The mountain road was long, long as a scroll.
That scroll depicted a person's life, and naturally it was long. Yet on this Sumeru Ancient Path, the road of a person's life no longer seemed so very long.
And compared with the Path to Immortality, this ancient road, too, seemed no longer quite so long.
Su Mo passed the Doubt-Cleansing Platform and walked slowly toward the summit.
His white hair drifted in the wind, looking utterly ethereal against the withered red of Mount Sumeru.
He did not know how long he had walked, yet it seemed he had walked a very long time.
On Mount Sumeru, there was no alternation of sun and moon, only the mountain's own sacred light.
"How long have we been walking?" the Brush of All Living Beings asked wearily.
Here, it had no cultivation, nor any worldly Spiritual Power to replenish it, leaving it utterly exhausted.
Su Mo shook his head and looked up at Mount Sumeru, whose summit was too high to see. "I don't know."
"It feels like nearly two months," the Brush of All Living Beings said again.
Su Mo still shook his head, walking toward the summit one step at a time.
Yes, it seemed it had been two months.
It had taken a month to walk from the foot of the mountain to the Doubt-Cleansing Platform, and another month had passed since he left it...
But Mount Sumeru had neither day nor night, so he could not tell for certain.
If the Five Purification Terraces were evenly spaced along the mountain road, perhaps he would see the next one soon.
"Did you have no doubts?"
As though remembering something, Su Mo asked the Brush of All Living Beings tucked into his bound hair.
The Brush of All Living Beings swayed.