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As the words fell, a person took a strange dark red stone and bound it to Lu Fei Fan.
Wu Lao watched this scene with a cold smile, while Lu Fei Fan was still puzzled about what this peculiar stone was. Could it be something used to control him?
However, it didn't take long for Lu Fei Fan to realize what the Ghost Blood Stone truly was.
Tap, tap, tap—
A swarm of wriggling centipedes crawled up from below. Yet, Wu Lao and his group showed no signs of panic. Lu Fei Fan noticed that among the densely packed crowd of these creepy creatures, there were also plump white worms that twisted their bodies and continuously threw themselves forward, using this method to propel themselves up the Stairs.
But then something strange happened. The swarming mass actually split into two sides, avoiding Lu Fei Fan and the others, seemingly quite afraid of them.
"Kid, you are really lucky. That 'Ghost Blood Stone' on you was just pried off a dead person," said a man wearing a rabbit mask in a rather unfriendly tone.
"This stone?" Lu Fei Fan picked up the Ghost Blood Stone and looked at the swarm that was continuously avoiding them.
"If you're not afraid of dying, feel free to throw it away and see what happens," the man said mockingly at Lu Fei Fan's curious behavior.
Lu Fei Fan remained silent and stuffed the Ghost Blood Stone into his bag. This strange stone clearly made the swarm wary, but he couldn't figure out why.
He was quite curious. He had already lost track of Wu Lao and his group, and now they had reappeared at the Chaotic Staircase. Based on what he had just heard about the White Emperor's Secret Treasure, it was evident that they had some knowledge about the imminent appearance of Bai Di Cheng's treasure.
Two mercenaries took out their backpacks and quickly assembled a makeshift stretcher. Lu Fei Fan was lifted onto it and carried along by them. He didn't say much; instead, he lay back on the stretcher and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.
Internally, he slowly activated Fu Mai Xi Shu to stabilize the chaotic Pulse Energy within his body. With Wu Lao and these people around, Lu Fei Fan naturally dared not use Giant Whale's Breath to manipulate his Pulse Energy. If he did use Giant Whale's Breath, he would likely be able to control his injuries quickly, but for now, he had to conceal such an exceptionally unique Pulse Breathing Technique.
Wu Lao led the way ahead. The Stairs, which were originally covered with various poisonous insect swarms, automatically parted for these humans. However, they continued to emit unwilling hissing sounds.
It was clear that they were not afraid of human powerhouses; after all, their numbers were overwhelmingly large. Yet there was something about these humans that made them hesitate and keep their distance.
The Chaotic Staircase seemed long, and the stretcher carrying Lu Fei Fan had changed hands three times along the way. Wu Lao did not come over to inquire, for he knew there was no shortcut to the mountain peak; this was the only path—the Chaotic Staircase.
The poisonous insects and the excessively pure Pulse Energy suppression posed the greatest challenges for those climbing these stairs.
The climbing team appeared somewhat despondent in silence; each person felt physically and mentally exhausted. Even Lu Fei Fan, who was recovering from injuries, felt an inexplicable irritability. If it weren't for the fear of Wu Lao's wrath, he would have found a way to slip away long ago.
After all, Lu Fei Fan possessed the top-tier Pulse Breathing Technique known as Giant Whale's Breath, but returning to the commonly used Fu Mai Xi Shu from his military days left him feeling somewhat powerless, as he had hardly accumulated any Pulse Energy for recovery.
At that moment, someone suddenly shouted.
"Look! It seems we're almost at the mountain peak!"
Instantly, a spark of excitement flickered among the previously despondent team members. Even Wu Lao let out a sigh; clearly, the steepness and difficulty of the Chaotic Staircase had instilled fear in everyone.
It not only drained the climbers' Pulse Energy but also continuously consumed their patience.
Seeing the summit, each person felt an uncontrollable sense of relaxation. The tension of battling against the environment while maintaining their Pulse Energy operation caused several individuals to sway unsteadily, on the verge of collapsing.
"Don't you dare fall before reaching the peak! Stay alert!" Wu Lao bellowed.
His voice, infused with Pulse Energy, reverberated through each person's mind like a wave in an ocean, jolting them back to a state of heightened awareness.
No one dared to slack off again; they began to climb with renewed vigor. However, as they ascended, they discovered that this final stretch of stairs grew increasingly steep and even carried a faint chill in the air.
To conserve Pulse Energy, Wu Lao had no choice but to let them set Lu Fei Fan down so he could climb on his own.
The mercenaries responsible for carrying the stretcher couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, carrying someone up was a different burden compared to climbing up themselves.
The last few hundred stairs were exceptionally difficult to climb. In addition to the pure Pulse Energy required, they had to contend with the increasingly howling cold wind!
Indeed, the biting cold wind at the mountain peak grew more intense, forcing everyone to release all their Pulse Energy to combat both the chill and the environmental suppression of Pulse Energy.
Surprisingly, two Generals could not withstand the strain and collapsed directly. Wu Lao merely glanced back at them before choosing to ascend alone.
The others looked sympathetically at their fallen companions, feeling powerless, and could only follow Wu Lao up the mountain. Lu Fei Fan pretended not to see, earning glares from the others. However, Lu Fei Fan remained indifferent; after all, those two had previously carried him on a stretcher, but this was ultimately a decision made under Wu Lao's orders.
Wu Lao's cold indifference left everyone feeling frustrated yet unable to voice their anger. If they were in Wu Lao's position, they might have made the same choice, especially with so many vying for the White Emperor's Secret Treasure—preserving strength was essential.
Silently, they continued climbing. At the end of the stairs, a brilliant white light shone forth. It was unclear whether it was an illusion or if such light truly existed above.
The cold wind cut like a knife, and the howling gusts mixed with icy frost blanketed the mountainsides in thick layers of snow. Amidst this silver-clad landscape, a hint of white mist wafted around the mountain's summit.
As they took the final step off the stairs, a brand new world unfolded before them.
In the fierce winds that battered against the snow, countless frost particles blew down from the low-hanging clouds. The altitude here seemed close to the cloud layer; the gray Lead Cloud continually pressed down, stripping away any excess warmth and transforming several thousand square meters of low-lying hills into a cold, stark white world.
"Why does it feel so cold..." someone murmured as they tried to resist the chill but still felt its bite.
"That Lead Cloud above is not just a cloud; it's void!" Wu Lao said gravely as he stared at the thick expanse of Lead Cloud stretching endlessly.
Instantly, everyone’s expressions changed slightly. No wonder this cold was so overwhelming that even their desperate attempts to circulate Pulse Energy were ineffective; it turned out that the frigid winds from behind the Lead Cloud were actually primal chaotic energy from the void!
It was bone-chilling and vast in its purity. Everyone felt that this temperature was unbearable; only Wu Lao appeared relatively unaffected. Lu Fei Fan adapted even faster—perhaps because Giant Whale's Breath thrived in such energies?
"Where is that person you mentioned?" Wu Lao asked as he surveyed the vast snowy expanse before turning to Lu Fei Fan with a clear intent behind his question.
Lu Fei Fan closed his eyes, and in an instant, a holographic net expanded outward. Within the vast and cold perception, the strong wielders of Pulse Energy appeared like figures projected by a thermal imaging device, their outlines strikingly clear.
Injured, Lu Fei Fan still bore the lingering aura of Lian Chongtang within him. Naturally, he sought out this familiar, searing presence, scanning the surroundings. His consciousness heightened as he pierced through the howling frost wind, gazing down from the icy mountain peak.
While Lu Fei Fan was searching for Lian Chongtang amidst the biting wind and snow, someone noticed his sudden stillness with closed eyes. Unable to contain themselves, they attempted to push him, only to be stopped by Wu Lao's raised hand.
Through Lu Fei Fan's perceptive gaze, he spotted a set of footprints almost buried beneath the snow on the ground. They extended into the distance, disappearing into the mountain's summit.
As Lu Fei Fan withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes, clarity returned. He looked at the sudden attention of those around him and felt a twinge of confusion.
Wu Lao regarded him with interest. "It's quite intriguing that you can use your own Pulse Energy to sense and pursue the residual energy of others within you."
Lu Fei Fan couldn't discern whether this was praise or mockery, but he pointed in a direction for Wu Lao nonetheless.
The crowd exchanged puzzled glances, even Wu Lao appeared skeptical.
The direction Lu Fei Fan indicated led into an area where snow was most abundant and where the frost wind howled like a blade, rather than towards Shangu in the opposite direction.
"Why not this way?" someone finally voiced their confusion.
"They're over there," Lu Fei Fan replied with a shake of his head, unable to elaborate further.
Wu Lao cast a deep glance toward Shangu. Indeed, that area was rife with snowstorms; anyone else would have chosen that path. Yet he chose to trust Lu Fei Fan. "If you're deceiving me, don't expect to leave here alive."
With that, Wu Lao turned and headed toward Lu Fei Fan's indicated direction.
Many in the group glanced back at Lu Fei Fan one last time.
Lu Fei Fan followed the group, feeling the biting cold of the wind and snow stripping away any excess warmth from each person. For them, this atmosphere was nothing short of tormenting. He had thought that emerging from the Chaotic Staircase would bring some relief, but unexpectedly, they encountered a blizzard formed by the gathering of Void Energy.
After walking for a while, Lu Fei Fan suddenly stopped and looked toward the nearby Shangu, as if sensing something. The people behind him noticed his halt and glanced over, one of them giving him a gentle push. Lu Fei Fan ignored it and turned back to face the wind and snow, continuing onward.
Just as Lu Fei Fan had sensed, the icy Shangu stood like a steep trench, its walls stained with patches of ice and snow crystals.
Suddenly, a peak covered in thick snow within Shangu erupted with a startling explosion, sending countless waves of snow tumbling down.
With a whoosh, a figure shot down from the mountain's summit, crashing against a sheer cliffside with another deafening impact.
The ice and snow on that cliff trembled violently and cascaded down.
But even faster, the figure embedded in the cliff let out a loud bang as it broke through the falling snow like a cannonball, hurtling toward a distant valley where a Gigantic Figure stood.
Boom!
The sound of the collision echoed like thunder, sending countless snowstorms swirling chaotically in the wake of the overwhelming energy.
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