Each step was not stone, but trial.
As Tian Lei ascended the Soaring Dragon Stairway, the weight pressed upon him—not on his body, which was already tempered like divine steel, but on his soul. Each step struck at his spirit, his will, his very essence. Where a weaker cultivator would have crawled, bleeding from orifices, Tian Lei's stride only grew steadier.
One step. The weight of a mountain.
Another step. The burden of a sea.
Ten steps. A storm of heaven and earth upon his back.
Yet his eyes never wavered. His spear never left his hand. He walked as if climbing to his own throne.
By the time he reached the summit, the world of the trial had shifted.
Before him stood three pedestals, each crowned by relics that seemed to breathe with eternity.
On the first pedestal lay what looked like a broken piece of an jade, Tian lei confused touched it as suddenly a message appeared in his head.
'To claim the treasure of the Myriad Heaven Sect, Complete other trials perfectly too'
