In her imagination, the forty-ninth floor was already the limit.

As for the fiftieth floor, Ji Qingyi hadn't even considered it.

Jun Xiaoyao stepping onto the forty-ninth floor didn't surprise Ji Qingyi too much.

Just the figure of him standing with his back to the world before this was enough to prove his talent and strength.

"Qingyi cannot lag behind others either," Ji Qingyi said with determined resolve.

Though she was a woman and had a transcendent, ethereal demeanor like a Female Immortal.

She still had a competitive spirit.

After all, in a world of great competition, only by surpassing others could one have a chance at Dao enlightenment.

Ji Qingyi also had a heart set on enlightenment.

Her jade hand brushed out, manifesting a Divine Power Technique of the Human Immortal Sect, the Immortal Spirit Seal, pressing down on the shadow.

Within the Celestial Dao Tower, while all the Celestial Prides were striving to step onto the forty-ninth floor.

Jun Xiaoyao had already passed through.

Looking ahead, in the distant desert, an ancient figure suddenly appeared.

That figure was draped in a coarse linen robe, covering a withered body.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed as he sped forward.

However, the closer he got to that withered figure, the more pressure Jun Xiaoyao felt.

At the same time, a peculiar Power of Reincarnation permeated the air.

With every step Jun Xiaoyao took, the Power of Reincarnation grew thicker.

Jun Xiaoyao also noticed that his life essence was rapidly depleting.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao finally understood why this space appeared in the form of a desert.

Because under reincarnation, all things would wither and collapse.

If it were anyone else here, they would likely be weakened within a few steps, their vitality declining, becoming aged and gray-haired.

But Jun Xiaoyao was different; he possessed a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and what he lacked the least was vitality.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

The closer he got, the thicker the Power of Reincarnation became, eventually multiplying exponentially.

"Is this the power of the Holy Spirit? Even with only a remnant body, it is insurmountable," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He knew that the main body of this Holy Spirit was the Reincarnation Dao Gold.

It was beyond his expectation that even after death, there remained such terrifying power of reincarnation.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao was only several dozen zhang away from the remains.

The Power of Reincarnation here was overwhelmingly thick.

Any other Celestial Pride, like Ji Qingyi or Jun Lingcang, would likely be unable to bear it and would rapidly age.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. The trial of the fiftieth floor isn't over yet!" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly realized.

The fiftieth floor had one last challenge, which was to resist this Power of Reincarnation.

But the Power of Reincarnation wasn't something easily dealt with.

Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

Suddenly, he noticed a withered sapling on the ground.

He had seen it upon first entering this level.

"Reincarnation, rebirth, annihilation, the cycle of life and death..." Jun Xiaoyao muttered in a trance.

He suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot and began to contemplate.

Jun Xiaoyao's talent was undeniable; even without the support of a system, he was unrivaled in the current age.

The various Divine Skill Techniques of the Jun family, Jun Xiaoyao could comprehend at a glance.

And now, inspired, he began to reflect.

"Reincarnation is not merely about death; it is about life arising in death, the cycle of life and death, which is the true meaning of reincarnation."

Jun Xiaoyao fell into enlightenment.

The Supreme Bone in his chest began to emit brilliant light.

The intense Power of Reincarnation around him seemed to converge towards the Supreme Bone like rivers flowing into the sea.

Vaguely, as if some terrifying Great Divine Technique was brewing within it.

Meanwhile, on the dry remains clad in the coarse linen robe, a firefly-like glimmer suddenly emerged, carrying a faint soul wave.

"Is this a descendant of his lineage? Indeed, an extraordinarily gifted and terrifying prodigy..."

This fluctuation emanated from the firefly-like soul glow.

Time passed.

In the Celestial Dao Tower, one by one, Celestial Prides were being transmitted out due to failed trials.

After all, not everyone could breeze through the challenges like Jun Xiaoyao.

The Yin Yang Saint Son, Xia Lan, Hua Xiqing, and others stopped at the thirty-eighth or thirty-ninth floor.

In theory, this achievement was already outstanding.

After all, in past openings of the Celestial Dao Tower, those who reached the fortieth floor were few and far between.

But this time, the Great Elder wasn't pleased.

Not even mentioning the anomaly that was Jun Xiaoyao.

Other descendants of the Jun family, along with the Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Xingyun, Little Western Heaven Buddha Son, and others, all performed remarkably well.

Among the Jun family, even the weakest, Jun Linglong, was on par with Yin Yang Saint Son and others.

The other sequences all reached the fortieth floor.

In comparison, the performance of the academy's Saint Heirs and Saintesses was somewhat awkward.

When Yin Yang Saint Son and others, brimming with confidence, emerged and saw Jun Xiaoyao standing at the pinnacle.

Their expressions froze simultaneously.

Subsequently, the Dao Hearts of Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan suffered another devastating blow, falling into despair.

Hua Xiqing and those with Spiritual Gaze showed unprecedented admiration.

"The Jun Family's Divine Son is indeed an immortal-like figure, creating an impossible miracle."

Recalling Jun Xiaoyao's promise to discuss the Dao with her, Hua Xiqing couldn't hide her excitement.

Meanwhile, as the Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Xingyun, Fa Hai, and others emerged, they didn't have time to revel in their achievements before facing the harsh reality.

"How is this possible?" The Golden-Winged Roc King was in turmoil, questioning life itself.

He thought he could rival Jun Xiaoyao, yet now, Jun Xaioyao had long since shattered ancient records.

This outcome was unacceptable to him.

Golden-Winged Roc King passed the forty-fifth floor, which was already extraordinary, but compared to Jun Xiaoyao, it was nothing!

Ye Xingyun and Fa Hai felt similarly.

Their faces were stiff, dark as the bottom of a pot.

A sense of powerlessness spread through them.

Within the Celestial Dao Tower, the most eye-catching were naturally Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi.

One was a Double Pupil, the Jun family's first sequence.

The other was the Ji family's Divine Maiden, the Human Immortal Sect's Saintess.

Had it not been for Jun Xiaoyao's shine, they would have been the brightest stars today.

The crowd was taken aback when Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi both broke through the forty-eighth floor, reaching the forty-ninth.

"The first sequence of the Jun family, truly unparalleled."

"Indeed, I envy the Jun family, producing so many outstanding talents."

"The Ji family's Divine Maiden also has extraordinary talent, but I wonder if they can break through to the fiftieth floor?"

"I doubt it; not everyone can compare to the Jun Family's Divine Son. He is a demonic anomaly."

While the crowd speculated, the results were also revealed.

The two truly stopped at the forty-ninth floor.

But even so, their achievement was impressive, representing exceptional prowess within their generation.

"What a pity..."

Jun Lingcang exited the Celestial Dao Tower with his hands behind his back, still wearing a cloth over his eyes.

However, everyone could vaguely feel that Jun Lingcang's aura had grown stronger.

Within the Celestial Dao Tower, he too had gained an opportunity, his Double Pupils undergoing significant transformation.

On the other side, Ji Qingyi also stepped out gracefully.

She slightly shook her head, murmuring, "That Ghost-faced Maiden is indeed powerful and enigmatic, defeating her is too difficult."

Then, Ji Qingyi recalled the unusual events within the Celestial Dao Tower.

"Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao has really passed the forty-ninth floor?" Ji Qingyi instinctively looked up.

Seeing this, her jade-like face displayed a rare look of surprise, as if she had lost her soul.

"The fiftieth floor?" Ji Qingyi couldn't help but cover her red lips with her jade hand.

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