On the slanted path, silence reigned.
Zhu Yi's figure moved like a ghost, covering the entire distance of the winding mountain road in just three breaths, reaching its peak.
Other Emperors on the road, even the slowest among them, sensed the crimson figure that flashed through the swift wind.
For nearly half a year, these Emperors had been walking the 10,000-feet mountain road, yet none had reached even the mountain's waist. Now, a person had appeared out of nowhere, effortlessly ascending to the summit, and they hadn't even seen the person's face clearly.
An Emperor?
Or an envoy from the Qishen Temple?
The locals might be powerful, but hadn't it been said that they couldn't break through the boundaries? How could such an extraordinary figure suddenly emerge?
Many strong individuals turned pale with anger. Wasn't this inheritance supposed to be contested among them? How could someone suddenly appear and directly reach the mountaintop?