Luo Fan stepped onto the nine thousand and first step.
At that moment, he distinctly felt an indescribable pressure descend from above.
It was as though the entire mountain had pressed down on him.
His body abruptly sank, his knees bending slightly as he nearly dropped to them.
"Whew..."
Luo Fan drew a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to hold firm.
He did not stop.
He kept climbing.
One step, two steps, three steps,
With every step he climbed, the pressure increased.
It felt like an ordinary person climbing stairs with a sack of rice on his shoulders.
And with every step, another pound of rice was added to the sack.
Ten pounds, twenty pounds, fifty pounds, a hundred pounds...
Luo Fan's breathing grew heavier, and sweat streamed down his forehead like rain.
But his gaze remained fixed on the steps above.
Step by step, one foot after another.
Bursts of strange laughter came from behind him.
"Kakaka!"
"Hohoho!"
Those were the voices of the Weirds.
Luo Fan did not look back, but he could feel countless gazes falling on him.
Those gazes held mockery, disdain, and the amusement of spectators enjoying a show.
"This human actually thinks he can keep climbing?"
A hoarse voice rang out, thick with undisguised derision.
It belonged to a humanoid Rule-Type Weird, its body wreathed in faint Weird Qi. One look was enough to tell it was not to be trifled with.
"Even we can't make it up. What makes a mere human think he can?"
Another Weird chimed in, its voice shrill and grating.
"He's just asking to be humiliated."
"Just wait until he comes tumbling down, like that one in the qipao earlier."
"Hahaha!"
The Weirds mocked him without restraint, as though they could already see Luo Fan tumbling