The Legend of Futian - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Trio

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Futian looked at Zhao Han. He had handsome and clear features. Just standing there gave him an extraordinary aura. Ye Futian had naturally noticed that Yun Qianmo’s attitude towards Zhao Han was different from hers to Yang Ziqi. It was obvious that Zhao Han had a higher status in the Sword Clan. That was why he had a cold expression and arrogant words. He said that if Ye Futian could defeat him, he wouldn’t care about Yun Qianmo again. If Ye Futian lost, he would die. However, what did Yun Qianmo being a servant have anything to do with him? This meant that if Ye Futian won, he would win. If he lost, he would die. How tyrannical.

“Would you like to consider taking your words back?” Ye Futian asked Zhao Han.

Zhao Han gazed at Ye Futian. His eyes were sharp as if sword intent was flowing from them. He said coldly, “I never take back my words. If you don’t accept it, you’ll also die.” No one in the Glory Plane was qualified to negotiate with him, especially not one from the Hundred Lands.

Ye Futian smiled. Instead of arguing, he walked towards the Noble Grotto. Yu Sheng glared coldly at Zhao Han and followed Ye Futian. The group walked towards the grotto.

Zhao Han’s eyes were indifferent. He moved towards the grotto with Yang Ziqi. Everyone around them started walking towards the grotto as well. Zhao Han had once walked ten steps into the grotto. Could he break the record this time? Of the 13 Steps of Death, apparently, the last three were the most terrifying and could really kill someone.

They were all a bit sympathetic of Ye Futian. This genius from the Hundred Lands had extraordinary comprehension but would most likely die here.

The Noble Grotto was vast and wide. The people scattered in all directions, ready to try with Zhao Han and Ye Futian. They were secretly competitive. Motivation came with competition and made them want to go forward even more strongly.

Many extraordinary figures stood before the grotto. An invisible burst of majesty traveled over. The people in the back looked forward with an odd brightness in their eyes. These geniuses were going forward together. It was rare and interesting.

Zhao Han was the best of the Sword Clan this generation. He was extremely talented and had already taken ten steps. No one else could top him. All the talents of the Qianmeng area were eclipsed by him.

Li Lianyi was a girl but she was extremely talented as well and would probably have a great performance.

Yun Qianmo had agreed to be Ye Futian’s servant but she wasn’t weak either. According to rumors, she had defeated Liu Yuan at the Cang Mountain Relic. However, she’d relied on the stone wall’s sword intent at the time. The people wondered who would be stronger now. And how would Yang Ziqi and the prides of the Hundred Lands perform?

Of course, they were excited to see how Ye Futian would fare as well. He was a genius who had once comprehended all four walls of the Cang Mountain Relic. The end was already determined but they still wanted to see how many steps he could take. Seven steps? If he could take seven out of the 13, it would be more than half and he would be astonishingly talented. Those of the Qianmeng area who could take seven steps were all renowned figures.

Ye Xiao studied Ye Futian’s group and stepped forward. He prepared to continue trying. Last time, he’d only taken three steps which wasn’t a good result.

Chu Kuangren and the people of the Yunchu Nation all walked to the grotto. At the Nandou Nation’s Tingfeng Banquet, he didn’t even have a chance to fight. At that time, Ye Wuchen’s power had made him want to avoid him. Now, he had the chance to quietly compete with Ye Wuchen.

Ye Futian didn’t know what everyone else was thinking. At this moment, he stood before the grotto, feeling the mysterious majesty. He silently praised the Noble Grotto’s miraculous feeling. This pressure was like heavenly might. It made one revere it. But at this moment, he was going to challenge this reverent strength.

Picking up his feet, Ye Futian walked forward. He didn’t use any elemental power and merely walked forward with his body. The statues carved into the grotto glowed faintly. A mysterious pressure surged from them, transforming into tangible power pushing down on him. However, it wasn’t strong enough and couldn’t stop him. He continued forward as if strolling in the garden. He quickly came to the 13 Steps of Death. The next 13 steps were the true trial.

The formless pressure continued pouring out, transforming into intent that rushed into his mind.

Zhao Han from the Sword Clan was left of Ye Futian. To his right was Yu Sheng and Yun Qianmo’s group. Everyone had come to this point.

Thud. Beside him, Zhao Han stepped forward. He made three continuous steps and was extremely powerful. After the third step, he paused and glanced at Ye Futian. Then he said to Yun Qianmo, “I hope he won’t be too disappointing. Otherwise, you’d seem too cheap.” With that, he took another step. Wild sword intent swept into a storm around him. Taking four continuous steps, he was extremely powerful and threw everyone far behind him.

Ye Futian didn’t mind. He calmly made his first step. An invisible aura radiated from him. This step was extremely stable. His body didn’t even shake at all. Countless statues lit up and countless waves of pressure came down on him. They transformed into powerful intent, attacking his tenacity wildly. The strong cultivators around him all stepped forward. The first step was nothing for the geniuses present.

Ye Futian quietly felt the power. Instead of looking at the others, he focused on the grotto up ahead and walked forward. As he continued, he still didn’t release any elemental power.

The mighty grotto had a mysterious power. It came again like a tide and was even stronger, crashing heavily against his body. Strong intent rushed into his mind. It was terrifyingly powerful, almost enough to break down his will.

The strong power transformed into a windstorm but Ye Futian was still unmoved. He was extremely stable and soon took his third step. An even stronger power and intent came, even causing his body to whistle. That was how powerful it was.

Yu Sheng was beside him. He took the same steps and also didn’t release any elemental power. He used his pure strength. He naturally had god-like strength and was the best at this. Therefore, the grotto responded with similarly strong power.

“It’s the third step.” The people before the grotto watched the group. Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen, Yun Qianmo, and the others had all taken their third step. From the looks of things, many could continue. At least, the fourth step would be no problem.

Ye Xiao was at the third step as well. Earlier, he had stopped here. This time, he must break through. Closing his eyes, the sword intent wrapping around him was shocking. The spiritual intent had transformed into a sharp sword going forward. He stepped and the terrifying sword intent came rushing into his mind. He didn’t move, allowing the two forces to clash. Finally, he succeeded. In this moment, Ye Xiao felt his intent strengthening.

He opened his eyes. The light of a sword flashed past. He smiled and successfully made his fourth step.

Before the grotto, some figures had stopped. The power of the mighty grotto was too much and they couldn’t overcome it. Right now, the strongest was still Zhao Han. He had taken his seventh step and stopped again to look back at Ye Futian and the others.

Is Zhao Han waiting for Ye Futian? many people thought. He didn’t even struggle with the seventh step. No wonder he was number one of the Sword Clan.

“You’re too slow,” he called to Ye Futian. “Where’s the talent you showed at the Cang Mountain Relic?”

Ye Futian glanced at Zhao Han in the near distance and looked away. He continued looking forward and raised his foot. He made his fourth step. Everyone’s eyes flashed. Before they could react, Ye Futian raised his foot again and took his fifth step. Many people trained their eyes on him. Soon after, they saw him take his sixth step. When he stopped, everyone felt an unbelievable power. It swept past everything. Even when the crushing weight came, it was still unmoved.

This… Everyone was shocked—not due to Ye Futian taking six steps but because of how stable he was despite making three continuous steps. This meant that he could continue. His aura was getting stronger as he walked as if it could compete with the grotto’s power.

Boom. There was a loud sound. Everyone looked over and saw that beside Ye Futian, Yu Sheng had made continuous steps like a wild demon. He also made his sixth step and his body was filled to the brim with wild power.

Ye Wuchen’s sword intent was like a storm, wrapping around him. He pointed forward fearlessly, facing the mighty pressure directly as if he wanted to cut a path with his sword. As he pointed, he also took three steps in a row and came to the sixth step.

The three had all taken six steps. Many people looked at them, hearts shuddering slightly.

Ye Xiao took this in with some humiliation. They had taken six steps—such powerful six steps—while he’d only taken four. He was so far behind Ye Wuchen and the others. There was no comparison usually, but now, it was obvious. Even Lin Yueyao had taken her fourth step and was on her fifth.

Chu Kuangren wasn’t willing to admit defeat either. He took his sixth step but was struggling. He felt like he’d used up all his strength and energy, and was extremely tense.

At this time, Ye Futian moved again at the front of the grotto. He took his seventh step, allowing the extreme power to attack him without showing any sign of struggle.

Thud. The loud noise was Yu Sheng’s footstep. He’d taken his seventh step as well and looked coldly at Zhao Han, stopped at the seventh step.

Ye Wuchen pushed his hands forward and it was as if endless sharp swords poured out of him. His body moved with the swords. There seemed to be a sword spirit storm around him, destroying everything, but he made his seventh step steadily.

Boom. With the loud boom, Chu Kuangren was thrown into the air when he tried for the seventh step and crashed onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Ye Xiao looked at the trio who had taken their seventh step and didn’t have the courage to make his fifth. Even if he did, so what?

Chapter 163: Like a Hot Knife Through Butter

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhao Han saw that Ye Futian’s trio made seven steps, just like him. His expression changed slightly. Huffing coldly, he continued forward. On the eighth step, the sword intent destroyed everything but couldn’t stop Zhao Han. Not stopping, he made his ninth step. When his foot fell, everyone heard a sword scream through the air. The grotto’s wild intent charged towards Zhao Han’s direction. He stopped, preparing for the next step. The tenth step was his previous limit.

So powerful. Everyone looked at Zhao Han and then to the others. Ye Futian had taken seven steps but each step afterward was impossible. The other talents, such as Mo Fan, were only at the sixth step. Li Lianyi, Yun Qianmo, Yang Ziqi, and Liu Yuan had stopped at the fifth step. They already felt the horrible pressure.

Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan looked upset. They were reputable figures of the Qianmeng area, after all, but were surpassed by three in lower planes. Trying for the Noble Grotto at the same time, the difference between weak and strong was obvious.

The Noble Grotto was different from the Cang Mountain Relic. The latter depended more on comprehension but the grotto required powerful spiritual intent, unprecedented aura, extraordinary endurance, and the ability to breakthrough limits.

Ye Futian didn’t care about the others. Actually, he’d never thought of those people. He only came to the Ancient Barren World to become stronger and fight against the Nandou Nation and Luo Junlin. He only came to the Noble Grotto for the fate. As for Zhao Han, he wouldn’t know the man if he didn’t come to make trouble. Right now, Ye Futian didn’t even notice Zhao Han or Yang Ziqi and the others. He only saw the grotto.

Unifying his Spiritual Qi, his aura rose up. As if performing the Nine Heavenly Attacks, he stepped forward again. With the eighth step, the power swept towards him. Intent rushed into his mind, almost destroying his will. However, his spiritual intent strengthened instead. He took another step; the void shook. Ye Futian had taken a ninth step.

He was once again equal to Zhao Han.

Now, Zhao Han’s expression changed slightly. He’d already taken nine steps and his previous limit was ten. Ye Futian had actually caught up. There was one more step and it would be his previous limit.

So powerful. Everyone’s hearts trembled as they stared at Ye Futian. The majority had been left in the dust already. Ye Xiao had been forced back at the fifth step. Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan were stuck at the fifth step too, studying the two figures in the front.

Boom! However, someone seemed unwilling to let Ye Futian and Zhao Han get all the attention. He took another step and the air shook.

Yu Sheng had taken his eighth step. He didn’t stop. Roaring, he made his ninth step. The burly body was filled with explosive strength. The power seemed unstoppable.

Zhao Han, Ye Futian, and Yu Sheng were at the same point.

Ye Wuchen seemed to see Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He also moved. His body seemed to transform into a sword. He melded into the endless sword intent. Closing his eyes, he was entirely focused. He took his eighth and then ninth step. He was entirely in his own world. In this world, he was alone with his sword.

Now, the four were together.

Seeing this, the Black Wind Eagle in the back grew excited too, flapping its wings. As for the others, they trembled inwardly. Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Ye Wuchen had come together. Now, they all made their ninth step. The spectators’ shock was imaginable. If they took another step, it would be ten. Zhao Han’s limit was ten. This would mean that the trio was equal to Zhao Han.

That was shocking.

Zhao Han was the top disciple of the Sword Clan. He was extremely talented and was one of the best of the clan’s younger generation.

As if sensing danger, Zhao Han gathered himself and took his tenth step. He yelled and his sword aura turned into a river. His entire body drowned in the sword but he still stood firmly and made his tenth step. Only the last three steps remained. Then he could step onto the corridor and feel the grotto’s intent at a close distance to add the fate to himself. However, before Zhao Han could relax, Ye Futian moved too. He made his tenth step. His aura grew stronger and stronger. It combined with his intent. Right now, he seemed to be fighting the grotto’s intent.

Boom! With the tenth step, wild wind rose up like tidal waves. His long hair flew and his clothing fluttered. Even more terrifying was the attack on his spiritual intent. It was powerful enough to destroy everything.

He’s standing. Everyone stared at him, insides trembling. This was the tenth step—this was Zhao Han’s limit. Just like him, Ye Futian had reached this step. If they tied, what would Zhao Han do?

Zhao Han obviously couldn’t accept a tie. His eyes sharpened to a point. He looked forward and closed his eyes, feeling all the power. Then he took his eleventh step.

The last three steps—the most terrifying three—had caused many top talents to stop. Some were even heavily wounded by the backlash. In fact, some very terrifying talents had died during these three steps. It was known as the 13 Steps of Death but the truly fatal ones were the last three. Now, Zhao Han was forced by Ye Futian to take the first of the last three steps.

Sword intent seemed to bite into his body. The grotto’s intent rushed into his mind. That moment, no one knew what kind of attack Zhao Han bore. They only saw his body shake violently. Countless eyes fell on him, staring at his body. Would Zhao Han be injured by the backlash?

This step was too dangerous. Even with Zhao Han’s top talent, the people still felt that his steps were unsteady. He seemed to sway, about to die at any moment.

The space muted. Even Yun Qianmo had stopped to look at Zhao Han. Mo Fan, Li Lianyi, Yang Ziqi, and the others all looked at Zhao Han’s eleventh step.

The air seemed to coagulate. After a long while, Zhao Han’s body steadied. He yelled and opened his eyes. Sword intent shot out.

The eleventh step. Many people’s hearts shook. Zhao Han had started with the three fatal steps and surpassed his limits.

“How will you take this step?” Zhao Han asked. His tone was wildly arrogant. Ye Futian had taken ten steps and was good enough. But unfortunately, Zhao Han had surpassed himself and taken the first of the three fatal steps. Only personally experiencing it would one know how terrifying this step was. Ye Futian couldn’t do it. If he tried, he would die.

“Shut up.” Ye Futian gazed at Zhao Han coolly. Without any hesitation, he took the first of the fatal three.

That moment, Ye Futian felt the grotto shine brilliantly. He had the hallucination that this mighty grotto only targeted him. Even worse, the carved statues magnified in his eyes. They filled his vision, rushing into his mind. He no longer felt pure intent attacks. The statues’ intent transformed into tangible shadows. They appeared in his mind like true Noble figures. An unmatchable pressure swept through. It transformed into an impossible power that worked to destroy his will. He finally understood how horrifying this step was. It was completely different from the earlier ten steps. No wonder Zhao Han’s limit had been ten before.

Now, Ye Futian closed his eyes. In his mind, his will confronted the Noble statues. The impossible pressure weighed down on him. A terrifying figure appeared in his mind. It was a humongous demon ape. It was extremely powerful and waved its staff, moving the clouds and wind.

The Nine Heavenly Attacks could shatter the world. Before, the Snow Ape had destroyed heavenly soldiers with a staff. The noble intent couldn’t defeat him now. The intent power seemed to recreate a past scene. The demon ape split the skies and earth. It was attacking rather than defending. An extremely resilient intent sliced down at the statues.

A rumble came from his mind. The stone statue shattered but Ye Futian remained standing straight and tall. He took the eleventh step steadily. That moment, countless eyes stared at Ye Futian’s backside. His figure was still standing so tall as if he was looking down on the world.

“How is this possible?” Yang Ziqi and Liu Yuan stared at Ye Futian in shock. He’d actually taken the eleventh step.

Beside Ye Futian, Zhao Han stared at him coldly. He’d already surpassed his own limits and taken the eleventh step. He couldn’t continue. The last two were impossible to challenge; he was at his true limit. But Ye Futian was still tied with him, coming to this step together.

“I can’t believe you can be equal to me.” Zhao Han’s voice was tinged with shock. He seemed to have overthought. Ignoring him, Ye Futian raised his foot again. Everyone’s hearts shook.

Was he going to advance again? Was he crazy?!

This was Ye Futian’s first time here. He’d already taken eleven steps and could still continue.

Under their shocked eyes, Ye Futian stepped again. When the noble intent descended, he still didn’t hide. He took the offensive and destroyed it with horrible intent. At this moment, he was like a god. No intent was impossible to destroy.

The twelfth step. The people couldn’t stop shaking inside. Ye Futian had taken the twelfth step. Only one remained.

This was… Before the spectators could process this, they discovered that Ye Futian didn’t stop. He raised his foot again. Countless eyes were fixated on that steady figure. Was he going to take the last step?

Boom! As Ye Futian brought his foot down, the air before the grotto shook. Similarly, everyone’s hearts shook as well.