From afar, one may not know the mountain's height, only by climbing that rugged path does one realize the difficulty with every step.
With experience from last time, and bolstered by the True Intent of Shen Yue underneath.
Shen Yi infused the Demon Lifespan Years into himself at an increasing pace, with shorter and shorter rest periods.
If the first climb felt like the oppression of the vast, as if he was sinking in a quagmire,
then this time, it seemed as if the endless quagmire had coalesced into a mountain, which then continued to shrink until it was the size of a palm, before it mercilessly pressed down upon the climber's back.
It was a crushing weight that made one feel as if the soul would scatter to the winds.
And in An Yi's eyes,
Shen Yi sat cross-legged just outside a low hill, even his shoulders uncontrollably trembling, his black robe long soaked through, sticking clammy against his skin.
No matter how she wiped, she couldn't remove the fatigue between his brows.
