World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1160 - 520: Mysterious Ghost Domain! Continuous Cultivation Breakthroughs!_2

Chapter 1160: 520: Mysterious Ghost Domain! Continuous Cultivation Breakthroughs!_2

By the twentieth step, the clothes on his body could no longer withstand it. They ignited instantly, turning to ashes.

By the twenty-first step, his shoes burned to cinders beneath his feet.

On the twenty-second step, his hair and eyebrows were completely incinerated.

Lanling continued climbing upward.

Step twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six...

At this point, the number of corpses on the steps beside the path was noticeably fewer.

Step thirty-two.

The surface of Lanling’s skin began to melt, scorching and burning.

It burned repeatedly, only to regenerate again and again.

The soles of his feet were also burned black time after time, only to revert to their original state over and over.

Were someone able to see him now, they would have thought him a dreadful ghost: his entire body bare, scorched into charcoal repeatedly, but restored to his original, naked form each time.

An endless surge of fiery energy poured into his body.

The Golden Bloodline within him relentlessly devoured and neutralized this energy, significantly reducing the damage it inflicted upon his body.

By this point, Lanling’s eyes had already solidified into crystalline structures, gleaming like gemstones. They were no longer ordinary eyes, as they would otherwise have boiled and burst long ago.

Lanling pressed onward, step by step, climbing higher.

The fiftieth step.

The eightieth step.

The hundredth step.

By now, the temperature had exceeded one thousand degrees Celsius.

"Boom..." Suddenly, Lanling’s body erupted into roaring flames.

"Ahhh..." He cried out in agony at the top of his lungs.

Boundless and unbearable pain assaulted him—it might very well have been the true sensation of hell.

It was as though he had plunged into the eighteenth layer of hell, submerged in bubbling oil; this was perhaps what it felt like.

Despite the unimaginable torment, Lanling gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue climbing, step by step.

His Golden Bloodline frantically absorbed the searing energy within him, releasing protective energy in turn to preserve his vitality.

Gradually, Lanling stopped feeling the pain. His nerves were becoming numb. Even now, as he was completely engulfed in flames, he no longer felt any torment.

He kept moving forward in a dazed, mechanical manner—step after step, onward and upward...

The one hundred and fifty-ninth step!

Lanling’s entire consciousness vanished as he collapsed to the ground in a heap!

Flames raged across his entire body, consuming him completely until he was reduced to ashes.

The Golden Bloodline could no longer keep up with the speed at which the terrifying heat was devouring his vital energy.

The darkness in Lanling’s mind deepened until it swallowed him entirely.

By conventional definition, he was now dead.

...

No one knew how much time had passed.

Lanling awoke with a faint gasp, realizing that his limbs were completely intact and untouched.

However, his clothes and shoes were gone, leaving him entirely bare.

Looking around, he was astonished to find himself back at the beginning—standing before the massive gateway of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

He vividly remembered dying just moments ago, yet now he was alive again.

There was no doubt that everyone else who entered the Ghost Domain had perished. Why was he the sole survivor?

Soon after, Lanling became acutely aware that his strength had increased.

He began searching for the calibrated stone strips he had brought with him into the Ghost Domain to test his progress. Before entering the Gate of Summer, he had placed these stones on the ground.

He found them as expected.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the stone strip weighing thirteen hundred jin and was shocked to find that he could lift it with one hand, albeit with some effort.

Undoubtedly, his arm strength had surpassed thirteen hundred jin.

Inexplicably, he had broken through to the rank of Demon Warrior! Using every ounce of strength in his arm, he managed to lift a stone strip weighing thirteen hundred and thirty jin.

He could hardly believe it—ascending one hundred and fifty-nine searing-hot steps had somehow made him surpass the rank of Demon Warrior. Previously, his arm strength had only been 1273 jin. As one neared the Demon Warrior threshold, progress in such hellish trials would typically slow to a crawl. And yet, here he was, advancing significantly in one leap.

But why?

If such extreme heat truly aided cultivation, then why had Lanling gained no similar improvements when submerged in magma? Instead, he’d had to seek women to vent the excess fiery energy within him.

Could it be that climbing these steps was some unique form of training?

For others, death was an absolute end. But for Lanling, with his Golden Bloodline and Golden Demon Body, death seemed reversible—or at least, within this Ghost Realm World, he could be resurrected!

Could he attempt this an infinite number of times?

...

For his second attempt, Lanling chose the Gate of Winter!

Sure enough, once he entered the Winter Gate, he was surrounded by a terrifying cold.

The first step was precisely zero degrees Celsius.

The steps here were littered with more corpses, each frozen in lifelike perfection, as though sculpted from ice.

Looking upward from this point, the steps past the one-hundredth bore an eerie, crystalline blue hue.

At the same time, the mysterious light atop the pyramid shimmered like the reflection of a frozen glacier.

Braving the bitter cold, Lanling began his ascent, step by step.

The tenth step, the thirtieth step, the fiftieth step, the eightieth step!

By now, there were no corpses visible on either side of the path. Everyone who attempted this climb had perished long before reaching such heights.

It was minus eighty degrees here!

The temperature approached the limits of what Lanling could endure.

His Golden Bloodline was working furiously, both absorbing the ice-cold energy and releasing heat to protect his body and preserve his vital essence.

Lanling gritted his teeth and climbed further, step by step.

He now realized that extreme cold was even more agonizing than scorching heat.

The piercing pain of bitter frost surpassed even the agony of fire or the sharp slash of a blade—it was tenfold worse.

In some ways, the sensations of burning heat and freezing cold were strikingly similar.

The one hundred and twenty-fifth step!

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