Su Ming lost his sense of time in that rather unfamiliar state. He had his eyes closed, and he looked as if he had lost his soul. His soul seemed to have left his body and fused together with the world.
In his world, there was neither the sky nor the earth. There was only chaos that enveloped his mind like a thick layer of fog, causing him to be unable to see clearly, but his heart was still calm, so calm that even his heartbeat was beginning to grow faint.
Snow fell on his hair and his clothes. The snow gradually accumulated on him, causing Su Ming to look like a snowman from afar.
Four days, five days, six days…
The sun rose and set numerous times. Sunlight and moonlight fell on Su Ming’s body alternatively and reflected off different shades of light on his body. Nonetheless, he still remained still and unmoving.
Su Ming did not know about this, but at that moment, at the top of the ninth summit, the person he’d seen before he entered this state had not left.
