Now, it seemed there was only one path before Jiang Feng: up the stone steps.
The feeling of being led around by the nose left Jiang Feng rather displeased.
But he had no choice.
Because the ball of white light atop the mountain was the only thing in this entire world that brought him even a little comfort.
The stone steps were not difficult to climb; they merely took time.
Still, compared to the staircase he had climbed at the Mercy Godhead sealing altar in the Lost Temple, this was incomparably easier.
The mountain was extremely tall, its winding stone steps stacked layer upon layer. Jiang Feng spent a full two hours before finally reaching the summit.
The mountaintop resembled a hand thrust toward the heavens, palm and five fingers upturned. Its five stone fingers curled as though trying to grasp something.
A ball of white light hovered in its palm.
It was this ball of white light that slightly calmed Jiang Feng's restless emotions.
Jiang Feng walked beneath the white light. Channeling divine power into his eyes, he could see that within it was a tiny sleeping figure.
The little figure was like a fetus in the womb, its arms wrapped around its knees, head buried between its arms, curled into a ball.
The white light was emanating from the little figure's body.
Perhaps sensing Jiang Feng's aura, the little figure slowly opened its eyes. Its adorable face lifted from between its arms, its hands released its knees, and its entire body gradually stretched awake.
"Spirit?" Jiang Feng had already sensed that the little figure before him was not a creature of flesh and blood, but a spirit body.
A spirit body like the Book Soul of the Beye Danjin Sacred Tome.
"Congratulations. You have passed the test of