Chapter Fourteen Attempt

  After clarifying their respective backgrounds, the relationship between Zhao Ji and Ding Dian seemed to have become much closer, and the communication among the three people also became more harmonious.

  "The last ascended messenger was an existence that could fly, going up and down the peak of ascension was no problem at all, but if we want to go down, then we need to think of a way."

  Zhao's right thumb and index finger gently rubbed his chin, as if in thought.

  Zhao Ji's words shocked Ding Dian, who exclaimed in surprise: "Really? Can you really fly? Can a warrior from the Heavenly Realm actually reach the point of flying?"

  "It's impossible, even Da Mo Lao Zu from legend couldn't fly."

  Tianhong was also shocked.

  "Please, you two, this is the Heavenly Realm. As a higher realm, it's only natural that an extremely powerful warrior would possess unimaginable divine abilities. Flight is nothing special."

  With a wave of his hand, Zhao said lightly.

  Little did he know that Zhao Ji's heart was also secretly complaining, and this world named Tianjie actually had people who could fly with their own strength, but he didn't know either.

  Anyway, Ding Dian and Tian Hong basically had no idea about the situation in the Heavenly Realm. With a blank expression, no matter what Zhao Ji said, they could only believe it.

  "Look, a hundred feet below here, there is a row of large trees growing on the mountain wall. We can take that as a foothold."

  Zhao Ji pointed downwards and said to Ding Dian and Tian Hong.

  "This method is not bad. As long as there's a rope that can reach there, our first step is done. Next, we can take it one step at a time."

  Ding Dian first agreed after weighing it up.

  Looking around at the bare mountain wall, Tian Hong frowned and said: "But where is the rope, or such a long rope?"

  "That's right, we don't have a rope, but it doesn't matter, we can use rattan strips, dozens of rattan strips connected together, should be enough for three hundred feet."

  Ding Dian immediately thought of a solution.

  "Let's go back and prepare the rattan sticks."

  It didn't show, but Tian Hong was still a fiery and impulsive child.

  "No need, I have it if it's a rope."

  Stopped Ding Dian and Tian Hong, Zhao Ji took off the backpack on his back and opened it, taking out a rope as thick as a big thumb.

  As a special forces soldier, he has to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations and dangerous predicaments, so the full preparation of various equipment is a must. His backpack is like a treasure trove.

  That long rope is made of blended fibers and is very tough. Ordinary knives can't cut it, it's specially made.

  "What kind of rope is this? It's so smooth. The material is something I've never seen before. Things from the heavenly realm are indeed extraordinary. Right, let me ask, just how long is this rope?"

  While Zhao Ji was working, Ding Dian examined the rope material carefully and asked Zhao Ji while distinguishing it.

  In the valley, near the exit of the passage, there was a big tree that two people could hug together. Zhao Ji climbed back and tied one end of the rope to the tree, making a dead knot.

  Back on the platform, Zhao Ji threw down the rope and one end quickly disappeared from view. Only then did he turn back to smile: "This rope is over three hundred zhang long, it's perfect for our use. Perhaps we can give it a try."

  This mixed fiber rope, with a length of over one thousand meters, three hundred and thirty-three zhang, can reach the row of trees below with plenty to spare, but wanting to directly reach the foot of Feisheng Peak is out of the question.

  After discussion, among the three of them, Ding Dian's skills were the best, so he was the first to try. He used his hands and feet to climb down.

  It's no wonder that Ding Dian, who has made some achievements in the cultivation of the Divine Light Sutra, crawled down quickly and steadily. In just a short moment, he arrived at the predetermined location.

  Standing on top of a large tree, Ding Dian stirred up his inner strength and shouted upwards: "This rope is very sturdy and can fully withstand our weight, you can come down now."

  Later, Tian Hong and Ding Dian used their hands and feet together, and soon arrived at the end of the land. When it was Zhao Ji's turn, he amazed the two greatly.

  He lifted up his shirt, revealing a belt with a large key ring hanging from it. Zhao Ji secured the ring to the rope and ensured it was safe before quickly sliding down.

  When his foot stepped on the trunk, Zhao Ji opened the ring buckle. Ding Dian observed carefully beside him, sizing it up and praising: "What a great item, perfect for sliding down."

  "It's just a small thing, not worth mentioning. Let's think about what to do next. As far as the eye can see, there is no landing point."

  With a faint smile, Zhao Ji changed the subject, focusing his gaze downward, and said with some distress.

  "Never mind, let's go down and take a look first. As the saying goes, 'the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridgehead.' Hopefully, at the end of the rope, there will be another foothold."

  "Alright, I'll go take a look."

  Ding Dian responded positively.

  "No need, I'll go instead. I have a keychain, so it's safe and won't fall off accidentally."

  Patting the keychain on his belt, Zhao Ji said.

  With a single-minded determination that dismissed all objections from others, Zhao Ji continued to climb down, this high-altitude tightrope act was not his first time, and he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart.

  All the way down, a distance of more than 200 feet, although there was no place to land, but Zhao Ji also gained something.

  As they went down the road, the mountain wall didn't seem as steep as before. Although it still wasn't to the extent that Zhao Ji could climb with his bare hands, but overall, it was a good sign, and it gave him some hope.

  Very soon, the three hundred and thirty-three zhang long rope had reached its end. Holding onto the last section of the rope, both feet were suspended in mid-air, with no place to stand.

  "It seems that we have to go back to using rattan strips tied into ropes."

  He glanced down and Zhao Ji shook his head in disappointment, muttering to himself.

  Below, in the near distance, there was no place to set foot at all. Tens of meters away, there were a few large trees protruding from the rock wall, but Zhao Ji could not reach them.

  Along the original road back, spent nine cows and two tigers of strength, Zhao Ji re-climbed more than 200 yards of distance, this time is upwards. When his feet fell back on the trunk, he felt his arms sore and weak all over.

  Climbing up is much more difficult than sliding down, all the power comes from both arms. Although Zhao Ji's Shen Zhao Jing has achieved some success in cultivation, Yi Jin Jing has also entered the door, and even his strength has increased, but after this exercise, he is still exhausted and out of breath.

  "Huffing and puffing, but I'm exhausted."

  Lying on the trunk, Zhao Ji breathed heavily without stopping.

  "Zhao Ji, how are you?"

  After waiting for Zhao to rest for a while and relieving some fatigue, Ding Dian hurriedly asked.

  "No, the situation is not optimistic, we must go back and re-make preparations, it's best if we can tie a thousand-foot-long rattan rope."

  Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and said.