Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 37, Tower Challenge Begins! (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Afterward, the three exchanged a few pleasantries and then walked toward the Central Square together, chatting as they went. Since Red Moon was a disciple on the Cyan Yang List, many inner sect disciples would greet her with a "Senior Sister Hong!" and would curiously glance at Chu Ming.

"The Cyan Yang Tower has three floors in total. Each floor features an illusionary body. Only by defeating the illusionary body on each floor can you proceed to the next level." Glancing at Chu Ming, Red Moon obviously knew that he had come for the Cyan Yang Tower this time and thus explained.

"And what are the strengths of each level?" Chu Ming asked nonchalantly. He slightly sensed Red Moon’s realm, which was at the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Transcendence Realm. Of course, the realm does not necessarily equate to strength. Everyone has some trump cards, and using them can often unleash power beyond their realm.

Chu Ming could sense Red Moon’s strength, also thanks to the light plate on his chest. With the light plate, his soul power had significantly enhanced. This enhancement was not one-off but continuous. Under the nurturing of the white light plate, he could feel his soul constantly growing stronger.

Of course, part of the reason was that Red Moon had not deliberately concealed her cultivation. Otherwise, even Chu Ming would have found it challenging to probe.

"The illusionary body on the first floor is in the late stage of the Seventh Layer of the Transcendence Realm, the second floor’s illusionary body is at the peak of the Eighth Layer, and the third floor’s illusionary body is at the extreme of the Ninth Layer." Red Moon said flatly, showing a look of apprehension that clearly recalled her attempt at the Cyan Yang Tower last month.

"With such a huge gap in strength between levels, how is the ranking determined?" Chu Ming asked in confusion. The disparity between each level was significant. Even if two people did not pass the second floor, there could be a considerable difference in their strengths. In that case, wouldn’t it be unfair to the stronger ones? The high levels of the Cyan Yang Sect surely wouldn’t let such an issue go unresolved, so there must be a solution.

Having anticipated Chu Ming’s doubt, Red Moon smiled faintly and said while walking, "In fact, passing any floor of the Cyan Yang Tower is incredibly difficult. Most inner sect disciples don’t expect to pass the tower but aim to persist instead!"

Beside her, Hong Yun listened attentively. Although her talent couldn’t match her cousin Red Moon’s, given her young age, she still had hope of making it onto the Cyan Yang List. Moreover, listening now would greatly help her shortly in challenging the Cyan Yang Tower.

"Persist?" Chu Ming pondered, already having a vague guess in his mind.

"Yes, precisely persistence. If two people are on the same level but have not passed, the ranking depends on who lasts longer on that level. The one who persists longer will naturally rank higher." Red Moon explained calmly. Chu Ming nodded. This meant that disciples with excellent body techniques or those who had cultivated defensive martial techniques would have an advantage.

However, the advantage wouldn’t be too significant. Cultivating defensive martial techniques would only make one’s defense stronger, but a slight increase in defense wouldn’t make a qualitative difference under a massive power gap—they would still be defeated in one blow.

As the three talked, they saw the grand tower in the Cyan Yang Sect’s Central Square. The entire tower was built from bluestone and faintly glimmered, indicating it was a magical treasure. This was the Cyan Yang Tower, standing at ninety-nine yards tall and occupying a quarter of the Central Square. The moment they walked underneath, they could feel the pressure it constantly emitted.

At the moment, many disciples had already gathered around the Cyan Yang Tower, pointing and discussing among themselves. The arrival of Chu Ming and the other two did not cause any stir.

"Last month, I got past the first floor and only lasted two breaths on the second floor, ranking 89th on the Cyan Yang List." Red Moon glanced at Chu Ming and said lightly. She wasn’t showing off; she merely meant to give Chu Ming a benchmark. Besides, Hong Yun had already roughly told her about Chu Ming’s abilities.

One strike to kill a Black-winged Eagle—even if she used her trump card, she couldn’t achieve that. Using her trump card, she might at most severely injure the Black-winged Eagle with one hit, and it would take at least two to kill it completely. From this, it was evident that Chu Ming was stronger than her.

Chu Ming nodded. Suddenly the crowd parted, and a burly man in a purple robe slowly walked over, Gang Yuan pulsating from his body, causing his robe to bulge and flap noisily. The vigor emanating from him made him look like a human torch.

"That’s Senior Brother Zhang Quan, who practices the Demon Bull Primordial Technique. His strength is unparalleled, and he once injured a martial artist at the Ninth Layer of the Transcendence Realm with his bare hands!"

Following Du Chuming’s gaze, Red Moon introduced, her face showing a hint of awe. Chu Ming nodded and searched the ranking stone wall nearby, eventually locating Zhang Quan in the ninth position. To Chu Ming’s perception, Zhang Quan standing there was like a massive furnace, continuously radiating heat.

The Demon Bull Primordial Technique was said to be one of the top-tier Yellow Level body refining techniques in the inner sect. In terms of value, it was even more precious than some middle-tier Profound Level martial techniques. The contribution points required to exchange for it were as high as several tens of thousands.

"Senior Brother Zhang Quan appearing here indicates there’s likely to be a shift in the top ten of the Cyan Yang List this time." A gray-robed disciple speculated, and other disciples quickly gathered around. Chu Ming also listened intently. At this point, Red Moon noticed the change in Chu Ming’s expression and explained, "Although challenging the Cyan Yang List is voluntary, any disciple who makes it into the inner sect is a genius with their own pride and won’t easily settle for being behind others. So, a large number of disciples gather here on this day each month."

"However, this day is not particularly significant for the top ten disciples of the Cyan Yang List. Their strengths have nearly reached their limits, and few would come unless they had absolute confidence, as the ones ahead are just a few. They’re all focused on improving their abilities. Today, with Senior Brother Zhang Quan here, he must have made significant progress."

Chu Ming agreed. If he were in the top ten of the Cyan Yang List, he wouldn’t frequently attempt the tower either. Advancing in strength was one thing, but if the ranking remained unchanged, it would be a joke. He would make the same choice.

As more and more people arrived, the Central Square was nearly packed. Besides Zhang Quan, none of the top ten disciples of the Cyan Yang List were present. Zhang Quan stood there with his eyes closed, and no one dared to greet him.

Dong, dong, dong

Suddenly, a bell tolled from a distance, slowly reaching the inner sect disciples in the square. At the same time, a gray-robed elder stepped out from beside the Cyan Yang Tower, solemnly watching the disciples. Instantly, all the disciples fell silent. The elder nodded and loudly announced:

"The challenge of the Cyan Yang Tower starts now!"