Climbing to the summit of Punishment Mountain was an extremely difficult task.
Since Jiang Ping An had arrived at Punishment Mountain all those years ago, apart from the monk Xuan Zhu, not a single Earth Immortal-level powerhouse in this region had reached the summit.
Perhaps only one living being could reach the summit every thousand years.
Moreover, most of those beings had already washed away the effects of their sins in Yellow Springs Water and suffered little punishment from Punishment Mountain.
Those like Jiang Ping An, who climbed Punishment Mountain burdened with enormous sins, had basically all died.
Seeing Jiang Ping An continuing upward, many beings unconsciously turned their attention to him.
They wanted to see whether Jiang Ping An could truly reach the summit.
If he could make it to the mountaintop, he would absolutely set a precedent.
Most beings secretly hoped Jiang Ping An would not reach the summit. Though they bore him no grudge, people had a certain mentality: they could not stand seeing others doing well, seeing others climb out of the mire.
They did not want to see someone clearly burdened with enormous sins leave this hellish place before them.
Jiang Ping An continued up Punishment Mountain, his steps steady and powerful.
Although the loss of gravity had greatly reduced the pressure, the purple lightning and Karmic Fire grew ever stronger.
Every bolt of lightning contained terrifying destructive power capable of tearing apart mountains and rivers and collapsing the earth. Purple radiance interwove in the air into an enormous net of lightning that enveloped Jiang Ping An.
The Karmic Fire also became more arrogant. No longer content with leaping within the cracks in the ground, it behaved like a living creature, each touch trying to devour both his soul and flesh.
In this manner, Jiang