Above the sea, the white tiger soared into the sky. After passing through the clouds, its speed gradually slowed.
On the white tiger's back, Ning Chen stood still, watching the four iron chains that reached the heavens, his expression growing increasingly grave.
In the endless high sky, the temperature had become terrifyingly low. White frost had even formed upon the white tiger's wings.
Little Gourd was so cold that he hid inside the divine restriction, not daring to emerge again.
"Stop."
Seeing that the white tiger had reached its limit, Ning Chen calmly spoke, instructing, "Wait here. I'll go up myself."
Upon hearing this, the white tiger halted and no longer forced itself onward.
With a step, Ning Chen leaped into the air. Both hands seized one of the heaven-reaching iron chains, and he swung from it before flying toward another chain.
The icy iron chain chilled him to the bone. The instant Ning Chen touched it, frost formed over both his hands. Yet a moment later, the frost melted, unable to harm the body formed from the Divine Tree's origin.
For a mortal to ascend to heaven, every step was arduous. Ning Chen's figure darted between the four heaven-reaching iron chains, relying on the power of his fleshly body to force his way toward the Nine Heavens above the sea of clouds.
Below, the white tiger beat its wings and waited in place. Its tiger eyes watched the skies with a faint trace of unease.
At the horizon, the Plain-clothed Figure swept rapidly onward. Before long, he had already ascended a thousand miles.
At the edge of his vision, the starry sky seemed close enough to touch. At last, the true appearance of the ends of the four heaven-reaching iron chains emerged.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes. His figure