Yi Xifeng realized that this was the right path. Only after he made up his mind could he receive feedback from the world of swordsmanship.
"Thank you." Yi Xifeng continued to climb up.
With his amazing arm strength and endurance, even without relying on his true energy, he could still walk on flat ground in this steep mountain rock.
Ten feet.
Twenty feet.
Thirty feet.
In Yi Xifeng's eyes, there is only the persistence to keep improving.
"Impossible, impossible! How could Heaven recognize you!"
When the man in fine clothes saw this scene, his eyes were full of surprise.
Heavenly Thunder Punishment, even in these thousands of years, is rarely mentioned by anyone, and some are only a few words in ancient scrolls. Not to mention that it was the return of the great road after Tian Lei.
"Don't you have to be like him?" Looking at Yi Xifeng, who was lying on the rock with his whole body, the man in fine clothes felt repulsed.
In his eyes, swords and kendo represent the ultimate in sassiness. Dressed in white, he can beat the snow, and his sword can reach millions. Even now, his body is still not stained by any dust.
The figure of Yi Xifeng above was climbing up step by step, gradually getting away from him. Although the movement was slow, it had a goal and direction.
There was a trace of confusion in the eyes of the man in fine clothes. If he didn't make a decision as soon as possible, his journey might end here.
He looked down at the stairs exposed under his feet, and then at the rock wall mixed with soil and insects. His confused eyes gradually became firmer, and he found the path he should take.
"My heart is in harmony with heaven and earth, why should I go with filth?"
With the steps under his feet, the man in fine clothes stepped on the stairs in front of him.
In an instant, the sky and the earth rotated, the scene continued to rotate, the surrounding scenery spread rapidly, and the sword fell from the clouds in the harmony of heaven.
The halo dissipated, and the man in rich clothes lowered his head. At his feet, there was a sword of heaven.
Under the stairs, there is Yi Xifeng's figure lying on the rock.
One step spans more than ten feet!
"Hahahahahahaha, going with the flow is the general trend!" The man in rich clothes paused, then stepped forward, "Today, I will show you what it means - to reach the sky in one step!"
The halo reappeared, the surrounding scenery changed again, and the vision of heaven reappeared, but all of this was calm in Yi Xifeng's eyes.
After a moment of breathing, the halo dissipated, and the man in rich clothes did not disappear. He was still standing there. The so-called vision of heaven was just a flash in the pan.
Kaka——
There was a clear sound of breaking. The man in rich clothes looked down. He didn't know when the steps under his feet began to crack and break. The sword of heaven inserted at his feet had long since disappeared.
"No! It's not like that!" The man in rich clothes panicked and looked for the next step, but he couldn't find it. If he fell from here, his path to swordsmanship would definitely come to an abrupt end.
"You are water without a source and a tree without roots. How can you find a way?" Yi Xifeng picked up a rock with his hand and moved it up half a foot again.
"You can travel this far with my help. It's time for you to go down."
After Yi Xifeng finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, and pieces of debris fell off from the top. When they landed next to Yi Xifeng, the pieces had already turned into mist and disappeared.
A gust of mountain wind blew, making Yi Xifeng's clothes rustle.
The fair young man grasped the rock peaks with firm fingers. He looked back at the scenery behind him, and the towering rocks were fully visible.
There is no annoying noise here.
Disappearing together with the stairs, there was also the figure of the man in rich clothes.
The sky has turned from deep black to gray. There are small trees growing in the gaps between the rocks. They stand hard among the rock peaks. The crowns of the small trees are particularly conspicuous. The wind rustles on the crowns. The sound seemed to be a whisper in Yi Xifeng's ear.
Here, you are not the only one.
Yi Xifeng continued to climb up, and the huge ray of heaven that had descended back then was constantly repairing his body.
Two hundred feet.
Three hundred feet.
Four hundred feet.
Yi Xifeng followed the footsteps of his predecessors on this mountain rock.
Seniors, in this unique way, have always been by his side, accompanying him in his climb.
It’s just that the further up you go, the fewer the white marks become.
It was not until he climbed here that Yi Xifeng felt that the warmth brought by heaven's return was gradually fading.
It is true that he is a body-refining warrior, but now he also feels a little tired. He feels that his physical strength is being consumed rapidly, and the fatigue is constantly eroding the will in his mind.
It seemed like a voice kept echoing in his ears, urging him to give up.
But until the next moment.
He saw another white mark - five hundred and thirty-three feet, Zhu Yun.
In the past, a white mark would only appear after a certain distance, but this was the first name to appear on the rock wall. Although I don’t know how it was carved, looking at the lines of the white mark, it seemed Drawn out with fingers.
Suddenly, Yi Xifeng seemed to understand something.
The places where these predecessors left their mark are the most dangerous places they experienced while climbing this mountain. You have to be careful everywhere, as you may fall off this cliff if you make one wrong move.
When they encounter these dangerous places on their way, they will take a break and press the white marks. Just to give some encouragement to those who come after me. Maybe they don't know each other, but this approach can make people feel warm.
But when doing things, don’t ask for names.
Perhaps the Zhu Yun who left his name has already reached the peak...
Yi Xifeng pursed her lips and continued to climb up.
Six hundred and seventy-two feet - Zhu Yun.
Yi Xifeng glanced at the small characters engraved on the rock, his eyes became determined again, and he climbed up. This was the second time he encountered this name.
He felt that his muscles were shaking uncontrollably, as if they were whining, begging him to stop, constantly attacking the will in his mind. Even so, he never stopped climbing upwards.
Now Yi Xifeng is like a puppet, repeating the same movements, raising his arms, picking stones, leveraging his strength, and kicking his legs, all in one go.
I don’t know how long I have been climbing, but there have been no white marks on the surrounding rock walls for a long time.
Just when he thought there would be no more traces going up.
Seven hundred and ninety-nine feet - Zhu Yun.
Yi Xifeng looked at the small words in front of him in astonishment. As he continued to climb up, there was no rock in his hand to rely on. He took it and fell off. He suddenly looked up and saw that there was still a way to go up. A sudden cliff edge, but the rock wall at the edge is as smooth as ice shoes.
Unable to borrow power.
There is no road left here, it is the end of the mountain rock, and there are no more white marks for him to pave the way.
At 799 feet, he came up, but after 799 feet, there was Tianchi. (End of chapter)
