Rewind to three months earlier, at the two thousandth step of Taiyue Divine Peak, Master Shi Fang's footsteps finally came to a halt.
He propped his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, beads of sweat as big as beans rolling down his cheeks, hitting the greenish-black stone steps and instantly evaporating into white mist under the sword pressure.
His mana surged violently like boiling water, but still couldn't resist the heavy pressure emanating from the stone steps.
That pressure, like a tangible mountain, pressed firmly on his shoulders, making every step he took feel like his bones were creaking.
Climbing these steps, cultivation was not the main factor. In fact, the higher the cultivation, the more disadvantageous it was, because the sword pressure would rise accordingly.
To stride up the steps briskly, insights into Sword Dao, Sword Heart, and Sword Intent were the key.
