The power at the mountaintop was extraordinary.
After Li Ye climbed another five hundred steps, his cultivation gradually waned, the Divine Body Phenomenon dimmed, and an invisible resistance began pressing against his physical body.
In an instant, his body, Primordial Spirit, will, and cultivation were all struck. Even the foundation of his Great Dao was being crushed beneath this pressure.
It reached every inch of flesh, every star-like cell, even his bones and marrow.
His body crackled and boomed without cease.
Like a baptism of thunder, like a tempering in heavenly fire.
His body seemed ready to burst at any moment, and the toll was immense.
And this was only the result of a small portion of the resistance acting on his body. If his cultivation ran dry and his Divine Body could no longer hold out, the pain he would suffer would be billions of times worse.
Li Ye's Primordial Spirit was protected by the Underworld Emperor's Key and the Eighteen Layers of Hell, but both weapons were incomplete. They could not shield him from the mountaintop's mysterious power.
Still, his Primordial Spirit was being drained far less than his cultivation.
"Seven hundred steps left. After seven hundred steps, I'll reach the True Immortal Dao Field."
Li Ye murmured under his breath.
His will was formidable, and he had broken through to the second layer of the Immortal Realm. This much pain was nothing to him.
He continued climbing, though much more slowly.
He remained composed.
He bore the pressure without changing expression.
He climbed at the fastest speed he could manage.
He knew that the mountaintop's crushing resistance was draining vast amounts of his cultivation every moment. The longer he took, the worse it would be for him.
Slowing down would not lessen the drain.
A dozen breaths