Mt. Wendao, reaching straight into the sky, possesses stunning steep cliffs on all four sides. It radiates an imposing aura and currently houses countless trialists.
Most individuals have spent an entire night trying, but still couldn't reach the mountain peak.
Therefore, they all stay on the mountain.
Not having eaten or drunk anything for the whole day, along with previously crossing through a jungle and battling exotic beasts at the foot of the mountain, their bodies and spirits are both extremely frail.
Wang Da Niu is one among them. At present, he appears weary, with a pallid complexion, bloodshot eyes, with very prominent traces of bloodshot veins in his eyes.
Despite this, he refuses to surrender.
"I can't take it anymore! I give up!"
A gilded youth, dressed in brocade clothes and looking utterly bedraggled, lay on a rock like an old dog, devoid of strength, and yelled towards the dome of the sky.
