108 The Pit of Bewildermen

Meng Chuan stepped onto the Darkness Altar’s limestone steps and very stably took another step forward.

The black fog continued to seep into Meng Chuan’s body.

You want to bewilder me with these illusions?

After suffering four hours of hell-like torture every day for 120 days, his will had become as resilient as a saber. He would either be sharpened by the grinding or be crushed.

Meng Chuan’s will was clearly stronger and sharper. Furthermore, the promise he made with Qiyue strengthened his soul. His will had become stronger now that he had someone he loved.

Break! He broke through illusions forcefully with his strong will, allowing him to remain conscious.

It’s an illusion. Illusions, begone!

Meng Chuan roared inwardly, but illusions continued to invade his mind endlessly. He broke through the first layer of illusions, but the second, third, and further layers remained. His sea of consciousness gradually turned chaotic, and he was no longer able to discern reality from the illusions.

Soon, the black fog returned to the Darkness Altar. Meng Chuan quickly escaped the illusions and regained his senses.

I’m Meng Chuan. I’m trying to ascend the Darkness Altar. Meng Chuan immediately realized this and heaved a sigh of relief.

It was very uncomfortable to lose himself in the illusions.

When Meng Chuan saw the top of the Darkness Altar, he looked down and realized that he was just one step short from reaching the summit.

“Congratulations, Lord Meng Chuan. You have reached the 102nd step.” After the steward deactivated the Darkness Altar, he immediately congratulated him. “I believe that even if you do not deliberately temper your will, you will reach the summit in a year or so.”

Meng Chuan nodded gently, but he still took a step forward.

He took the last step and stood at the top. The top was very small, but when he looked around him, it felt quite different.

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Meng Chuan nodded.

If any mortal were able to reach the Pit of Bewilderment’s end, the attention that Archean Mountain gave them would immediately surpass what they gave Meng Chuan and Xue Feng. Anyone who could reach the pit’s end had willpower comparable to a Supremacy at the Creation realm. Godfiend bodies like the Sanguine Divine Body, Mirage Fiend Body, and the Skyfiend Saint and Indestructible Blood Sea Black Metal Sutras were extremely suitable for those with monstrous willpower. They could become Marquis Godfiends in a year and Regis Godfiends in a few decades.

However, willpower was not borne from talent. Regardless of one’s family background—no matter how impressive one’s parents were, or even if they had an inborn Essence Soul—lacking willpower meant weakness!

Willpower needed to be gradually gained through one’s life experiences. Their life experiences, a mortal’s hardships, the grinding of various emotions… There were too many factors that determined one’s willpower.

Young people lacked experience! They had shallow knowledge! How could they compare to powerful Godfiends that had wallowed in seas of blood for centuries? They were far inferior.

Before the age of fifty, no human in history had ever surpassed a Regis Godfiend while having willpower that ranked in the top ten of all humans in the world.

Meng Chuan knew himself well.

How many battles had he experienced? How many times had he experienced despair? The known contributions by famous Marquis Godfiends and Regis Godfiends were shocking. After fighting for the human race for so long, their willpower far exceeded those of the younger generation. For years, their wills were tempered with blood, sweat, and tears.

“We’ve arrived at the Pit of Bewilderment.” said Meng Chuan.

The Pit of Bewilderment was a cave that led deep down.