The mountain was put into silence as Wang Ling trekked the Weapon God's Mountain. His white robe fluttered with the wind as his mind became one-tracked.
His goal was the peak, nothing will be able to stop him from reaching it. His determination will not waver until the Sword God's Mountain can make him fall to his knees.
With a smile on his face, Wang Ling was finally closing the area where the strongest of the geniuses lay to meditate. Just twenty steps away from the peak, there were three youths meditating with their eyes closed.
The closer you are to the peak the stronger the resistance, death may occur but if you survive the resistance then it will be a great harvest for your intent and cultivation. The body is like a blade, hammer it with pressure to draw out the impurities, but in this case, to draw out the potentials that lays deep in the bones.