In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
Wang Xiu was still climbing the ancient peak. The powerful experts of the past around him hadn't diminished; in fact, they had grown even stronger. At the same time, Wang Xiu had already gathered more than a hundred strands of Immortal Qi. This was an astonishing number, as each strand represented a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation.
Meanwhile, his steps were no longer as effortless as before, becoming increasingly strenuous.
"The Spiritual Pressure in this world is becoming heavier and heavier!" Wang Xiu's gaze flickered as he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Even with his physical strength, his deep foundation, and the perfect synergy between his Ming Emperor's Infernal Classic and this environment, he still found it arduous. The path ahead would be even more difficult.
"Life... death..."
