Carrying Yu Sheng, Ye Futian walked up the mountain, stepping through the snow. He smiled bitterly and walked with difficulty. Compared to the pressure, the evil thoughts actually didn't affect him as much. He hadn't recovered completely but the Emperor's Will was still there. It was unwavering. The evilness wouldn't corrode him so easily.
Yu Sheng was sleeping like a slab of rock. He'd led Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian for so many days in his demonic state and then fought with the Arhat. He'd completely sapped his energy and was now unconscious. This was good too though. He wouldn't feel the evilness and could make it on Ye Futian's back.
"We're almost there." Ye Futian looked up. The peak of Sky Mountain seemed to be right before him. The closeness was almost as if he could get there with one step. However, this was Sky Mountain.
