The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

And will also end up like this Corpse Mountain below, degraded into a ghost shadow generating resentment!

"Such determination! I'll award you a red flower later!" Su Qi gave a thumbs-up.

Jiang Zhi: "...."

This guy must be the new Ghost Face, giving me a spiritual impact right on the spot.

He also noticed that Su Qi stepped straight forward, unlike his own disheveled state, but he wasn't surprised.

Even though he always had his complaints, he had always recognized Su Buxian.

If one is to become the great Hierarch of The Hustlers Sect, then the Sect Hierarch... how could he possibly be weaker than others.

"This guy, just don't let me down..."

Jiang Zhi lowered his head, given that his kneecap was shattered at this very moment, yet he hoarsely spoke, "And I will not... let you down!"

A surge of momentum exploded within his heart, radiating from him!

"That lad called Jiang Zhi, he's just manifested the spiritual force of a strong man..."

Luo Shenfu suddenly remarked.

"Isn't that something only those of Sequence 6 can have?" Su Qi murmured to himself.

"It means that his strength is also close to breaking through Sequence 6." Luo Shenfu spoke softly:

"Experience itself is the best cultivation for advancing on the sequence path, every step he is breaking through right now is him overcoming his own limits..."

"Many people here, after this experience, probably have the opportunity to break through to Sequence 6."

Su Qi paused.

Luo Shenfu possessed the ability to see one's innate potential.

He became interested and asked, "What about me? Any activity in my spiritual force, or any signs of breaking through Sequence 6?"

"...." Luo Shenfu was silent for a moment:

"From what we see now, Daozi, you may be different from others, if I had to say, there's probably a term that fits..."

He hesitated a bit: "Late bloomer."

"?"

Luo Shenfu had been diplomatic enough, he also found it odd, because he truly couldn't sense any signs of spiritual force emerging from Su Qi.

This shouldn't be the case, after all, Su Buxian is the only one recognized by the Immortal Path Stele among so many trialists eliminated over countless ages.

That's a sure-sign template of a strong man, with an astonishing spiritual force!

But in reality.

He couldn't find any tendency of spiritual force emerging from Su Qi as it did with others.

Moreover...

He could see the innate potential of others, which is akin to knowing where they are on their sequence path, whether they have encountered the threshold to the next sequence.

However, he has observed Su Qi many times, but can't see through...

Truly can't see through.

He never managed to predict successfully regarding his own Daozi, why Ghost Face avoided Su Buxian was also baffling, including matters concerning The Hustlers Sect... and various other aspects.

"Alright, a late bloomer then," Su Qi responded indifferently.

He naturally knew the reason, because his sequence was too extensive, and the energy required for Ascension was extremely astonishing.

However, Sequence 6...

Su Qi thought it wasn't far off; if everyone here was to ascend, there was no reason he would be the exception.

And if he did break through Sequence 6... not only would his strength undergo a qualitative change, but what's more important is the dramatic change that would happen to all sorts of trump cards: the Immortal Path Stele would be unlocked, the Blood Demon Potion could be taken, the Titan Helmet, Divine Artifacts, and even this mark on the palm of his hand might transform.

At this very moment.

Su Qi once again took a step forward, now only twenty steps from the cabin.

Here... Ghost Face had already become an immense burden, appearing like balloons behind everyone, clutching at each person's throat!

Everyone who wanted to take a step forward had to exert greater effort, and the torture they suffered not only did not diminish but dug even deeper into their hearts!

And here, An Nan was also present.

His face was pale, and his body was already drenched in blood. Likely, all the Divine Sons were in a similar state. No one had the leisure to mock anyone; they were all equally miserable and in disarray.

However,

They did, after all, possess the blood of a God, and their will, honed over ancient ages, was far superior to others.

In such a present world, without any semblance of joyful education, the elite were simply elite, and geniuses were truly geniuses. The potential conferred by one's bloodline was, from birth, a natural divide!

"Brother Su..." An Nan panted, using his remaining eye to look at Su Qi.

"You... you've finally arrived..."

He glanced at Su Qi, whose flesh was also continuously tearing and healing, enduring the relentless cycle of torture.

But Su Qi smiled like an elder from the Eastern Earth Great Tang who had come to beg for alms.

"How does it feel?" Su Qi asked softly, "Can you... surpass them?"

"Of course..." An Nan replied hoarsely, "No problem."

These Divine Sons were indeed leading the pack, the closest ones to the small cabin.

Each person was adorned with hundreds of Ghost Faces, inflicting torments that could not erode their will. The hundreds of Ghost Faces, instead, became like tug-of-war kites, binding onto each person like chains.

Every one of them was now gasping for air on the spot, moving a single finger required all of their strength, let alone maintaining the Spiritual Energy over the lake to take the next step towards the cabin.

And now, everyone was within ten steps of the cabin. At this moment, it was not that they could not advance, but rather the terrifying resentment surging skyward from inside the cabin seemed to suggest that opening that door would unleash unpredictable events.

"How come... having come this far, it feels like you've all lost your nerve? No courage to open that door?" someone sneered.

A Divine Son had his chest torn open, his heart pounding like a drum within, yet his brow did not twitch the slightest despite being gnawed at, a sense of power naturally emerged. He looked up calmly, "...You and I both possess Divinity, and upon reaching this place, have you not felt it frantically signalling imminent danger ahead?"

Every one of them had Divinity within them, and Divinity sought benefits and avoided harm. When they arrived at the front of the cabin, the initially dormant Divinity suddenly began to ring alarm bells wildly.

Warning them of deadly dangers that involved life and death. This was the first time the fluctuation of Divinity had been so great.

In other words,

There was a likely death upon opening the door, but at the same time, their Divinity stirred intensely, as if whoever managed to open the door first and enter would be able to claim the High-level Holy Artifact.

"It seems there's a new face..." A Divine Son looked towards Su Buxian, squinting as he spoke coldly, "And who might you be..."

He did not perceive the aura of Divinity from this young man before him, and he seemed different from the other Young Masters.

"I am..." Su Qi said with a light smile, "The one who will claim the High-level Holy Artifact before all of you."

"Heh..."

The eyes of the Divine Sons were indifferent or sneering, but none mocked.

They simply looked at Su Qi and said calmly, "Then why don't you give it a try?"

They didn't even try to stop him, merely watching coldly from the sidelines.

"Don't rush. You all can just wait here while I..." Su Qi said with a slight smile, "I'm just informing you because starting now... it's time to speed things up."

All the preparations and groundwork he had done until now were nearly complete, and at this moment, there was no need to wait any longer.

Instead, it was the Abyss that needed time. Moreover... Su Qi needed to break through to Sequence 6, and he had a faint feeling that the opportunity lay even farther ahead.

"Brother Su, don't go," An Nan rasped, "our Divinity is madly warning us..."

"They... all want to fight for that High-level Holy Artifact..." Chenxing calmly reminded at this moment, "But none of them wants to be the first to make a mistake."

"It's an opportunity, but also a fatal danger."

Lacking assurance, they were all the more cautious with their lives.

Yet Su Qi walked forward with a light chuckle, taking the mere ten steps without the slightest sign of delay.

Everyone's gaze sharpened, watching in shock as a large number of Ghost Faces frenetically swarmed toward Su Qi.

Behind Su Qi, a mountain of Ghost Faces had already formed!

Resentment surged to the heavens!