"Don't give up, don't give up, there is still a chance..." he mumbled all the way, like someone possessed.
Unfortunately, reality is that cruel.
He soon reached the end of the stone steps.
Further up is the summit of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
The young man looked back, gazing at the series of stone steps below.
An overwhelming dizziness suddenly swept over him.
The mountain wind blew, making him feel like he was teetering on the edge.
Beyond, there was only the sword left by the Dao Ancestor.
The young man once dreamed grand dreams.
But now with the sword so close at hand, all he could think was: "Are you worthy?"
Xu Ziqing gazed at the sky with a desolate expression, and the taut string in his heart suddenly snapped.
The evil sword at the mountain's peak continuously guided his mind.
It was like a devil that bewitched the heart.
It kept pushing Xu Ziqing, driving him to the edge of the cliff.
And then, it let him fall into a helpless abyss.
