"Zhou Leng, big brother, how long did you last in the Lava Hall?" Mountain River Oak asked.

"I really didn't keep track." Zhou Leng was stunned for a moment. He didn't ask about his performance afterward, and no one told him.

Molten Hammer slowly said, "Three hours, even more."

"What?" Mountain River Oak's eyes widened.

Mountain and River Origin stared at Zhou Leng, at a loss for words.

Zhang Xinglie laughed, "Zhou Leng's True Qi Manipulation and Martial Arts Will rank in the top ten even in Yunhua Jinjing."

While they were chatting, the examiner started shouting like herding ducks, "Sit on the Painful Lotus right away. If you don't dare to sit, roll away as far as you can, don't bother me."

A few of them found a place without people and sat on the adjacent Painful Lotuses.

As soon as Zhou Leng sat down, he felt a slight chill on his skin.

The surface of Steel Skin is tougher than the Giant Body.

Though the needles were sharp, their sheer number actually supported the body.

"Hiss..."

As soon as Molten Hammer sat down, he was like a snake, hissing through his mouth.

Malt Beer and the others were the same.

Zhang Xinglie and Zhou Leng, however, acted as if nothing happened. Both had strong bodies, and they weren't particularly heavy.

Mountain and River Origin sat without changing his expression, while Mountain River Oak sat down cautiously and cried out in pain.

The lotus leaf under his butt was stained red with blood.

His skin wasn't as hard, and his weight was too much, causing the fine needles to pierce through.

In contrast, Mountain and River Origin, though also a Giant, was pierced through the skin but controlled his body so no blood was visible.

Tens of thousands of Trial Takers successively sat on the leaves of the Painful Lotus, with screams, grunts, and exclamations sounding continuously.

Soon, the shouting grew less frequent.

They had adapted to this level of pain.

The Giant examiner's lips curled slightly, looking towards a Giant Wizard not far away.

The Giant Wizard nodded, waving the Dragonbone Staff.

A faint white mist rose from the lake, and all the Painful Lotuses gently swayed.

In an instant, shrill screams erupted, piercing the sky.

At the moment the white mist rose, Zhou Leng was ready.

A moment later, he felt all the sharp needles beneath him surge up half a meter, piercing through his legs and into his abdomen.

Intense pain...

"Hmm? Still manageable."

Zhou Leng could endure over eight thousand knife cuts in the Land of Blades.

Compared to this trial, Zhou Leng should have remained calm like a still lake, but a slight ripple emerged in his heart.

It wasn't fear or dread; it was the hope for more intensity, otherwise it would not serve to temper his will, wasting time.

Nearby, cries and sounds of pain and wailing rose one after another.

Some even cried for their parents.

"I give up, I don't want to..."

Crunch, the sound of breaking bones emerged, abruptly stopping the cries, with someone fainting from the pain.

The examiner's voice echoed, "A wise choice, the sooner you surrender, the sooner the bones break."

Zhou Leng glanced around; the illusionary mist enveloped everything, even obscuring Zhang Xinglie right next to him.

With sharp hearing, he noted that neither Zhang Xinglie nor Mountain and River Origin made any noise, not even a light grunt.

Molten Hammer and Mountain River Oak gritted their teeth, grunting and occasionally letting out a scream.

Zhou Leng sat for a while, feeling like it was a waste of time because this level of illusionary pain only equaled several hundred cuts in the Land of Blades.

Sitting idly for a while, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

Before, at the Gate of Purgatory, there was no way to trial while manipulating Qi; now there was no obstruction.

Thus, amid the piercing pain, Zhou Leng operated the Sea Suppressing Technique.

Indeed, under external stimulation, the perception of the Sea Suppressing Technique became more acute, more detailed.

Thus, while others screamed from the needles, Zhou Leng cultivated his Inner Power.

Before long, new pain emerged from his body.

The illusory fine needles began to rotate, slowly stirring the blood and flesh of the wounds.

The surrounding cries intensified dramatically, becoming continuous.

Zhou Leng's expression remained unchanged as he continued to cultivate the Sea Suppressing Technique.

Under the incessant pain, new insights into the Sea Suppressing Technique emerged.

In the past, whether at the Celestial Ladder or beneath the Frost Giant Tree, the Sea Suppressing Technique felt like a calm sea.

Even if danger could be sensed, it was the hidden undercurrent deep below.

This time, as the body entered a sustained state of pain, the perception of the Sea Suppressing Technique transformed into a storm.

The power of the Sea Suppressing Technique became exceptionally clear.

The understanding of the Sea Suppressing Technique became different.

This was the true Sea Suppressing Technique.

Zhou Leng, insightful in heart, entered the Consciousness Space, looking at the Sea Suppression Stele.

Previously, viewing the Sea Suppression Stele was like seeing the shimmering sea surface under a gentle breeze.

But now it felt like seeing waves towering, a tsunami obliterating the world.

The original rippling of the Sea Suppression Stele suddenly wavered once before resuming its tranquility.

Though Zhou Leng was perceptive and possessed strong spiritual will, in a High-Level Civilization, he was merely first-rate, incomparable to a super-genius.

This sudden wavering, much less Zhou Leng, even a super-genius from a High-Level Civilization, could understand nothing from it.

But a thought stirred in Zhou Leng's mind, and a vast ocean spanning a distance measured in light-years appeared before his eyes, a hundred times larger than the entire Solar System.

In the ocean, what floated were not ordinary islands.

But huge planets.

Rumble...

The sea trembled in unison, the sky bright and dimming.

A deep black tidal wave rose to the heavens, roaring forward, endless, crashing against a planetary island.

The strange Cosmic Tsunami generated immense power, extinguishing many worlds.

The planet was thrown high, not bursting but suddenly collapsing inward, merging into a minuscule star core.

After a brief collapse and buildup, it suddenly burst outward.

At the crack, divine light scattered for millions of kilometers.

The great star was extinguished, collapsing the sun and moon.

Yet when it fell upon the cosmic tsunami, it quietly dissipated.

Only scattered specks of cool stardust remained, drifting into the water, merging into the deep blue sea.

An indescribable grandeur, majesty, and grand demeanor rose in Zhou Leng's heart.

Star sea is also the sea.

If it is the sea, it should be suppressed by the Sea Suppressing Technique.

The Sea Suppressing True Qi inside his body suddenly emitted a grand sound, responding to this cosmic ocean.

All the Sea Suppressing True Qi underwent subtle changes.

Faintly attaching a momentum that surpasses the ocean and strides across the starry sky.

In an instant, the cosmic ocean before him dissipated.

The image of the tsunami destroying planet and island was deeply imprinted in Zhou Leng's mind, unforgettable.

Or perhaps it was not destruction, just passing through.

The tsunami is just a corner of the cosmic ocean, and the ocean he saw is also just a corner of the complete cosmic ocean.

Zhou Leng couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth.

After leaving the Celestial Ladder for more than three months, he finally glimpsed a trace of mystery from the Sea Suppression Stele.

Having the first time, it will be more smooth in the future.

Zhou Leng involuntarily recalled the Ancient River Jade Stele, recalled the fingerprint imprint.

No wonder he was always drawn to that fingerprint imprint, no wonder he learned nothing yet became increasingly obsessed.

The person who left that imprint studied a Cultivation Technique related to the Sea Suppression Stele.

Even if it was not his piece, it might be another piece.

Zhou Leng carefully recalled the experience, vaguely understanding why he could see such terrifying images.

Although he was not afraid of the Painful Lotus mentally or in spirit, his body's instincts and subconscious felt danger.

His consciousness became exceptionally keen.

Yet in this state, it's hard to calm down and cultivate the Cultivation Technique, even cultivation leads to falling into Demon.

But Zhou Leng, having experienced the Gate of Purgatory, is not affected by this level.

The insight from the fingerprint imprint, combined with extreme keen consciousness, yet calm will, finally sensed a trace of mystery.

Zhou Leng suppressed all thoughts, the image of the cosmic tsunami destroying planet and island floated in his mind, constantly watching, constantly comprehending.

In the face of the world-destroying fear of the cosmic tsunami, the painful illusion of the Painful Lotus is not worth worrying his body.

Under such terrifying images, the pain formed by the Painful Lotus is like a child who was slapped back and scolded "suppress it" by a parent, not daring to move.

After merely three minutes, Zhou Leng felt mentally weary, so he gave up imagining the cosmic tsunami.

During the Body Refining Stage, imagining this level of force, three minutes is long enough.

Zhou Leng stopped imagining the Cosmic Tsunami Map, instead gathering his mind, continuing to operate the Sea Suppressing Technique.

A faint indescribable aura rose within the Sea Suppressing Technique, germinated and grew in the Dantian.

Very little, but very strong.

Under the influence of that aura, an unprecedented heroism rose in Zhou Leng's heart.

This body like a tsunami, with one hand can grasp the stars.

Unknown how much time had passed, Zhou Leng slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the phantom of the cosmic tsunami flashed by.

"Hmm?"

A crowd stood around him, including friends, strangers, and examiners, a dense mass.

Even Lou Fei Qiong and Jax were present.

They were all silent, their expressions subtle.

Seeing everyone had risen, Zhou Leng asked, "Is it over?"

"What a waste of words! Thousands are waiting for you alone." Molten Hammer said.

"This..." Zhou Leng slowly rose, soon realizing it was due to his overindulgent cultivation.

"No, bro, were you truly cultivating?" Molten Hammer asked.

Everyone stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng nodded.

"Psychopath!"

"Brute!"

"Worse than a Demon."

Mountain River Oak Dao said, "We've shouted ourselves hoarse, not a few people wet their pants, yet you can cultivate on the Painful Lotus?"

"You've made the Painful Lotus feel pain." Molten Hammer said.

Zhang Xinglie cried and laughed, already knowing this old friend would shine, but why always emit such wicked light.

Mountain and River Origin Dao said, "Don't forget to thank the examiner; if the examiner hadn't seen you were practicing, they would've broken your legs thinking you were unconscious."

"Thank you, examiner." Zhou Leng looked at the Innate Giant whose skin had a faint bronze hue.

The Giant Examiner nodded, smiling, "Good. Come, let's begin the third round, Avalanche Mountains."

Countless Giants looked numb.

Mountain River Oak helplessly said, "Looks like this year's Stone-Carrying Festival Trial is high difficulty."

"Is it really hard?" Zhou Leng asked.

Mountain River Oak Dao said, "It's not about difficulty, it's about survival."

"Avalanche Mountains, the name already hints at avalanches, but don't assume it's ordinary snow."

"In the snow are stones rushing from high places; small stones are fine, large ones can crush the Innate."

"Avalanche Mountains are special; the peak is a highland, terrifying winds push all around's stones and snow towards the edge continuously."

"Pushed over the edge, stones and accumulated snow descend the long slope, forming frequent avalanches."

"In Avalanche Mountains, not only to climb the slope to the highland but also to walk on the highland full of terrifying winds and flying stones to reach the endpoint, that's the trial."

"Do you think that's all?"

"The reason terrifying winds are called terrifying is because they can form extremely cold pseudo magical power."

"Humans have measured; the warmest terrifying winds are minus 85 degrees. The coldest, over one hundred below, also with attached pseudo magical power."

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