But he no longer cared about these things at all.
Even if the past was false, he still had to go and have a look!
The hardships were hard to cross, but the road was beneath his feet.
As he took another step, heading skyward, the Heavenly Ladder crumbled layer by layer, starlight turned into a gentle breeze, and thunder condensed into raindrops, all rushing into his heart.
Xia Feng's spine suddenly sprouted ice crystals; this was not the manifestation of cold but the alienation after the pain exceeded the critical point. He perceived his shadow twisting into chain shapes in the Thunder Light, each link a solidified moment of regret in his life.
When the chains began to shrink, he clearly saw every strand of his hair disintegrating at the molecular level, time standing still.
