Cultivation

At this moment, Zhou Zheng stood roughly a hundred thousand kilometers from the summit of Giant Mountain, gazing upward.

From above Giant Mountain, Zhou Zheng had still been able to vaguely see the golden-silver skeleton at its peak. But once he came onto the mountain, his vision immediately became countless times blurrier, as if a thick pane of frosted glass stood before him.

Moreover, it was not just his vision that was obstructed. Zhou Zheng's perception had likewise become hazy, and the higher he climbed, the stronger that haziness became.

So much so that whenever Zhou Zheng tried to approach, he sometimes failed to notice that he was continuously circling within a small area, or had simply turned around and headed back down.

That makes sense. Black and White Divine Mountain has stood on this Floating Island for countless years. The Death Sin Clan here likely had no use for the many treasures on its mountainside, but the skeleton at the summit is most likely connected to some powerful Primordial Lifeform. How could they not be curious about it? Zhou Zheng finally understood.

The Primordial Lifeforms here had continued to leave that treasure atop the mountain, likely because they simply could not obtain it.

After trying again and again, Zhou Zheng had completely understood that reaching the summit and touching that golden-silver skeleton required two things. First, one needed sufficient strength to withstand the pressure emanating from the summit. Zhou Zheng did not know how much strength was needed to reach the very top. After repeated attempts, the closest he had gotten was still more than thirty thousand kilometers away, and even with his mid Emperor-level body, he had only barely managed to endure it.

Furthermore, Zhou Zheng was certain that all those strange accidents were methods of the Time