Meng Chuan stepped onto the Darkness Altar's limestone steps and very stably took another step forward.
The black fog continued to seep into Meng Chuan's body.
You want to bewilder me with these illusions?
After suffering four hours of hell-like torture every day for 120 days, his will had become as resilient as a saber. He would either be sharpened by the grinding or be crushed.
Meng Chuan's will was clearly stronger and sharper. Furthermore, the promise he made with Qiyue strengthened his soul. His will had become stronger now that he had someone he loved.
Break! He broke through illusions forcefully with his strong will, allowing him to remain conscious.
He advanced step by step.
Thirty steps, fifty steps, seventy steps, ninety steps. Meng Chuan's pace didn't slow down as he ascended the altar. He reached the 90th step before he slowed down slightly. However, he continued climbing the altar.
"This…"
