His foot, which he had just lifted to step onto the seventy-first stair, seemed to freeze in mid-air.
Below, the hearts of the several hundred people, which had just settled, instantly leaped back into their throats. They all held their breath in unison.
It was as if their own hearts were being slowly squeezed by Lu Ping's halted step.
'It's happening!'
'This is the real Asking Dao Ladder! Has it finally shown its fangs?!'
'How much longer... can he last?'
'One breath?'
'Two breaths?'
Su Ling'er was stunned as well.
'But... how is he still standing so steadily? There's no disturbance in his Spiritual Power, nor has his mind faltered...'
Just as everyone thought Lu Ping had fallen into a terrifying Heart Demon Illusion Realm and was on the verge of his Dao heart shattering—
The foot hovering in the air slowly... retracted.
Then, he... right in front of everyone, he actually pulled a waterskin from his robes.
