The climb up Mount Olympus was also a process of self-growth for Liu Zhi. Gradually, he even forgot why he had come here. There was only one thought in his mind.
When he had climbed halfway past the mountain's middle slopes, Liu Zhi suddenly saw clouds and mist appearing ahead. At the same time, he noticed a row of marble palaces beginning to line the roadside.
These palaces looked much like the one among the giant trees he owned. They had the same layout, with a plaza in front and a palace behind it.
Many handsome young men and women dressed in white robes served in each palace.
It was clear that their strength was close to the Mythical level, but they had no way to take that final step. They could only serve as attendants here.
Liu Zhi understood at a glance that these young men and women were already countless years old. The reason they were stuck here was that someone had blocked their paths.
If they wanted to rise in rank, they had to wait for the one above them to die.
But waiting for a god to die was no more likely than hoping Twilight of the Gods would come early.
No, that wasn't quite right. In Greek mythology, gods could be killed. But even if one of them died, would the domain they left behind have anything to do with these people?
Liu Zhi wasn't about to believe that.
If they had the ability to do it, they would have already taken out their superiors. They wouldn't wait for that moment.
These people had lost their goals and their drive. They were content with having reached this level, with living comfortably on Mount Olympus, and with the divine power in their food and drink that