"What's wrong? Is it hard to say?"
Sensing the Old Flood Dragon's hesitation, Jiang Yuechu tilted her head and asked.
The Red Sun Demon Venerable spoke timidly. "Er... M-master, please understand! It isn't that this old servant is withholding what he knows. It's just..."
He raised his head, looking as though he wanted to cry but had no tears. "It's just that this old servant's lineage has been far too disappointing."
"Most of what our clan's records say about the Dragon-Ascending Platform is hearsay, scraps of information picked up from other lineages..."
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly. "It's fine. Tell me."
The Red Sun Demon Venerable shrank back, not daring to play the victim any longer.
He could only steel himself and rack his brains, pouring out the few rumors he still remembered.
"Y-yes."
"Though the True Dragon is dead, its lingering might remains."
"The Dragon-Ascending Platform has nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps."
"With every step you climb, the True Dragon's lingering might grows stronger."
"Anyone ascending the platform must withstand this immense power. The higher they climb, the more terrifying the pressure becomes. Near the end, it is no different from walking with ten thousand mountains on your back."
"Those whose bodies are weak will have their bones broken and sinews snapped before they reach halfway, crushed into a puddle of flesh. Those whose resolve is weak need only falter for an instant, and the True Dragon's resentment will shatter their souls..."
After hearing him out, Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
So it was a test of strength and courage.
That was simple enough.
"Oh... Then I'll give it a try."
With that,
she made to step forward.
"..."
The Red Sun Demon Venerable looked constipated.
Wait, what?
You're just going to try it?
*Do you think this is