On the first step of the Extreme Celestial Tier!
A lone figure stood there.
Everyone could see his body trembling, sweat pouring down and soaking his clothes.
His face was as pale as a sheet, utterly devoid of color.
His eyes were closed, his face contorted in an expression of agony.
Clearly, he was enduring unimaginable torment.
By now, many had already passed the two-thirds mark of the Extreme Celestial Tier.
The surrounding cultivators even erupted in cheers.
They were cheering on the geniuses from their own families and Sects.
In the eyes of the world, this was a race before the Celestial Dao. Those who took the lead naturally deserved the cheers and attention.
For they would become the darlings of the Celestial Dao, their future accomplishments beyond imagination.
Moreover, once one set foot on the Extreme Celestial Tier, there was no retreat, only moving forward. The trial would only end when one truly reached their limit.
