The towering peak was steep and reaching the clouds.
The cone-shaped peak had many roads at the foot of the mountain reaching the hillside. There was a single path coiling like a dragon, meandering to the peak.
Above the peak, four thick cold iron chains tied a huge Golden Coffin down. The coffin was not glaring, but instead was enveloped by a faint cyan colored air and cloud. It was extremely strange.
On the many roads, groups of people were striving to climb up the stairs. Every now and then, somebody would trigger the Inhibition Formation. A small streak of purple lightning would fall from the sky.
Or, there might by spikes or spears piercing from the stone stairs. There might also be wind blades coming from both sides or fire bursting out. Many Young Ladies who originally wanted to mount the stone stairs were shrinking at the sight of the dangers.
