"Mr. Mu, this..."
A Tu watched, somewhat frightened. The mysterious power had stripped him of all his strength; he was now nothing more than mortal flesh.
Mu Qing pulled him onto a tree branch no thicker than an arm. The moment he climbed onto it, he was scared half out of his wits, feeling as though he might snap the branch at any moment and plunge to his death.
"What are you panicking for? You won't die." Mu Qing lay directly atop another branch, utterly at ease.
The power of his soul spread out beneath them, supporting them. In truth, even if both branches snapped, they would not fall.
A Tu had initially been frantic, but after staring blankly for a while, he discovered that the branch beneath him was incredibly sturdy. No matter how he pressed down on it, it would not break.
Unlike Mu Qing and A Tu, the other Great Emperors were climbing the mountain for dear life. Their physical bodies had indeed not been weakened to an excessively frail degree.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the Great Emperors had reached a height of fifteen thousand meters.
The first-place Upper Great Emperor was still in the lead, already nearing twenty thousand meters.
As for Mu Qing and A Tu, they remained at the very back, slowly following along.
"Mr. Mu, the branches on this mountain are so sturdy. Why don't these people take a break?" A Tu raised his head to look at the figures struggling their way up the mountain, curiosity in his eyes.
As he climbed with Mu Qing, they would occasionally find a branch growing from the sheer cliff face and rest there for a while. It was incomparably easy.
It might have been a little slower this way, but it was