Chapter 595: The Divine Pool of Creation!

Under the hazy sky, divine radiance soared into the heavens, essence rolled like the deep sea, dazzling beyond measure, and countless artistic conceptions spread out.

No one knew how far the divine rainbows stretched, as if a celestial omen had descended, startling the figures of the entire divine temple.

"This is the Divine Pool of Creation!" The big black bird trembled, his whole body shaking with excitement. This was an unparalleled supreme treasure; obtaining it would mean acquiring a divine treasury!

"What?" Yang Tian and the others shouted in unison, their faces full of disbelief, their eyes nearly popping out.

The Divine Pool of Creation seizes the creation of heaven and earth, gathers the divine energy of all realms, and converges the essence of all things—thus achieving creation!

The Divine Pool of Creation was a legendary supreme treasure, surpassing even divine medicine. Every drop contained a vast amount of essence, enough to make even the strongest fight until their eyes turned red and purple.

Such a divine pool had long been lost in the river of history, but who would have thought that Dao God Mountain possessed an entire pool!

This divine creation energy could help extend one's lifespan, comprehend countless mysteries, and was also a path for the strongest!

It was also the foremost of the ten supreme treasures of the Primordial Era!

"Unbelievable! Such a treasure was hidden here!" Fatty exclaimed with excitement, shouting in exhilaration.

"Does that mean if we ascend the heavenly stairs, we can obtain the Divine Pool of Creation?" Yang Tian couldn't help asking.

"Nonsense..." The big black bird shook his head, murmuring, "Throughout the ages, countless geniuses—no matter how extraordinary their talents or how supreme their divine bodies—only a handful have successfully ascended, according to ancient records!"

These words struck like a hammer, and Yang Tian and the others fell silent instantly. Throughout history, only a handful had succeeded. From the Primordial Era to the present, Dao God Mountain had seen countless geniuses, yet only so few.

Even though they were proud and ambitious, a sense of defeat arose within them. The odds were simply too slim.

"However, if you can ascend the last nine steps of the heavenly stairs, you can obtain one drop!" At this point, the big black bird couldn't help saying, "The odds increase significantly. If you reach the third step, you can obtain three drops; if you reach the peak, you can cultivate in the Divine Pool of Creation for one day!"

"Even one drop would be great!" Fatty's hands began to tremble. If he could obtain just one drop, it would be a heaven-defying fortune!

"Heh, it all depends on fate. Obtaining one drop is indeed a heaven-defying opportunity." The big black bird sighed. He was already old and would find it difficult to ascend, let alone obtain a drop.

"If I could cultivate inside for a day, I would truly be reborn!" Yang Tian's ambition surged. He greatly admired the combat prowess of the Madman and the Divine Monkey—they were true young supremes!

At the foot of the Heavenly Stairs of Creation stood a stone tablet inscribed with two characters: "Cease War."

"This is the place of ceasing war. If anyone uses force here, they will be instantly slain!" The big black bird stared at the stone tablet and said.

"Mm, that's good." Nodding, Yang Tian raised his head to look at the Heavenly Stairs of Creation. A powerful fluctuation flickered in his eyes, along with a terrifying will—he wanted to reach the very peak!

Yun'er's robes fluttered, her bright eyes shot out divine rays, and her beautiful gaze fell upon the Divine Pool of Creation, showing a rare trace of fervor.

"Yun'er, be sure not to reveal your divine body." Sensing this change, Yang Tian turned his head to look at Yun'er, gently clasped her hand, and said slowly.

"I know, Brother Yang Tian..." Yun'er tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nodded, and giggled.

"You go up. Don't use any artifacts." The big black bird sighed and perched on a large tree.

Nodding, Yang Tian stepped toward the Heavenly Stairs of Creation. As soon as he approached, an indescribable artistic conception arose, very similar to the aura emitted by the stairs.

"Even if I don't obtain the Divine Pool of Creation, just taking a walk here will bring no small benefit." Immersed in this artistic conception, Yang Tian couldn't help nodding.

His foot slowly landed on the first step. Suddenly, a pressure descended from heaven and earth, enveloping both his physical body and divine soul, like a great mountain slowly descending.

"It's similar to the stone statues." Licking his lips, Yang Tian stepped up the stairs step by step. Chaotic light manifested around him, as if a deity were climbing a divine ladder to the heavens.

The Heavenly Stairs of Creation emerged, stirring up winds from all directions. Many terrifying prodigies rushed over and began to walk on the stairs.

A group of beings from the divine mountain, upon noticing Yang Tian walking on the stairs, glared angrily, their eyes nearly splitting. If not for the prohibition on killing here, they would have swarmed him.

"Once you leave, you're dead!" Yi Xing shouted, his killing intent like a heavenly blade. Outside Dao God Mountain, there were ancestors of their clan with profound cultivation, easily capable of killing Yang Tian.

"Our Heavenly Roc Clan will surely slay you and massacre your entire family!"

A group of fearsome clans issued threats, vowing to kill Yang Tian. They had been tricked too badly.

Yang Tian's eyes remained utterly calm. His entire body radiated a shocking Dao rhythm, with the sound of Dao roaring within him. He merged into the artistic conception emanating from the Divine Pool of Creation and walked upward step by step.

The stairs, which had been nearly empty, were now crowded with a large number of people, all climbing upward.

Night had fallen. The moonlight rose, pure and bright. A milky white mist seemed to rise between heaven and earth, dazzling and magnificent.

After a day of climbing, on the 9,999-step heavenly stairs, Xuan Yuan Mu and his group, who had arrived earliest, had already climbed to the 5,000th step, far ahead of the others. No one had stopped yet; they continued climbing.

Below, the number of people had decreased by more than half compared to daytime. Many had forced themselves forward, damaging their origins, and now looked up at the geniuses in the void.

Yang Tian, who had drawn much attention, had been extremely swift during the day, climbing 3,000 steps in one go, leaving many elders far behind and eliciting constant sighs.

But now, he stood motionless on the 3,000th step, unchanging like an ancient monument. Chaotic light manifested, and his whole body exuded a Dao rhythm.

"Hmph, I overestimated you. Can't go beyond 3,000 steps, huh?" Yi Xing turned back to look at the still Yang Tian, a sneer on his face. Yang Tian had been motionless for two hours.

"Probably his potential is exhausted. If he can't reach the 7,000th step, he's no threat." The Heavenly Wolf Clan snorted.

A group of beings sneered and cursed, but Yang Tian remained unmoved. He was immersed in the artistic conception descending from the void, absorbed in enlightenment.

Fatty and the others were puzzled. This level of difficulty was nothing to him. With Yang Tian's foundation, it was not impossible for him to reach the tenth step.

"What is he doing?" Even Meng Yunxi had surpassed him. She cast a sidelong glance at Yang Tian and continued walking up the stairs.

"If he can't even get past this, I've truly overestimated him." The black-clad youth, radiating golden light for a thousand zhang, walked like a war god. He looked back at Yang Tian and said slowly.

Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things... This is the opening of the Dao Scripture. A few words carry the essence of all things, yet are difficult to comprehend.

The divine treasury Yang Tian cultivated reenacted the creation of heaven and earth. His internal organs nurtured a supreme method, giving birth to a deity—a peerless divine art.

The artistic conception emanating from the Divine Pool of Creation, however, was identical to the essence of the Dao Scripture. Yang Tian vaguely felt that the Dao Scripture seemed to have glimpsed a thread of divine charm from creation, evolving into this technique.

The Divine Pool of Creation ranked first among the ten supreme treasures of the Primordial Era! It governed all things, an existence before which even divine medicine bowed.

The organs within Yang Tian's body rumbled continuously, emitting a thousand auspicious rays. His whole body exuded a shocking Dao rhythm. The sixth damaged organ, subtly influenced by the surrounding aura, showed signs of transformation.

This fluctuation delighted Yang Tian. He vaguely felt that his deduction was correct. Cultivating near the Divine Pool of Creation might allow him to comprehend many parts of the Dao Scripture that he had not understood, and his cultivation technique would become more perfect.

Another two hours passed. Yang Tian was now alone, standing on the 3,000th step. His Dao rhythm grew even more vigorous, and the chaotic light flowing around him was subtly transforming.

"Look! Someone has reached the 8,000th step!" At this moment, people below shouted excitedly, their faces full of envy and disbelief.

Throughout history, those who could climb 8,000 steps were already geniuses of their generation, with profound foundations and destined to become great emperors.

"There are so many prodigies in this generation. Truly a great era!" Someone exclaimed, seeing many unfamiliar faces, each with deep reserves and terrifying potential.

"Alas, it's a pity that Yang Tian might fade away." Others sighed. Many had high hopes for Yang Tian's potential, but it seemed he could climb no further.