Because of activating the Emperor's Eye, Ling Feng's comprehension has long surpassed ordinary people. He can grasp any Cultivation Technique almost at a glance.

Although due to some limitations of Bloodline or cultivation, Ling Feng cannot completely perform every Martial Technique and Cultivation Technique he sees, it does not prevent him from quickly spotting the subtleties or flaws within these techniques.

"Could it be that within this Soul Stairs, there are other hidden secrets?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, recalling when he climbed the Soul Stairs, both Yang Huanzhi and the mysterious black-robed man had the ability to easily cross 800 steps, but they lingered around the four to five hundred steps. That level of soul pressure didn't seem to have much tempering effect on them.

Especially that black-robed man gave a very peculiar feeling; from his Qi-Blood and Vitality, he indeed seemed to be about thirty years old, but his aura gave an extremely aged sense.

Especially his Divine Power; Ling Feng faintly felt that this activated Divine Power likely was not weaker than Emperor Level.

A strong person with Emperor Level Divine Power should not stay around five hundred steps for refining Divine Sense; they should at least be around 800 steps.

"It seems, besides refining Divine Sense, there truly are other secrets in this Soul Stairs!"

Ling Feng's lips curved slightly upward as the Human Dao Divine Pattern condensed in his left eye, beginning to sense things vaguely conveyed through the pressure from the Soul Stairs.

Gradually, Ling Feng seemed to sense a mysterious virtual space, with what seemed like a floating scroll that he could reach out to with his Divine Thought.

"Virtual space, mysterious scroll?"

Ling Feng's eyelid twitched, could this scroll be the true opportunity hidden within the Soul Stairs?

"Watch me get you out!"

Ling Feng focused his mind, fully immersing his spirit into that virtual space, channeling his Spiritual Power thread by thread, twisting it like a rope to "fish" up the scroll floating in Nihility.

However, just then, another strand of Divine Sense invaded this virtual space, evidently more experienced than Ling Feng, a newcomer to the Refining God Technique, weaving threads into a large net and pulling that floating scroll a great distance away in another direction.

"Another strand of Divine Sense!"

Ling Feng let out a soft snort, already sensing from the Divine Sense Fluctuation that this strand originated from the mysterious black-robed man.

Similarly, that black-robed man also discovered the presence of Ling Feng's Divine Sense, giving a cold snort and threatening, "Brat, withdraw your Divine Sense obediently, or else don't blame this old man for obliterating your form and soul!"

"Old man?"

Ling Feng's pupils contracted, immediately responding coldly, "You old scoundrel, so you seized a young person's body to fight for opportunity, you have no shame!"

"Rascal!"

The black-robed man's voice revealed a hint of ferocity, saying viciously, "This old man is unwilling to engage in pointless debates with you. If you don't give up this scroll, this old man will make you die!"

"Then try it!"

Ling Feng wasn't intimidated; he too was of Emperor Level Divine Sense. Though his use of Divine Power was not as adept as the other, the saying goes, 'the fist fears the young,' would he really fear an old scoundrel?

"Ignorant whelp!"

The black-robed man's Divine Sense suddenly surged, the net woven by Spiritual Power instantly expanded several times, ensnaring the scroll and frenziedly pulling it toward his direction.

Ling Feng, not one to back down, mimicked the move, also condensing his Spiritual Power into a net to pull at the mysterious scroll.

Quickly, Ling Feng discovered something interesting; when both he and the black-robed man input the same amount of Spiritual Power, the mysterious scroll would lean towards his direction.

It's like a lever; Ling Feng stood upon the highest nine hundred ninety-ninth step, equivalent to having the longest moment arm, naturally overriding the black-robed man.

"Damn!"

The black-robed man also noticed this, gritting his teeth and frantically pushing his Divine Power, realizing he needed to exert three times the Divine Power of Ling Feng just to maintain a stalemate.

"Heh, old scoundrel, it seems you've lost!"

Ling Feng deliberately teased the black-robed man, not unleashing his Divine Power in one burst, but slowly increasing it, forcing the black-robed man to exert thrice the Divine Power of Ling Feng's at the start.

However, the black-robed man soon discovered he had underestimated Ling Feng.

Although Ling Feng was only in the Divine Origin Realm, his Divine Power was already comparable to a middle-stage Human Emperor. What's more terrifying, his soul origin was incredibly condensed, making it extremely difficult to counter.

"What kind of monster is this?"

In the end, the black-robed man gave up the tug-of-war with Ling Feng, suddenly opened his eyes, glaring at Ling Feng perched atop the highest step, tightly clenching his fist, then began a frantic ascent.

"He's moving!"

At this moment, about five hours had passed since the test began, with less than one-tenth of the people remaining on the steps.

Murong Huang barely made it behind the black-robed man, preparing to surpass him when he heard a whoosh of wind by his ear. In a blink, the black-robed man had dashed ahead again.

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn, and damn!"

Murong Huang felt like millions of grass-mud horses were rampaging through his heart. How could this be!

Nobody paid attention to Murong Huang's frustration; all they saw was the black-robed man frantically ascending, but unfortunately, above eight hundred steps, the soul pressure had reached a level he could no longer ignore.

Plus, his previous prolonged clash of Divine Power with Ling Feng in that virtual space had exhausted too much of his Divine Sense, making this final stretch full of challenges.

"Brat, don't think you can succeed! That Soul Refining Secret Technique is mine!"

The black-robed man stared viciously at Ling Feng, trying to beat the clock and disrupt Ling Feng before he seized the scroll.

"Old fool, you think you can stop me?"

Ling Feng composed himself, realizing the black-robed man's intentions. However, since fate led him to this opportunity, it was naturally his, and no one could ruin it!

"Quick, get it out for me!"

Ling Feng continuously mobilized the Soul Splitting Technique, boosting his Divine Power.

This was a race against time; if the black-robed man interrupted him, he wasn't sure if he had enough Divine Power in the less than seven hours remaining to retrieve that mysterious scroll.

Black-robed man: I'll rush! I'll rush! I'll rush, rush, rush!

Ling Feng: I'll fish! I'll fish! I'll fish, fish, fish!

Finally, another hour passed, the black-robed man had reached the nine hundred thirty steps, while Ling Feng was only one step away from success.

On the high platform, Elder Tianyi was utterly shocked by Ling Feng's performance.

Ling Feng had been sitting on the final step for more than two hours. Heavens, how incredible must the power of this Divine Power be to achieve this?

Not that he could do it himself, but even Queen Huanxin's Spiritual Power probably wasn't this exaggerated!

Of course, Ling Feng's ability to persist to this level relied on his exceedingly dense soul origin.

The Essence Blood Pearl, combined with the Evil Emperor Blood Essence, though both were of the Evil Path, undoubtedly provided an unreasonable boost to his soul origin.

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