Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 181 Accelerating

Therefore, since entering Qingyun Sect, he has always maintained his most rational side and not allowed himself to relax too much, which is why he has achieved such results.

However, today's situation was different, and his mood was rippled. This change made him feel both novel and a little worried. But in any case, he didn't hate this feeling, because it made him realize that he could go further.

Wu Ming then pulled himself together and quickened his pace. Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, another hour had passed. He was only halfway through his progress, but his pace was slowing down, almost to the point where it looked as if he was standing still. In reality, his body had reached its limit, and each step became incredibly difficult.

Wu Ming felt a wave of weakness creeping through his body, as if it would collapse at any moment. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. But he didn't give up, gritting his teeth and persevering. He knew that only by constantly challenging himself could he break through the current bottleneck and improve his strength.

However, Wu Ming had no strength left from head to toe. It was already very difficult for him to stand. If a gust of wind blew, he would probably be blown down.

"Looks like this is all I can get. I was hoping to reach the next square on my own, but I was a bit too arrogant. I wonder how many people can reach this point purely on physical strength." Wu Ming chuckled self-deprecatingly, a feeling of helplessness and loss welling up in his heart. He had once been confident in his physical strength, but now he realized he had greatly underestimated the difficulty of the climb.

What he didn't know was that there were only a handful of cultivators who could reach this point purely through physical strength. They were all cultivators at the peak of Qi Refining from the major sects, or cultivators who had immersed themselves in the Qi Refining realm for decades. These people totaled no more than a hundred.

After a moment of self-deprecation, Wu Ming finally gave up his obsession and channeled his inner energy. Suddenly, he felt as if he were in the middle of a desert, suddenly encountering a cool spring. A shiver ran through his body, and his soul seemed to soar to the heavens. His limp body, as if injected with chicken blood, instantly regained its vitality and vigor.

"Hey, this feels really good." Wu Ming showed a satisfied smile on his face, enjoying the pleasure of his body being revitalized.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from Wu Ming's ear: "Hey, Wu Ming, why are you here just now? I thought you had surpassed me a long time ago."

Wu Ming turned around and saw Zhao Xiaohai walking in front of him. Zhao Xiaohai looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting to see Wu Ming here.

Wu Ming smiled slightly and responded, "I was climbing with my physical strength just now, but I was so tired that I almost fell down. Later, I couldn't help but use my true energy. What about you? How are you going back?" Looking at Zhao Xiaohai who was coming towards him, Wu Ming couldn't turn around for a moment and asked.

Hearing Wu Ming's question, Zhao Xiaohai said with a somewhat frustrated expression, "Alas... I've tried my best, but I can't move forward no matter what. In the time it took me to finish my tea, I couldn't even reach the first step. This made me realize that this might be my limit. Since I can't reach the top, I decided to go down the side trail to see if there's any chance waiting for me. I can't go back empty-handed."

"Don't be discouraged. After all, we have only been practicing for a short time and our strength is limited. Compared with those monks who have practiced for more than ten years or even dozens of years, there is indeed a big gap. But we still have time to continuously improve ourselves and catch up with and surpass them." Wu Ming comforted.

"I understand all these principles, but I can't help feeling unwilling. But you seem to be in good condition, and you should have a chance to reach the top. Come on! I'm going down first to find my own opportunity. I wish you success." Zhao Xiaohai said with forced spirit.

Looking at Zhao Xiaohai's appearance, Wu Ming understood that he was not as strong as he appeared on the surface. However, everyone's feelings and experiences were different, so he did not say much, but simply responded: "Thank you for your encouragement. I will do my best to reach the top with your expectations. Don't give up easily. Shenmu Sect is a super sect, so the items that can be preserved must be good. Maybe you can find some precious treasures."

After hearing this, Zhao Xiaohai felt that it made sense and his mood gradually brightened. He replied with a smile: "Wu Ming, you are right. After thousands of years of inheritance, the things that can be passed down must be extraordinary. I must look for it carefully when I go down the mountain later to make up for the regret of not being able to reach the summit. Well, I'll say goodbye first." After that, Zhao Xiaohai turned and left.

Wu Ming watched him leave with a sense of relief. He waved goodbye and continued to climb. Zhao Xiaohai, on the other hand, gathered himself and headed towards the square below.

The feeling of using Zhen Yuan was indeed different. Although the pressure was greater, with Zhen Yuan, the pressure, though great, could be held up. Therefore, Wu Ming's pace of climbing the mountain was much faster than before.

Wu Ming's pace quickened, and he quickly surpassed the numerous cultivators like a gust of wind. Gradually, the number of cultivators ahead of him dwindled, from initially over a thousand to over nine hundred, eight hundred... until finally over five hundred, and then over four hundred. By the time Wu Ming reached the 500th level, there were fewer than five hundred cultivators ahead of him. These cultivators were all exceptionally powerful, allowing them to consistently stay ahead of the rest.

At this point, Wu Ming's desire to surpass them seemed unlikely in the short term, so he could only hope to push his limits even higher. However, as Wu Ming continued to climb, he once again felt the immense pressure and fatigue that had previously enabled him to surpass others.

Because he had begun using his True Essence later, he naturally climbed faster than those cultivators who had used it too early. However, at this point, his advantage had completely vanished. The pressure on him continued to increase, causing his steps to gradually slow.

But all this was within Wu Ming's expectations. He saw that the monks ahead of him were climbing even slower than he was, each one teetering on the brink of collapse like a candle in the wind. Every step seemed to exhaust all their strength, leaving them panting. Every stone stair they climbed was like a battle, exhausting them. Compared to their pace, Wu Ming's climbing pace was already fast, and he was slowly overtaking the monks ahead.