By the twentieth step, the clothes on his body could no longer withstand it. They ignited instantly, turning to ashes.
By the twenty-first step, his shoes burned to cinders beneath his feet.
On the twenty-second step, his hair and eyebrows were completely incinerated.
Lanling continued climbing upward.
Step twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…
At this point, the number of corpses on the steps beside the path was noticeably fewer.
Step thirty-two.
The surface of Lanling's skin began to melt, scorching and burning.
It burned repeatedly, only to regenerate again and again.
The soles of his feet were also burned black time after time, only to revert to their original state over and over.
Were someone able to see him now, they would have thought him a dreadful ghost: his entire body bare, scorched into charcoal repeatedly, but restored to his original, naked form each time.
An endless surge of fiery energy poured into his body.
