All the way toward the mountain.
The farther they were from the earth, the less light there was. Only the increasingly clear Milky Way overhead remained.
Wu Hen had originally thought they would encounter a formidable Great Demon in this Red Snow Mountain, but the journey was mostly silent.
Such silence, however, was somewhat disconcerting, leading them into a state of doubt.
"Why haven't we reached the mountain peak yet?" Fairy Gong Qin said impatiently.
She was someone long tormented by inner demons. The more excessively silent and tedious it was, the less she could tolerate it.
"Climbing the mountain is itself a way to temper the mind. Fix the direction, and just keep walking," Wu Hen said.
Du Mao had fewer concerns. Being robust and strong, if he really got bored, he could continue playing his True Qi version of beach landing, letting no snowflake settle around him.
As they walked, it got darker and darker.
It felt like there was no more daytime.