Sound Pattern Mountain, Stairway of Courage.
In the blink of an eye, seven days and seven nights passed.
Xia Ping climbed upward step by step. At first, it was relatively easy, but the higher he climbed, the more he could feel wave after wave of immense pressure. The terrifying power of demonic sound seeped into his soul and battered it without cease, as though countless heavy hammers were striking his soul, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Five thousand steps!
By now, he had climbed a full five thousand steps. This was an exceedingly lofty height; even ordinary Primordial Ancient Saints could not reach such a point.
An ordinary Primordial Ancient Saint would likely be crushed outright upon reaching the three-thousandth step.
Yet Xia Ping, with merely Ancient Realm cultivation, had reached such a height. This already proved that his soul power far surpassed that of ordinary Primordial Ancient Saints. If word of this got out, who knew how many Saints would be shocked.
Even so, when he looked up, he still could not see the summit of Sound Pattern Mountain. It seemed concealed beneath layer after layer of clouds and mist, its end nowhere in sight.
After all, Sound Pattern Mountain had a full eighteen thousand steps. He had only withstood five thousand, having covered merely about one-third of the journey. He had not even reached halfway yet; he was still far from it.
At this moment, Xia Ping felt bursts of agonizing pain in his soul, as though it were about to shatter. An endless weariness surged up from the depths of his soul...
If he could, he would have loved nothing more than to collapse on the ground at once and fall into a deep sleep.
However, from the information on this trial, he knew that if he