On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

"So, this is Mount Emei," Chen Tian murmured, his gaze lingering on the towering

mountain before him.

Mist clung to the ancient stone pathways, and the peaks stretched so high they pierced the clouds, their tops obscured from view.

They stood on a forbidden side of the mountain, a place off-limits to tourists. The path before them was veiled in thick fog, and the air felt dense, as though the very atmosphere resisted their approach.

"I never knew such a place existed on Mount Emei," Aria whispered, scanning their surroundings with awe and curiosity.

"Typical," Emilia added softly. "Places like this are usually hidden from tourists. No one's allowed here."

"This place isn't anything special," Ming Lei cut in, his dismissive tone slicing through the air. He surveyed the misty landscape with a bored glance, as if the whole scene were little more than an inconvenience.

"Oh, really?" Lin Xue's voice dripped with sarcasm as she stepped closer to Ming Lei, her eyes flashing with amusement. "You make it sound like you're some kind of expert."

She had little patience for Ming Lei's arrogance; people who never considered anyone else's perspective always rubbed her the wrong way.

Ming Lei scoffed, his expression hardening, but Lin Xue held her ground, tilting her head and smirking at him.

"Ugh, what a—" he thought bitterly, narrowing his eyes at her in irritation. He straightened, fixing her with a cold, steely glare.

"I don't need someone like you questioning my abilities," he replied icily, tension thickening the misty air around them.

The others sighed—everyone except Ming Jian, who watched the pair's bickering with mild exasperation.

Suddenly, Chen Tian's senses sharpened. His gaze snapped to the left, where the mist seemed to ripple unnaturally.

"Someone's coming," he said, his voice calm but commanding.

Everyone turned to face the direction Chen Tian was watching. Even Ming Lei and Lin Xue fell silent, looking toward him.

Through the mist, a figure emerged, tall and imposing, radiating a powerful aura. His midnight-blue robe was adorned with intricate silver patterns that twisted and spiraled like constellations across the fabric.

A dark hood shadowed his face, but a faint silver emblem—a coiled dragon encircling a moon—glinted under the edge.

Ming Jian's expression shifted to one of shock—not at the figure's presence, but at Chen Tian's ability to detect him. That emblem signified the Grandmaster Organization, a group where every member was at the grandmaster level.

For Chen Tian to have sensed him meant his own strength was extraordinary.

When Ming Jian had last sparred with Chen Tian, he'd suspected Chen Tian was more than just a divine martial artist. The pressure Chen Tian had exerted had been overwhelming, and now, compared to the grandmaster's aura in front of him, Chen Tian power felt even more profound.

"So, the Ming family has arrived," the figure spoke, his gaze settling on Ming Jian.

Ming Jian quickly straightened, stepping forward and bowing slightly. His usual arrogance as a patriarch and divine martial artist was replaced with respect.

"Senior," he greeted, his voice steady. "It's an honor to see you here."

The figure inclined his head in acknowledgment, glancing briefly at each member of the group before returning his gaze to Ming Jian.

"I'm here to ensure you reach the entrance safely," the man said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.

Everyone except Chen Tian and the girls looked at the man with deep respect. His mere presence cast a powerful aura over them, and they unconsciously straightened, their postures more disciplined.

For Chen Tian, though, the grandmaster's pressure was trivial. Even Aria and Emilia seemed unaffected, their bodies brimming with spiritual energy far beyond what any martial artist in their realm could harness.

"The ancient ruin will open in exactly two hours. Use this time to prepare; the gate isn't far; you guys can follow me," the grandmaster said.

"Thank you, Senior," Ming Jian replied, bowing respectfully. "We're ready to proceed."

With a simple nod, the figure turned, his movements almost soundless as he began striding forward. The group fell in line behind him.

As they moved deeper into the mountain's heart, they quickly realized how treacherous the terrain had become. The path narrowed, winding through jagged rock formations and steep steps carved haphazardly into the mountain's face.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A non-martial artist would struggle to scale such heights.

The others in the group watched in amazement as Aria and Emilia navigated the rugged path with ease.

Ming Lei's eyes widened in disbelief; it was clear these two women were more formidable than he'd realized.

After training with Chen Tian for a few days, both girls could now use the spiritual energy in their bodies more freely.

"Hm!" The grandmaster also noticed Aria and Emilia, and his face showed shock the more he looked at them.

"Divine martial artists…" he murmured, unable to conceal his surprise. "These girls… they're at the divine level!"

A shock wave ran through him as he realized both women were at such an advanced level.

"How is it possible? They don't even look like they're in their mid-twenties…"

The grandmaster's shock didn't go unnoticed. Chen Tian, who had been behind the girls, cast a subtle glance at him, knowing exactly what had caused the stir.

Aria and Emilia's auras were more profound than a normal martial artist, and now both of them at the Qi Refinement Realm, their auras couldn't easily be hidden, especially since they lacked the experience to conceal it. A grandmaster would easily sense their strength.

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Chen Tian, however, remained inconspicuous. His aura was utterly concealed, radiating nothing more than the presence of a normal person. Even as the grandmaster's gaze swept over the group, it brushed past Chen Tian, drawn only to Emilia and Aria.

Chen Tian's control was not something easily achieved; it was mastery honed through years of discipline, concealing his true strength from even the sharpest of senses.

In the immortal Realm, it was a necessity for a cultivator to conceal their cultivation since it would be easier to take on their opponent by surprise.

The grandmaster's lips pressed into a thin line as he sized up the group. "It seems this ruin expedition is going to get interesting," he thought, recalling the other powerful families that would be present.

The realization that this group harbored young martial artists already at the divine level intrigued him, and he wondered how their families had cultivated them.

As they continued their ascent, Chen Tian fell back slightly, joining Aria and Emilia. He leaned closer to them, his voice low.

"Be mindful of your auras; you're drawing more attention than necessary."

Aria's eyes sparkled with a touch of amusement. "Are we really that noticeable?"

"More than you realize," Chen Tian replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But for now, let's keep a low profile."

"Mm," both girls nodded in agreement, their expressions more serious.