The mountain was a world of silvery white.
Cold air blew in from the mountain in bursts. Tang Feng didn't feel cold, but he did notice the icy corpses scattered around the foot of the mountain.
Judging by the situation, these were people who had entered not too long ago. A few of them were vaguely familiar to him, though they had never exchanged greetings.
Tang Feng's eyes instinctively turned to the peak of the mountain. He noticed several figures moving upwards at an extremely slow pace, while others had stopped completely. However, not one person was heading back down.
Curiosity piqued, Tang Feng began his ascent.
The mountain did have a path upward—a three-meter-wide stone staircase—that became steeper the higher it went.
At first, Tang Feng wondered why no one simply flew to the top.
He realized the answer as soon as he stepped onto the stairs.
