Lin Yun pressed forward steadily, reaching the four-hundredth step.
“The pressure here would stop a Ninth Transcension Realm cultivator in their tracks,” Lin Yun remarked inwardly.
If an ordinary Ninth Transcension Realm cultivator pushed further from here, they’d face extreme danger, risking a misstep into the endless dark abyss below.
For Immortals, however, this pressure was manageable.
The group continued onward.
Five hundred steps, six hundred, seven hundred…
They channelled their inner energy to bolster themselves, advancing steadily.
By the nine-hundredth step, Lin Yun felt considerable pressure.
For weaker Immortals, like those ranked beyond the top hundred on the Heavenly God List, this point would likely be impassable.
But the eighteen Immortals present were mostly at the Myriad Realm level, with respectable rankings on the Heavenly God List. The pressure at the nine-hundredth step wasn’t a significant obstacle for them.
Lin Yun and Mo Qing were undoubtedly the lowest in realm among the eighteen.
Yet, thanks to his formidable physical strength, Lin Yun could withstand the pressure with ease.
Despite feeling the terrifying force, it had little impact on him.
Lin Yun pressed on, reaching the nine-hundred-fiftieth step.
“Mo Qing, let me hold your hand!”
Lin Yun reached out, grasping Mo Qing’s hand.
He could tell that, at this point, Mo Qing was struggling to keep going.
Though Mo Qing was a prodigy trained by the Shadow Hall, also at the Third Eternal Realm like Lin Yun, her physical strength couldn’t compare to his. She had even entered the Immortal Realm a few years later than him.
The other Immortals, with their Myriad Realm strength, were far beyond her.
When Mo Qing felt Lin Yun’s warm hand clasping hers, her body trembled slightly.
“Lin Yun, I can manage on my own. If you hold me and I drag you down, what if we fall into the dark abyss below?” Mo Qing looked at him earnestly.
“Senior Sister, you always act tough. You’re clearly struggling but still claim you’re fine. You don’t need to be so stubborn with me. Trust me!” Lin Yun’s tone was firm, gripping her hand tighter.
He knew Mo Qing was a fiercely independent woman.
“But…” Mo Qing tried to protest, but Lin Yun cut her off.
“Are you worried about dragging me into the abyss? If you slip, I’ll fall with you into that darkness, even if it’s hell itself. We promised to face life and death together, didn’t we?” Lin Yun said with a smile.
Mo Qing’s heart warmed at his words.
She stopped resisting his help.
Lin Yun held her hand tightly, leading her forward step by step.
The pressure was already immense, and pulling Mo Qing along added to the challenge, but it was still within Lin Yun’s limits.
“What an enviable pair.”
“In the dull, endless span of an Immortal’s life, having such a partner must make so many jealous.”
“Indeed, finding a fellow Immortal as a true companion, one who stands by you through thick and thin, is no small feat.”
The other Immortals, witnessing this, couldn’t help but voice their admiration, their faces tinged with envy.
An Immortal’s life was endless but often monotonous.
As for Bao Gang, his gaze was venomous, his expression dark with resentment.
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At the nine-hundred-ninetieth step, only ten steps remained to the end.
Xin Yu from the Heavenly God Palace and the other leading Immortals had already reached the bridge’s end.
But as Lin Yun and Mo Qing reached the nine-hundred-ninetieth step, the pressure surged dramatically.
It felt like a mountain pressing down on them.
The final ten steps were clearly the toughest!
“Lin Yun, I can’t go on. The pressure here is beyond my limit. Even with you pulling me, I might drag you down. I can’t continue!” Mo Qing’s tone was resolute.
From the nine-hundred-fiftieth step, Lin Yun’s support had kept her going.
But at this point, the sudden spike in pressure overwhelmed her.
Though the Shadow Hall had nurtured her into a dazzling talent with a bright future in the eyes of other Immortals, her short cultivation time meant she couldn’t compare to a prodigy like Lin Yun.
For her age and time as an Immortal, reaching the nine-hundred-ninetieth step was already remarkable.
She didn’t want to burden Lin Yun, even if he was willing to fall with her.
Since joining the Shadow Hall, her goal had been to aid Lin Yun, not to become a liability holding him back!
“Lin Yun, don’t push it. If she can’t handle it, let her turn back,” Prime Minister Dongguo Wuji, following behind, advised.
But Lin Yun showed no sign of giving up.
“Mo Qing, let’s try another way. If you can’t move forward, I’ll carry you for these last ten steps!” Lin Yun’s eyes shone with determination.
He was already holding her hand.
Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and lifting her into his arms.
Holding Mo Qing, Lin Yun felt her warmth and softness. Glancing down, he saw her cheeks flush slightly.
In the moment, he had no time for stray thoughts…
In his arms, Mo Qing felt the pressure ease significantly, enveloped in a sense of warmth and safety.
“Lin Yun, put me down, don’t…” Mo Qing tried to protest.
Pulling her along had already increased his burden, but carrying her through the final ten steps was an even greater challenge!
“Mo Qing, I can do this. Trust me!” Lin Yun’s voice carried an undeniable authority.
With that, he stepped forward, holding her close.
*Boom!*
The pressure seemed to double instantly!
Carrying Mo Qing meant Lin Yun bore the force meant for her as well.
He was now enduring twice the pressure!
Xin Yu and the others at the bridge’s end watched in shock as Lin Yun carried Mo Qing.
This guy was insane!
