The ancient staircase towered ten thousand feet high, with flowers and plants growing along its sides, and towering trees reaching the sky.
At this moment, nearly a thousand silhouettes were climbing towards the top of the ancient staircase.
This seemed to have turned into a competition; the prodigies of the younger generation all wanted to reach the peak as fast as possible.
As they say, youthful vigor — no one wanted to show weakness to others.
Compared to them, the older generation of strong individuals appeared much more composed, climbing the staircase while carefully comprehending a certain special law contained within it.
"How do you feel?" At a spot several hundred steps up, Mo Wangchen looked at Tianxin, who was starting to breathe heavily, and could not help but ask.
