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The fat man remained calm and composed, displaying the typical composure of a businessman. He waited until everyone had finished their tirade before slowly speaking:

"Gentlemen, the path is right before you; it's your own choice not to walk it. What does it have to do with me?"

He shrugged, his face full of innocence:

"No one stopped you. Everyone has the chance to obtain immortality, so why are you blaming the betting odds for being unfair? I didn't force you to place any bets."

"Bullshit! You're clearly trying to mislead us!" someone retorted, their eyes turning red.

胖子啧了一声，笑得愈发欠揍：「道友，买定离手，愿赌服输。

"If you bet correctly, you'll naturally make a fortune; if you bet incorrectly, it just means you're unlucky, and it's not my fault."

He had already put it very tactfully; if he wasn't capable enough, who could he blame?

As he spoke, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the crowd, his smile utterly sincere:

"But you've all come at the right time. The Immortal Gold Trial has more than just this one stage. See that door? Place your bets now, and you might still win back your losses. Don't miss this opportunity!"

Everyone was trembling with anger, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.

After all, Wanbaoge has a reputation for prestige; who would dare to actually make a move?

In the end, all they could do was act like hooligans and leave amidst their cursing.

However, some people hesitated for a long time, but gritted their teeth and went back to the betting line to continue placing bets.

The fat man smiled knowingly; that's just human nature.

Even knowing that the future is bleak, as long as there is resentment and restlessness, and the thought that there is still a sliver of hope to turn things around, there will always be someone willing to stake their last hope.

Wanbaoge is well aware of this principle, which is why it has been able to make a fortune.

After the minor incident, everyone's attention returned to the ancient Xuanhuang Road that stretched across the heavens and earth.

The atmosphere was heavy, and no one dared to overestimate their abilities and step forward.

The fate of those Purple Mansion Body Cultivators is still fresh in our minds. To reach the other shore, at the very least, one must be an extraordinary genius!

Not to mention what conditions are required for the Heavenly Gate that follows.

They couldn't handle this opportunity; they didn't even have the right to meet the immortal!

And just when they were hesitant to take the plunge...

"let me!!"

A youthful and spirited voice rang out, carrying the unique boldness of a young man.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

From the demon camp, a war ape with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth strode out with a powerful stride.

He was barefoot, tall and thin, covered in golden hair, and had an arrogant demeanor.

"He's a descendant of Aolai Mountain, from the lineage of the Sacred Ape!" someone recognized him and exclaimed in surprise.

"This race possesses extremely strong physical bodies and boundless magical power! They are endowed with innate supernatural abilities and are indestructible!!"

"Our ancestor was the renowned Qi Xian Tianzun! One of the few ancient lineages among the demon race whose power rivals that of the great emperors!"

"Hiss!! It's him!" The newcomer is extremely famous! Many people have heard of him.

Its bloodline is far weaker than that of the Golden Crow or the Primordial Ant!

"I didn't expect that even someone of the caliber of the Holy Ape's successor couldn't hold back."

"Then wouldn't that mean he could make it through this route?"

"With his abilities... perhaps he can..." an old scholar said softly, stroking his chin, sounding somewhat uncertain.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone held their breath; this was the first attempt by the first prodigy.

Even those who are also top talents take notice.

They all wanted to see, or weigh, how far the Eight Forbidden Sacred Ape, known for its physical prowess, could go on this ancient path.

The young saint ape ignored everything else and walked onto the Xuanhuang Road on his own.

The moment barefoot they stepped on the ground, a metallic clang resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like the clash of divine bells or the clashing of iron swords.

The ancient road hummed and trembled, and the primordial energy beneath his feet swirled and gave way, seemingly wary of the newcomer.

Without pausing for a moment, the holy ape strode out.

The golden light on his body formed a natural battle armor, engraved with the marks of the Great Dao, which held back the ever-pressing Xuanhuang gravity.

Those on the sidelines were dumbfounded.

Legend has it that the indestructible body of the Holy Ape lineage is strong enough to withstand ancient divine weapons!

Along with the Human Race's Two Walls, Overlord Body, and Primordial Sacred Body, it is known as one of the Three Perfections of Physical Body.

Seeing it with my own eyes now, it is indeed as they said!

For the first ten miles, the sacred ape moved as if on flat ground, its steps light and free.

Those heavy pressures that would have made someone in the early stages of the Purple Mansion realm kneel down were nothing more than a gust of wind beneath his feet.

They even had the leisure to glance at the distant Heavenly Gate, as if measuring the remaining journey.

But he did not underestimate him; the golden light on his body grew brighter and brighter, like a golden war god who had emerged from ancient times.

Ten miles away, the density of the Xuanhuang Qi suddenly increased dramatically.

Visible pale yellow patterns began to appear in the air, intertwining above the ancient road.

The young ape slowed down, his steps still steady, but lacking the previous lightness.

A slight change finally appeared in his expression.

The primordial energy surged in from all directions, seemingly intent on crushing his indestructible golden body.

But he was, after all, the invincible holy ape who reigned supreme with his physical strength, and he still straightened his back and pressed forward horizontally.

Fifty miles away, the surrounding air had become as thick as mud, and every step brought a painful roar.

He took a deep breath, his golden bones trembled, and his blood and qi surged, producing a thunderous roar.

After traveling two hundred miles, his hair began to sweat, and his speed slowed to half.

Three hundred miles away, he roared, his ape-like howl shattering the heavens. A thousand-foot-tall phantom of a holy ape appeared behind him, and he smashed his fist into the void, shattering all the Xuanhuang patterns in front of him, forcibly rushing forward fifty miles.

But the ancient road still stretches as far as the eye can see, and the pressure continues to mount.

At a distance of four hundred miles, his legs were enveloped in Xuanhuang Qi, and he had to use all his strength to take each step.

The holy ape gritted its teeth, its golden pupils burning with an indomitable flame.

Five hundred miles later, his breathing became erratic, his chest heaved like a bellows, and hot white mist kept escaping from his mouth.

He no longer conserved his energy, his hands forming a mudra, his adrenaline surging, his golden hair standing on end, and a terrifying plume of blood and qi shooting straight into the sky.

That was the manifestation of an indestructible body being pushed to its limit, radiating scorching heat and resisting immense pressure.

The holy ape continued to stride forward, and with each step it took, the ancient road trembled.

Six hundred li, seven hundred li, eight hundred li...

His speed increased rather than decreased, like an ancient ferocious ape breaking free of its shackles, running wildly on the Xuanhuang Road.

Nine hundred miles away, his magical power gradually began to deplete, his body began to sway, and his knees were on the verge of breaking.

When he had traveled 999 li, blood began to spill from his mouth. His battle armor had fallen apart, and his indestructible protective shield had been broken. With each step he took barefoot, golden beads of blood splattered onto the ancient road, making a hissing sound.

With only one mile left, he seemed to be carrying the entire world on his shoulders, his veins bulging, as he struggled to move forward.

When the last step landed, he felt a great sense of relief. He could no longer hold on and knelt down in front of the giant gate, his fists supporting his weight.

Despite being covered in blood and his gold coat having lost all its luster, his back remained stubbornly straight.

At this moment, only his heavy breathing could be heard in the world.