Star Trace Gate

Chapter 797: The Child Crosses the Mountain and Enters the Realm of Quality, the Emperor Blesses

The faint crimson color of the Emperor's Tomb Mountain dyes the snow-white clouds, illuminating every inch of the mountains and rocks, and covering the entire world.

It was twice the pressure of the red tide, condensed into substance and omnipresent, yet it seemed a little thin, like the blazing sun obscured by dark clouds, emitting only a faint afterglow among the human world.

Ren Ye was sitting cross-legged in the Dijing Pavilion located halfway up the sacred mountain, his eyes closed and his temperament calm, as if he was in a state of meditation and enlightenment, wandering in his mind between heaven and earth.

For the first level of the "Heavy Man" test, Ren also sent out the strongest child of Jiuli, Xiaobutian, to take on the challenge, so he did not have to bear any pressure. After the test began, he was teleported by the headless Lao Liu directly to the end of the Heavy Man, which was the Dijing Pavilion, to wait.

However, because he was teleported here directly, his current state was that he had no idea how high the sacred mountain was above, nor how low the earth was below. It was like he was suddenly hung in the cold and dark universe after waking up, with a weird and unknown feeling of being suspended in the air.

He sat cross-legged in the Dijing Pavilion, his mind was empty and free of distractions. He only felt that his spiritual perception and this sacred mountain whose peak was invisible were gradually merging and echoing with each other.

He had a feeling that he was the mountain and the mountain was him. When a person sat in the mountains, this divine sense would spread over the world in a vast and boundless manner, vast and endless.

With just a thought, he could feel the rhythm of every weed in the mountains swaying in the wind, and the difficulty of ants breaking out of the soil. He could even fly into the sky and take in the magnificence of the vast universe.

This seemingly endless power of perception was bestowed upon him by the sacred mountain, and it also greatly enhanced his personal vision and state of mind in a short period of time.

Ren Ye's body was bathed in a faint crimson color. His face looked calm, but a feeling of anxiety was stirring in his heart.

He always felt that when he sat here in a state of meditation, there was a kind of "perception" in his heart that he could not see or grasp. But he was not sure what that perception was, and he was confused...

It's like a scholar who drinks a pot of strong liquor, rides a horse in the wilderness, looks up at the starry sky, and suddenly feels an irrepressible sense of boldness in his heart, and wants to write a stunning poem. But when he takes out the pen, he finds that the emotions and artistic conception in his heart have no place to rest, and he feels suffocated in his chest, but he can't express it.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, so Ren was a little anxious, anxious to get closer to that state of mind.

"What's so difficult about this... Isn't it just walking... I was born in Daze Township, so I can fish in the water and cross mountains and ridges. These are my natural abilities. I don't need anyone to test me."

"So what if he's the emperor? What can he do to me?! Damn it, I will trample this road to pieces!"

"No matter how bad I am, can I be worse than the little devil? I can't lose to him no matter what, otherwise I will never be able to hold my head up high for the rest of my life."

"...!"

On the winding bluestone steps, the little guy was sweating profusely, with a hunched back, and took very slow steps up the steps step by step. His expression was stubborn and "ruthless", just like a little punk competing with other children.

Today is the seventh day of the little one’s solo “human weight” test.

At first, the doubled red tide pressure didn't seem to have much of an impact on the little guy. On the first day, he could even occasionally sprint, but it seemed a little more difficult than fighting vicious dogs and beating up his peers at the village entrance.

As the old saying goes, there is no such thing as a wasted journey or a wasted meal...

This condition is actually due to the little guy's amazing appetite since he was a child, and his blood, energy, and bones far exceeding those of his peers.

But on the third day, he no longer had the strength to sprint. The faint crimson energy gradually bent his weak back, causing him to move very slowly.

Today, the blood blisters on his feet, which had been repeatedly worn out, had completely ulcerated, and the flesh and blood looked blurred, extremely miserable. His little face was extremely pale, and he would sit on the ground to rest after walking a certain distance, and would also ask his beheaded Uncle Liu for some water to drink and some dry food to eat.

Oh, by the way, this human arena provides meals, and the Blood Guiders don’t need to bring anything, they just need to fight against the pressure of the red tide.

Ren Ye's divine consciousness, which merged with the sacred mountain, swept across the earth like a tide, and naturally he could clearly see the current state of the little guy. But he couldn't speak, nor could he give any advice to this disciple. He could only watch with heartache and silently cheer him up.

In a flash, fifteen days passed.

At night, dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

The sun, moon and stars were not visible, the sky was pitch black, and the entire Emperor God Mountain was filled with howling winds, as if thousands of ghosts were on patrol.

The heavy rain splashed on the ground, creating a white mist. The little guy stood alone on the bluestone steps. His tiny body was not as tall as the wildly growing weeds.

As the thin crimson mist slowly drifted over the world, it seemed as if every wisp became as heavy as a mountain, and pressed down on the child's body without leaving any holes. He could only take one step in a quarter of an hour, and his bones made crisp sounds, as if they would collapse at any time on the endless bluestone steps.

The weight of this person is indeed too much for a five or six-year-old child.

Not only did he have to endure physical pain, but he also had to endure endless panic and loneliness.

The scenery on the way up the mountain is the same, whether it is night or day, the bluestone steps seem to have no end, and you can't see the peak of the sacred mountain.

The little guy didn't know how far he had walked, nor how long it would take to reach the end. He could only repeat the steps upwards over and over like a zombie.

Finally, on this rainy night, he completely collapsed.

His little face was no longer stubborn, nor was he careless like a jerk, as if he didn't care about anything. He only showed an expression of grievance, panic, regret, and fear, and he screamed: "I want to go home... I don't want to leave... I miss my mother!!! I miss my father and my elder brother!"

"I want to go home! I want to give up. I don't want to accept this test anymore!"

"I really can't bear it anymore...!"

"what!!!"

He stood in the rainstorm, his clothes soaked, his little hands clutching a broken wooden stick to support himself, howling wantonly: "I don't want any inheritance from the emperor, let me go home!!! I want to drink Nana and eat braised pork!"

"Gudong!"

The little one fell to the ground crying and curled up, staring at the wind-whistling sacred mountain, trembling and muttering: "Lion Tiger, I'm scared...!"

"brush!"

A ghostly shadow appeared, and the headless man Lao Liu stood on the top of the bluestone steps. The aura of his body fluctuated very steadily, and there was no mercy at all.

He stood on the steps like a god and asked in a majestic voice, "Destiny Master, are you sure you want to give up?"

When the little one saw a "living person" coming, his eyes widened instantly, and his tiny body lay on the ground like a maggot, and he responded decisively: "I... I want...!"

"Woo!"

The cold rain mixed with the strong wind hit us in the face.

The little guy stopped talking halfway when he suddenly fell silent, and his pair of black eyes revealed strong hesitation and struggle.

How can a five or six-year-old child survive here for fifteen days? !

Even without the threat of the red tide, how many children could have walked up the steep mountain road for fifteen consecutive days? Most flowers in the greenhouse would definitely not be able to reach this point.

But he is different. He is a descendant of the Xing family among the eighty-one clans. He is the person chosen by the emperor to fulfill his promise of imperial protection in this life.

He certainly has his strengths, but they are not just due to his so-called talent for cultivation, physical talent, and unusual fate.

These so-called special qualities could not allow him to persevere to this point. What really supported him was the character of a man from a poor family.

He had just lost his father a few months ago and bid farewell to his elder brother who risked his life to protect him and loved him.

The family suffered a great change, and loved ones were displaced, oppressed, and treated as playthings... He hid behind his loved ones and witnessed all these things with his own eyes.

Although he was young and ignorant, he knew that this test opportunity was very important to him.

Only by becoming the person who sits at the top of the Dao Palace can their family not be bullied, and they will not be caught by others to be "enlightened"...

Along the way, the master protected him at the risk of life and death, cleared the way for him, and sheltered him from the wind and rain. The two of them had gone through countless hardships to be able to walk together until this rainy night.

He was still young, and even in his own heart, he could not use a single language or a single summary to clearly summarize such emotions.

He only knew that he didn't want to see his master's disappointed look, nor did he want to disappoint his mother, brother, and sister's expectant eyes.

So, he looked at the beheaded Lao Liu, pursed his lips, and after holding back for a long time, he weakly replied: "No, I won't give up. I just want to ask you... do you have milk to drink?"

"There's a fart!"

The headless man, Lao Liu, replied unhappily, then stood up and disappeared.

In the heavy rain, the little guy lay on the ground like a dead dog on the roadside, feeling the pressure that made him unable to breathe and his chest feel tight, and whispered: "I... I can still walk... I am the little bastard that Lion and Tiger said... that can't be killed...!"

In the next few days, the little guy would occasionally ask the Guillotine to descend on Route 3, saying that he wanted to give up.

But when the beheaded man came, he started to talk about this and that: "Uncle Liu, do you have a wife? Uncle Liu, tell me the story of the braised beef in soy sauce...!"

He lay on the ground, moving around and began to harass the "host".

He was so lonely and he really wanted to talk to someone.

After being tormented several times, the Beheaded Man realized that this kid was not a good person, so he simply ignored him.

Without people, the little thing crawled on the ground, emitting a foul smell, and began to talk to the ants and mosquitoes in a crazy way: "You are so small, how can you carry such a heavy thing... Mosquito, why don't you bite me... Is it because I stink too much?!"

"Please, bite me... otherwise... I will think I am dead...!"

On the thirty-fifth day of the heavy test for human beings, the little one was lying on the ground, motionless, and had not eaten anything for the whole day.

His will was not dead and he still didn't want to give up, but he had reached his limit.

He didn't even have the strength to crawl. The faint crimson color, like a vast lake, pressed down on his weak body, causing blood to ooze out of all his orifices.

The pressure was everywhere. Even when the Blood Drawer was lying on the ground to rest, he could still feel the oppressive force everywhere.

In the Dijing Pavilion, Ren could no longer sit still. He stood up and carefully sensed the little one's condition.

His only disciple's blood and energy were now dried up, his life force was on the verge of death, and it seemed that he would die at any time.

He regretted it and felt that he shouldn't have taken the risk, let alone let a child go through this.

At this moment, he no longer thought about being eliminated after failing the challenge. He just kept praying in his heart: "Little bastard... don't be stubborn. If you can't hold on... just give up... no one will blame you...!"

He exuded a vast and endless power of perception, and looked at the little guy with anxiety.