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Vertical Brush Peak was named aptly—it stood like an upright pen, shooting straight into the sky, steep and formidable.
The path up the mountain was a single, rudimentary trail. Standing at the foot of the mountain, one could fully imagine the difficulty the cultivators of Sanshan City faced in carving this path out.
Especially since it was once teeming with fierce beasts.
Every step was surely steeped in blood, each level a fall of souls.
The flesh and blood of those who fell became the steps, the spirits of the deceased protected the living. Those who survived pushed on, finally reaching the summit, clearing it of the fierce beasts.
Two years later, new fierce beasts wandered in, and new cleaners appeared.
Jiang Wang was not unfamiliar with fierce beasts, but this was indeed his first time entering a legendary lair of such creatures.
