Inside the Sacred Tower lay a vast expanse of heaven and earth.
When Mo Lin and his group stepped through the tower gate, what greeted them was not the tower structure they had imagined, but an endless world! A towering sacred mountain pierced the clouds, its slopes radiating a faint holy glow amid swirling mist, majestic and imposing.
At the foot of the mountain, more than thirty figures hovered in the air. All of them were prodigies who had entered the Sacred Tower. They stared in shock at the sacred mountain before them and the enormous bluestone staircase that began at its base, winding upward into the depths of the clouds.
"The Heaven-Ascending Staircase? Same old routine." Mo Lin curled his lip disdainfully. Zi Yan, dead drunk and softly snoring, was still slung over his shoulder, while one of his hands held Little Lingxi's as she looked around curiously.
"Let's go." Mo Lin took Little Lingxi's hand and stepped onto the first stone stair.
Zuoqiu Qingyu and Yao Yao followed close behind. Seeing this, the other prodigies also put aside their thoughts and began climbing.
The stone steps looked ordinary, but the moment one set foot on them, an invisible pressure descended. The farther up they went, the greater the pressure became, while mist that disrupted the mind filled the air.
Mo Lin walked calmly, as though he were strolling through a courtyard. Zi Yan, draped over his shoulder, seemed uncomfortable from the jostling. She unconsciously shifted and let out a dissatisfied murmur.
Mo Lin simply took her off his shoulder and cradled her in one arm so she could sleep more comfortably. His other hand remained firmly clasped around Little Lingxi's.
As if she had found the safest harbor, the sleeping Zi Yan instinctively wrapped both arms tightly around