Ye Qing's words made Kuangzi Mo and others stunned.
"Then...could it be that this three thousand worlds are related to the three thousand catastrophes that Immortal Emperor Yunjian endured?"
"Exactly."
Ye Qing nodded and said with a faint smile: "Every white cloud you see symbolizes a level."
"As long as you step onto the white clouds, the disasters that Immortal Emperor Yunjian has experienced will emerge one after another."
"If you can withstand and overcome these disasters, it means that you have passed one level of test and can enter the next level."
"Every time you pass a certain level, you can get a inheritance from Immortal Emperor Yunjian."
"If you pass all three thousand tests, you can obtain the innate Yunhai Holy Body of Immortal Emperor Yunjian and his Immortal Sword Jingyun, which will help you transform directly into immortals."
After listening to Ye Qing's explanation, both Kuangzi Mo and Master Xuankong looked excited.
"The poor monk knew that the poor monk's intuition was correct. This White Cloud Road is indeed one of the strongest opportunities in the Immortal Emperor's secret realm!"
Master Xuankong said excitedly, "Emperor Wen, Emperor Ye, Emperor Jade, and the poor monk are all members of the Buddhist sect. They pay attention to asceticism to repent of sins, master various defensive magical powers, and are best able to withstand the pain of the flesh."
"Let this poor monk go and explore the way for you first!"
Having said that, Master Xuankong couldn't wait to be the first to step forward and leap onto the first white cloud.
The moment his feet touched the white clouds, the originally pure white clouds instantly turned as dark as ink.
Two sharp electric currents burst out from the black clouds, directly smashing Master Xuankong's monk shoes, and electrocuting his feet until they were bloody and bloody.
"This was the first disaster that Immortal Emperor Yunjian suffered, a lightning strike."
Ye Qing murmured, "This kind of power is no different from the disaster that happened to me back then."
Master Xuankong took a breath of cold air, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I see, it really hurts..."
"However, in order to practice the golden bell to protect the body, the poor monk had to withstand a thousand blows from a heavy hammer and tempered his body through thousands of times."
"This level of pain is completely within the tolerance of a poor monk!"
Master Xuankong's confidence soared, and he immediately jumped onto the second white cloud without hesitation.
The pure white clouds instantly turned into fire clouds, shooting out two pillars of fire, causing Master Xuankong's feet to be burned as black as charcoal.
Kuangzi Mo and Dongfang Liren looked on, feeling the severe pain in their hearts.
Master Xuankong did not stop at all, but continued to move forward, his pace and eyes unwavering.
The third calamity is the vine strike.
The fourth level of disaster is freezing.
The fifth level of calamity is slashing with a knife.
……
Master Xuankong relied on his physical strength and willpower to endure the disaster. Almost every time he passed a level, he would get some new scars on his body.
After crossing more than a hundred white clouds, for every white cloud he moved forward, the fog that obscured his vision would move forward by one white cloud.
Let Ye Qing and the others clearly see what kind of disaster Master Xuankong has experienced.
Originally, Master Xuankong believed that as long as his willpower was strong enough, he could endure the pain of three thousand levels of flesh and blood.
But what he didn't expect was that after surviving the hundredth white cloud, the pain of these disasters would suddenly escalate.
It was also a lightning strike. The lightning strike in the first level just damaged the flesh of his feet.
The lightning strike at Level 101 penetrated directly through his body and burned his soul.
But Master Xuankong was unwilling to give up the opportunity to become an immortal, and still gritted his teeth.
However, after passing the 200th level, the pain of the disaster escalated again. Master Xuankong, a Buddha with an iron will, couldn't bear it. Every time he jumped on a white cloud, he screamed.
The shrill and painful screams shocked Dongfang Liren and others.
Finally, after persisting to the 250th level, Master Xuankong could no longer hold on.
He was directly hit by a giant takin, and directly hit Ye Qing and others from the 250th white cloud.
Looking at the bruised Master Xuankong, Dongfang Liren couldn't help but asked with concern, "Buddha Emperor, you...are you okay?"
"It's... not bad..."
Master Xuankong's breath was weak and he forced a smile.
Looking at the elixir in his hand that seemed to comfort him, he said bitterly, "I didn't expect that the poor monk could not survive even one tenth of these three thousand worlds."
"It's really not that easy to become an immortal directly."
"It seems that this poor monk has no chance to aspire to become an immortal in this life."
Master Xuankong's failure did not make Mo Kuangzi and others lose confidence.
With the lessons learned from his first exploration, Kuangzi Mo also saw some clues and said in a deep voice, "Emperor Ye, does it mean that the disaster of these three thousand worlds does not necessarily have to be borne by the body?"
"Of course."
Ye Qing nodded, "Immortal Emperor Yunjian endured three thousand catastrophes in order to wash away the curse of his half-demon bloodline."
"And since we don't have this curse weighing us down, we naturally don't need to rely on disaster to wash away it."
"No matter what method you use, as long as you can survive the disaster of one level, you can directly advance to the next level."
"Okay!"
Kuangzi Mo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "In that case, let me try it!"
Immediately, Kuangzi Mo used his Ten Thousand Dao Brush and jumped onto the first white cloud.
Just like when Master Xuankong broke through the level just now, the white clouds instantly turned as black as ink, condensing streams of electric current.
However, just when the electric current was about to shock Kuangzi Mo's feet, Kuangzi Mo jumped up and pointed at the black clouds below.
"Ten thousand seals!"
A sealing spell was formed instantly, directly covering the black cloud.
Under the seal of the power of the spell, the electric current was directly blocked, unable to harm Madman Mo at all.
When the power of the current is exhausted, the black clouds turn into white clouds again.
Mo Kuangzi was able to make an understatement and jumped to the second white cloud.
"I didn't expect Emperor Wen to have such a unique skill."
Dongfang Liren said in surprise, "It is easy to fight against the catastrophe of three thousand worlds with ten thousand seals."
"It seems that Emperor Wen is very hopeful that he can obtain the inheritance of these Yunjian Immortal Emperors..."
Ye Qing on the side didn't say much, just smiled and shook his head.
Kuangzi Mo used ten thousand seals to prevent these disasters from inflicting on himself, which was indeed very clever.
However, if you only rely on this little clever method, you can survive three thousand worlds.
Then Immortal Emperor Yunjian would live up to his name as the Twelve Immortal Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Realm.
Under the watchful eyes of Ye Qing, Master Xuankong, and Dongfang Liren, Kuangzi Mo passed the first two hundred levels without any damage by relying on ten thousand seals.
His confidence suddenly increased and he was full of confidence. He decided to rely on this momentum to cross the entire three thousand worlds.
However, when he stepped onto the 201st white cloud, Kuangzi Mo's expression suddenly changed. (End of chapter)