Emperor Yutianwu

The king smiled, but his eyes never left Chu Yan's body. Just as Xuanyang Saint Emperor said, he knew how painful Chu Yan's experience was, and how difficult it was to let the flesh body become king first.

Looking at the world of immortal cultivation, there are so many heroes and geniuses in the history of tens of millions of years, but how many people have done it?

So the king did not relax for a moment. If Chu Yan really couldn't hold on, he would step into the Holy Road and rescue Chu Yan, even if doing so would damage his Tao heart and the Holy Road would be backfired, but if it really came to that, he would do it without hesitation.

"Boy, you have to hold on. For yourself, for Rumeng, or for the common people, you can't fall down." The king muttered softly.

Miss Xue listened to it, her heart pounding, and then she turned to look at the not very burly boy, a little confused, but how much responsibility was borne on this thin shoulder?

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In the Holy Road, Chu Yan was suffering from severe pain. Thousands of holy lights fell from the sky and earth and penetrated his body. It felt like being cut into pieces by thousands of knives. He could not die, but every time, it was as painful as death.

In the baptism of holy light, every cell and molecule in Chu Yan's body was burning and beating.

He could feel that he seemed to have died several times. His body was shattered, and then reshaped a little bit. After the reshaping, it continued to be shattered and reshaped again. Every time, it was a heart-piercing pain.

At first, he kept screaming, but later, he didn't even have the strength to scream. His eyes were scattered, and only a will that told himself that he couldn't die and had to live was left to support him, letting him know that he was still alive.

Time passed slowly. It took Chu Yan three days just for the first step.

Three days later, Chu Yan finally stopped screaming, and his breathing became much more stable. During these three days, Chu Yan himself was a little numb. He didn't remember how many times his body was destroyed and reshaped, and it was repeated back and forth.

Fortunately, he survived. After three days, his body finally stopped breaking and gradually adapted to the power here.

After three days of baptism, his body became stronger, and his skin was covered with a layer of light luster, showing a golden holy light, which looked quite magical.

For three days, Miss Snow and the king stayed together. Seeing that Chu Yan's body was no longer destroyed, Miss Snow slowly loosened her tightly clenched jade hands. She knew that Chu Yan had survived. At least he had persisted in the first step and would not be in danger again.

"My body seems to be stronger." Chu Yan narrowed his eyes, and then he clenched his fists slightly, and punched forward in the air.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the space in front of him suddenly cracked, forming a huge space crack, and terrible fist winds rolled out, turning into an endless hurricane.

"So strong!" Seeing this, Chu Yan himself was shocked.

You know, he has no cultivation now, and his immortal power is zero, that is to say, this punch is just a pure punch, but it still breaks the space with strength.

And shattering space is at least a power that only the Saint Emperor possesses.

"Walking one meter is equivalent to my current physical realm, which is already the Saint Emperor level. This punch is equivalent to a punch from a one-meter strong man on the Saint Road." Chu Yan marveled at the horror of the Saint Road, and then he looked at the 999 meters in front of him. If he walked all the way, with the physical body as the king, how strong would he be?

"Huh!" He exhaled a long breath, the second step.

Chu Yan took a step forward.

"Boom!"

In just a moment, before Chu Yan's feet were completely stable, he felt the pressure of ten thousand tons of power coming down, making his eyes widen, his facial features about to break, his eyes suddenly red, his skin burst, and blood splattered.

"Ah——" Chu Yan screamed, it was too terrible, this second step was at least hundreds of times more powerful than the first step.

Chu Yan thought that everything is difficult at the beginning, he endured the first step, and the following 999 steps, even if difficult, should not be more painful than the first step.

But at this moment he understood that he was wrong, and he was wrong outrageously.

This holy road, one step a day, each step is more difficult. His current body can resist the force of the first step, but when he reached the second step, his body exploded with a click, his internal organs were shattered, and his bones were wiped into powder inch by inch.

Miss Xue clenched her jade hands again and whispered: "Although the holy road is only a thousand meters, each meter is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even at the 999th meter, no one can guarantee their success, and the further they go, the more difficult it will be-"

"He will persist." The king said seriously.

Miss Xue didn't say anything. I hope so. As the teacher said, no more people will die.

Doctors should have a kind heart and save people from suffering, not killing people, which is a sin.

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The second meter of the holy road is more difficult, a hundred times more terrible than the first meter. In this meter, Chu Yan's will was almost destroyed.

He even forgot how long it took, which was longer than the first meter. It took seven days for his body to stop decomposing and adapt to this force.

"Two meters, I made it." Miss Xue whispered. She had been worried for seven days.

Chu Yan's strength had also become stronger, but at this time, he no longer cared. The piercing pain was not only a torture to the body, but also a test to the mental strength.

He looked up at the remaining 998 meters, and suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

At this time, he finally understood why more than a hundred immortal emperors had failed. They were defeated not necessarily by the holy road, but also by their own hearts.

It was so painful after only two meters, and there was still a long and endless road ahead. It was no exaggeration to say that it was almost endless. Even he was a little shaken.

And this is what warriors fear the most. Self-denial, thinking that they can't do it, then they will definitely not be able to do it.

"The Holy Road, the road of heaven and earth, is that so?" Suddenly, Chu Yan felt that he understood the Holy Road a little more.

Originally, he didn't know what the Holy Road was and why it was born, but when his physical body really walked on this road, he understood a little.

The so-called Holy Road is actually more like a tempering of willpower, deepening of one's own beliefs, and finally reaching the end and achieving the Tao.

But this road is really difficult.

After enduring the second meter, Chu Yan exhaled and took the next step directly.

He didn't even dare to let himself think, because he was afraid that once he stopped, he would never dare to move forward again.

Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, a hundred days passed. This time seemed very long, but Chu Yan had only walked thirteen meters. At this speed, it might take him thirty years or even longer to completely pass the Holy Road.

On this day, Emperor Xuanyang came here and saw that there was no one in the Holy Road. Chu Yan, who was covered in blood, was a little surprised, because although Chu Yan was miserable, he was still alive.

"He is different from some people before." Emperor Xuanyang said lightly.

"Of course." The king smiled, and then suddenly said: "Xuanyang, do you believe in fate?"

Emperor Xuanyang was stunned and shook his head: "I am a doctor, so I naturally don't believe it. My fate is determined by me, not by God."

"I believe it." The king seemed to be talking to himself and looked at Chu Yan: "Then do you know what it means to be the son of destiny?"

"Follow the destiny and be born as the times require?" Emperor Xuanyang asked.

"Of course not." The king laughed loudly: "The so-called son of destiny is born to go against the will of heaven, break destiny, break all rules. Such a person is the son of destiny, and he will be such a person, do you believe it?"

Xuanyang Saint Emperor frowned even more tightly, and said after a pause: "When my teacher was alive, he once mentioned a person to me, Qin Ruomeng of the Palace of God, a mysterious woman. In that era, she was hailed as the daughter of destiny. She created momentum, founded the Palace of God, and went against the will of heaven, but in the end, she failed."

"Failed?" The king laughed even more wantonly: "You are wrong, the Palace of God has never failed. The failure of the Palace of God is only because it wants to fail. Otherwise, how can it fail?"

Xuanyang Saint Emperor frowned even more tightly. He is also an old generation of the fairyland. He is close to the Palace of God and knows something about that era: "I have always been very curious about the Palace of God. Nine Heavens Royal Family, what do you want to do? "

After a pause, Xuan Yang Saint Emperor said: "Teacher once said that there are some people in this world who are born to play games with the sky, but what do you want?"

The king looked at Xuan Yang Saint Emperor in surprise, and said with a smile: "The ghost doctor boy was very talented and proficient in the calculation of the heaven. Didn't he calculate something? Why, didn't he tell you?"

Xuan Yang Saint Emperor shook his head: "Teacher said that my life is not strong enough, so he didn't let me participate. Anyone who can play games with the sky either has great luck or a very strong life. "

"Haha, the ghost doctor boy is smart, but he is right, your life is not strong enough, you can't play this game." The king laughed, and then whispered to himself: "Do you need to have great luck or a very strong life? I don't know which one I am. "