At night, when she finally staggered and crawled up to the mountaintop, her body was already unbearably weak, and she fell to her knees, her breaths short and rapid.
After quite a while, Zhan Li finally caught her breath, but as soon as she moved slightly, her vision went dark.
She took out an elixir and swallowed it, then looked at the time.
She knew the Saint's opportunity was rare; why would she wait precisely until midnight to arrive? She had climbed the mountain long before dark, reaching the peak with more than an hour until midnight.
At this moment, the voices from below the mountain were loud and chaotic, with tens of thousands of cultivators still gathered around the Saint's lecturing altar, unwilling to disperse.
This Saint's lecture had already become a grand gathering for cultivators in the Domain Realm.
The sea wind on the mountaintop was cold and desolate. Zhan Li sat on the summit, looking at the sea of lights below, her heart merely indifferent.
