Finally…
After hours upon hours.
Feng Shen climbed steadily, his eyes fixed on the 1000th step—the final step that loomed ahead.
It seemed to rise into emptiness, with no throne, altar, or grand revelation at its summit, only an eerie stillness.
Feng Shen expected resistance, some force to press against his mind…
Yet, as he placed one foot after the other, the ascent felt strangely mundane.
There was no crushing mental weight.
Each step felt like walking on an ordinary path.
"This was a letdown..." Feng Shen sighed, casting a disinterested glance over his shoulder.
Behind him, a thick blanket of clouds swirled, their soft edges twisting and folding as though they had been trailing him this entire time.
The mist was almost suffocating in its sheer mass, but to Feng Shen, it was nothing more than a distraction.
As he continued walking through the haze, he couldn't be bothered to appreciate the view.
