Based on calculations, there ought to be ten-thousand stone steps below the layer of clouds. One hour after the Mystic Divine Mountain had transformed, Jian Wuying had already led the pack and dashed up into the cloud layer; he had completely disappeared from the line of sight.
The second group that came up comprised Jiang Yi and the two ladies at the eight-thousandth-step mark. Jiang Yi's face did not reveal any expression. He appeared as if he was bringing two beauties on a casual stroll in the garden.
Only Yi Chan and Yin Ruobing knew that Jiang Yi's body was enduring immense pressure. Not one muscle on him was not shaking, and his bones were creaking. However, his steps did not once falter.
"Jiang Yi, stop. We can walk on our own!"
