Tianzhu Mountain is truly a strange place, even its geomagnetic pull behaves peculiarly.
The higher you go, the greater the geomagnetic force becomes.
Walking up feels like your legs are weighed down by lead, each step heavier, each climb more exhausting.
Those chasing Long Fei had dispersed by the time they reached fifteen hundred meters altitude—some racing ahead, others lagging behind.
Long Fei sat on the mountain trail, smoking a cigarette, silently marveling at the tenacity of those who had paved this narrow, sinuous path on such a steep and unyielding terrain.
The trail spiraled upward, winding toward the clouds, as if it truly led to the celestial Immortal Realm above.
By the time he finished his cigarette, only about a dozen cultivators had caught up, grumbling as they ascended. "Isn't this brat supposed to be done for? How's he running faster than a rabbit?"
