."

"Qin Yi's cultivation is indeed formidable, but getting the Holy Artifact is not so easy."

Mo Wuji smiled and said nothing, looking up at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi looked up at the silver great pen for a while, then stepped decisively onto the first step.

"Boom!"

Just the first step, Qin Yi clearly felt the pressure suddenly double.

However, it was not yet the time to crush him.

Qin Yi firmly stepped out for the second step... the fifth step... the twentieth step... finally, he reached the fiftieth step.

But, Mo Wuji and others could clearly see that Qin Yi was becoming very strained.

The previous hundred steps, Qin Yi had walked up with a straight back, unbent waist, and legs. But now, Qin Yi's body was trembling, legs slightly bent, waist also forced down.

"Damn, it's really heavy."

Qin Yi gritted his teeth, a muffled teasing sound coming from his throat.

Only he knew how much strength he was bearing now? Like a great mountain pressing on his head, wanting him to kneel, to yield.

"You want me to kneel, you're dreaming."

Sweat drenched his back, soaking the strands of hair on his forehead.

"Is that it?"

Qin Yi's teeth ground with a creak, as he stepped onto the fifty-first step.

"Bang!"

That foot fell, and even those below felt the whole Divine Mountain tremble slightly, showing how terrifying the power Qin Yi was bearing.

"Bang bang...!"

Like carrying a huge mountain, making each step arduously forward, Qin Yi advanced, with each step the Divine Mountain trembled with the fall.

Seventy steps.

Qin Yi tremblingly stepped onto the seventieth.

His face twisted, looking somewhat terrifying, eyes brimming with blood streaks, body trembling incessantly.

"Is this all? Then you can't stop me from taking the treasure."

Qin Yi actually laughed, albeit a ghastly laugh.

"Boom!"

Rolling purple light surged from Qin Yi.

The previous path was all relied upon physical strength; now he began to use cultivation to resist.

With unparalleled physical strength and formidable cultivation, Qin Yi stood straight again.

Qin Yi looked at the silver great pen, panting, and said with a smile, "You're mine."

With these words, he stepped onto the Golden Ladder.

In one breath, although Qin Yi's steps were heavy, he did not stop, directly stepping up to the eighty steps.

"So amazing." Wang Zheng's face was full of admiration.

Mo Wuji was full of excitement, clenching his fists tightly, encouraging Qin Yi.

"Boom!"

The purple light around Qin Yi swirled even faster.

Qin Yi seemed like his legs were filled with lead, sinking into a swamp, each step unbearably heavy.

But he ultimately stood on the ninetieth step.

"That's all there is!"

Qin Yi said proudly, stepping onto the ninety-first step.

"Boom!"

A terrifying pressure like Tianwei bore down, Qin Yi with no resistance, directly pressed to kneel on the ninety-first step.

"Brother Qin?" Mo Wuji exclaimed.

Qin Yi's face contorted, the whole body shaking like a sieve, forehead, neck, temple veins all bulging a finger high.

Heavy, too heavy.

The gravity of the ninety-first step suddenly increased by several times, pressing him to the point where even operating his cultivation became sluggish.

"I... will not kneel."

With a low roar from his throat, Qin Yi did not kneel down; his knee was still three centimeters from the ground.

"Ah..."

Qin Yi howled, frantically urging his cultivation, veins, and bones within bursting forth brilliant golden light, the two Golden Cores spinning madly.

Qin Yi snarled fiercely, slowly rising to his feet.

"You think you can overwhelm me, you're dreaming."

Though unclear if the owner of the Divine Mountain was the Array Emperor Ning Tian, whoever it might be, the pride in Qin Yi's bones did not allow him to yield. He wanted to have a confrontation across millennia, ten thousand years, or endless eons with this unknown peak figure of some age.

"This silver great pen, I am determined to obtain."

Qin Yi roared, surrounded by wild swirling purple light, shakily raised his foot, and with a bang, stepped onto the ninety-second step.

This layer's pressure was even more terrifying than the previous one, Qin Yi was bent over by the weight.

Ninety-third layer... ninety-fourth layer... Qin Yi, like a frail old man, waveringly advanced to the ninety-fifth step.

"Pfft!"

Unable to bear it, mouth sent blood churning under pressure, he could not hold it back and spat blood.

"Brother Qin, hang in there!" Mo Wuji clenched his fists, knuckles white, watching Qin Yi tensely.

"No, have him come down? He'll be crushed at this rate." Wang Zheng said.

Mo Wuji shook his head, "Brother Qin is someone who never gives up until he achieves his aim; he won't come down without that silver great pen."

"Bang!"

The Divine Mountain trembled, Qin Yi stepped another layer, but this time, he was pressed so hard his legs bent, body hunched, no matter how he urged his cultivation to resist, he couldn't stand straight.