Fang Yuan dragged himself up another step, lungs burning and vision trembling.
His robes were soaked through with sweat, clinging to him as if trying to pull him down. Each breath felt like fire in his chest.
"Master…" he panted, nearly collapsing on the railing, "how far are we…?"
Zhao Lusi turned around and she lifted her head, counted something with her fingers, and nodded thoughtfully.
"Just fifty million steps more. Hang in there."
Fang Yuan's soul momentarily left his body.
Fifty… million…?
He forced his legs forward again, despairing in silence.
Seven days passed.
Seven days of endless climbing.
When they finally reached the summit, Fang Yuan collapsed onto the stone platform, arms spread, chest heaving like a dying ox.
He could feel every muscle in his body... he also wished he couldn't.
I would never have survived this if not for my physique strengthening after entering the Hollow Spirit Realm… he cried internally.
Zhao Lusi nodded with satisfaction.
