(First update)
The mountain was both perilous and steep.
At the end of this mountain, a thick iron chain, as thick as an arm, extended into the distance, connecting to another mountain.
The mountain stood a thousand meters high, shrouded in clouds and mist like an immortal realm.
Reaching the Clear Sky Sect was clearly no simple matter. One had to cross on foot along the iron chain. This required not only exceptional control over Soul Power, but also extraordinary courage. After all, if one fell from the chain, it was a drop of over a thousand meters—enough to turn a person into pulp.
Moreover, the high altitude was unlike the ground below. Cold and fierce winds could easily affect one there. Combined with the narrowness of the iron chain, the danger increased geometrically. There was even the possibility of attacks from aerial Soul Beasts. All these factors made this place extraordinarily dangerous.
It had to be said that the Clear Sky Sect had been extremely thorough in retreating into seclusion.
These entrance trials could not stop high-level Spirit Masters, but they could keep out low-level Spirit Masters who overestimated themselves, as well as ordinary people, preventing outsiders from disturbing their seclusion.
Even if enemies attacked, they could retreat along the iron chain to the second mountain once the first checkpoint could no longer hold. Then they could sever the chain. This would not only buy them time, but also allow them to use the second mountain as a barrier against the enemy. It was truly an ingenious design.
A faint smile tugged at Yang Ming's lips.
How could a mere iron chain blocking the mountain stop him?
With a leap, Yang Ming flew into the air without the slightest intention of keeping a low profile, soaring openly toward the