The setting sun was like blood, the sea of people like a tide.
The golden afterglow of the sunset shone upon the Seventy-second Small Peak, making that silhouette stand out brilliantly.
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan seemed not to be walking towards the Seventy-second Small Peak, but ascending a ladder leading to sacred glory.
He stepped against the endless rays of sunset, as if already leaving an indelible mark on the history of the Divine Sect, with colors illuminating ages.
When the figure appeared at the summit of the Seventy-second Small Peak, the entire Divine Sword Sect seemed to quiet down momentarily, the calmness a precursor to more intense boiling.
Indeed, it was so.
Instantly.
"Five months, he truly kept his promise after five months, stepping onto the Seventy-two Small Peaks."
"Although this moment came later than I imagined, no matter what, he finally ascended steps that countless people couldn't reach in their lifetime."
