Apotheosis

The long line that the four thousand people had formed could be divided into three echelons.

The first echelon had only about twenty martial artists, and they had already advanced eight hundred miles in the Law Storm.

Although this region's Law Storm was much stronger, these super talents didn't feel any pressure.

They were competing against each other to be the fastest. The moment they had entered the Enchanted Barrier Tower, they had rushed off at full speed towards the one-thousand-mile mark.

The fastest warrior at the moment was one from the Shadow Palace whose surname was Li. He was completely surrounded by a black domain that immediately swallowed any law fragments that approached him. He was using this method to advance rapidly, and the law fragments in the Law Storm were failing to hinder him.

Javier was the second fastest. He was an excellent warrior among those who had ascended to the Upper World. There weren't any tricks involved in his advancing within Law Storm; he relied completely on his own strength. He kept an eye on the Law Storm as he advanced.

"Nine hundred miles done," Layla mumbled to herself. "Another 100 miles to go." She smiled at this and ground to a halt.

The martial artists in the first group weren't too far apart from each other, just a mile or so apart. Everyone was pushing their individual speeds to the limit.

So when Layla stopped suddenly, the other warriors rushed past her, leaving her behind.

In the blink of an eye, she had dropped from the third place to the end of the first echelon.

The martial practitioners who had surpassed her were puzzled. Nobody knew why she had stopped so suddenly.

But Layla only paused for a minute. With a light flick of her wrist, green rays of light spread out from behind her back, forming two wings that radiated the green light.

She flapped her wings gently and nimbly flew forward.

Whoosh!

Her speed left a trailing smear behind her.

By then, the martial artist surnamed Li had become excited. He had already traveled 950 miles. He only needed 50 more miles to reach the destination.

He did not care about the reward, a mere Tribulation Exterminating Pill. Everyone could obtain that. But the Shadow Palace had secretly promised him that if he came to be the fastest to finish traveling one thousand miles, he would be rewarded with a first-rank divine weapon.

He wanted to help Shadow Palace get this g

ordered Law Powers around him. But although the Law Storm was a little stronger, it still didn't put much pressure on Zen.

Outside the Enchanted Barrier Tower, the old man in cotton clothes said, "Three thousand miles is a hurdle. Many warriors would be eliminated before they reach the destination."

One of the palace heads nodded and replied, "Some of the Law Power will condense after a thousand miles. It becomes stronger. The key question is: how will these warriors deal with it?"

"Where is the slowest little guy? Is he still at the end?" A palace head laughed.

"That's right. That little fellow is quite strange. He's already beyond a thousand miles, but he still hasn't used his life vitality. Could it be that he doesn't intend to use it at all?" another palace head said, amused.

These palace leaders had discovered that Zen was special.

This wasn't, in any way, a form of praise. They just thought he was weird.

They were all paying attention to the martial artists of their own palaces. Layla had won the first prize in the first one thousand miles. Now it was time to compete in endurance, to see who could travel the farthest in the Law Storm.

Many martial artists were having a difficult time walking forward in the endless Law Storm. The martial artists of the first group had kept their pace, but those of the second group had slowed down by a great deal.

From time to time, a highly powerful fire spirit would emerge from the storm and fly towards the warriors.

Sometimes, a black wind blade would appear all of a sudden.

These dangers were fatal, so everyone had to be careful.