Chapter 1439: Bottomless Pit! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”It'd be great to be the world's number one, but you need to have your life to enjoy it! It's no good! I have to retreat!”

A martial artist gnashed his teeth, struggle in his eyes and a mighty battle taking place in his heart. Finally, he reversed course, crawling upward on his hands and feet.

He sensed that if he didn't turn around now, he would truly lose his grip and die in vain.

One person turning around was like the first domino in a line, and other martial artists instantly began to turn around and reluctantly climb back up. This formed a stark contrast with that desperate struggle to be first from before.

Treasure was important, but life was even more important.

As time went on, the vast majority of the martial artists continued to descend, driven by the allure of treasure. Twelve hundred meters, fifteen hundred meters, eighteen hundred meters, two thousand meters… Several hours passed, and the lack of noise besides the sound of climbing had become rather frightening.

However, the pit continued to have no end, continued to be that bottomless abyss.

As time went on, more and more martial artists could no longer keep up and were forced to turn back.

Wang Chong was motionless, minimizing his breathing to its utmost. If one didn't look carefully, one would even think that he was a lifeless corpse.

The Turtle Breathing Art!

The unusual art he had learned from the Sindhu monks finally had a chance to display its use.

Martial artists were unable to endure in thin-air environments because their metabolisms were too powerful. But if one dropped their metabolism to the lowest possible level, one would naturally need much less air.

Thus, even if the air was thin, one could still move around normally.

This was the countermeasure Wang Chong had thought of to deal with this bottomless abyss.

”Not bad!”

On the head of the white dragon, the Demonic Emperor Old Man had been extremely worried about Wang Chong. But now that he heard how long Wang Chong needed for each breath and that his metabolism had dropped to its lowest possible level, he couldn't help but subtly nod.

Although Wang Chong was young, he was extremely experienced. There was no need to worry about him in situations like these.

Buzz!

A moment later, the Demonic Emperor Old Man closed his own eyes and used an unusual art of his own.

He did not know Wang Chong's Turtle Breathing Art, but as a grandmaster of the martial arts world and the evil path's number one, the Demonic Emperor Old Man knew far more arts than Wang Chong.

At the same time, the Wushang Village Chief also minimized his breathing.

The multitude of martial artists continued to clamber down the walls like monkeys. Fortune was found in danger, and there were still many martial artists unwilling to give up in the face of this particular danger.

We must be nearly three thousand meters from the top now! But there's still no bottom in sight. Just how deep is this pit left behind by the Origin Immortal Lord? And why did he have to make his treasury so complicated?

Wang Chong sat motionless, using his Stellar Energy to attach himself to the white dragon. Meanwhile, his mind was buzzing with thought.

Whether in this life or the last, Wang Chong had been through countless dangerous places, but none of them had made him feel as insignificant as this giant chasm. The people hanging on the walls were like tiny ants, and they were liable to drop down at any moment.

This pit seemed to be part of a world of giants, and no one knew where its terminus was.

At three thousand meters, the air was extraordinarily thin. This distance was unimaginable for many martial artists, comparable to an abyss. But Wang Chong sensed that this was a small distance for this massive pit with a diameter of seven to eight hundred meters.

Everyone who comes here is here to become the world's number one, but who knows how many of them can last until the bottom?

As this thought passed through his mind, Wang Chong slowly raised his head.

From Wang Chong's perspective, up above was darkness. The opening they had come in through was suspended high in the sky, a tiny star about the size of a sesame seed. And from what he could make out, there were still many martial artists clambering their way down.

These scenes combined to give an impression of this place as a dark passage to another world.

Whoooah!

As he was thinking, his surroundings trembled and a large amount of stones and gravel dropped down. The white dragon also trembled, shaking Wang Chong along with it.

Startled, Wang Chong hurriedly steadied himself.

It's the pit wall!

Wang Chong's eyes gleamed as he focused on the cave wall down below.

At this depth, the light was extremely weak, and it should have been impossible to see anything. But Wang Chong could see a faint white light reflecting off the walls.