The four of them were miserably blown back to the 998th stair. They were wildly vomiting blood and filled with horror.

They hastily circulated their Heavenly Dao runes to heal. Just now, they had been the slightest bit away from being completely crushed. In that instant, they had smelled the scent of death. It was like the Grim Reaper's sickle had brushed right up against their throats.

The Xuantian Dao Sect’s experts were all shocked. They had never expected this situation.

This was the Eastern Wasteland’s Xuantian Branch Sect’s strongest batch of geniuses in all of history. But they were all stopped in front of the 999th stair.

Although the experts were still far away, they had sensed just how terrifying that killing mechanism was. Even they felt a chill.

“Is it trying to force them into despair? Why does the trial refuse to allow them to pass even though they’ve reached that point?” complained one monastery head.

“What is going on? Has something happened with the 999th stair? In previous...