"Fellow Daoist Bi Yue, aren't you going to pick up the pace? Are you content to be left behind?"
Song Wen looked back at Bi Yue.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from beneath Bi Yue's cat mask. She ignored Song Wen and continued struggling up the steps with her head down.
As he continued upward, Song Wen suddenly noticed that Wang Wu and the elderly evil spirit cultivator at the very front had stopped.
Puzzled, he tried to see what was happening, but the mist obscured his view.
He focused his vision and quickened his pace a little more. Only after drawing closer did he discover:
The two were looking down at a corpse.
The corpse lay on the steps, with no external injuries and no storage ring in sight.
Song Wen's brows drew together slightly.
It seemed that the person had collapsed while climbing the steps and ultimately died of exhaustion.
As for the missing storage ring, it was enough to show that other cultivators were ahead of them-and more than one group at that.
Yuan Wu and the elderly evil spirit cultivator had clearly realized this as well, and they hastened their climb.
This brought up the pace of the entire group, including the female corpse-path cultivator bringing up the rear.
They climbed another ten thousand steps or more. Just as even Yuan Wu and the elderly evil spirit cultivator were beginning to struggle, the gray mist ahead suddenly started to thin.
When the gray mist vanished completely, a broad summit plaza appeared before them.
"So many people?"
The elderly evil spirit cultivator, the first to reach the plaza, exclaimed in surprise.
Yuan Wu, who arrived right behind him, was likewise dumbfounded.
There were already more than twenty people in the plaza.
Those in the plaza also turned