Cao Zhen walked alone toward the mountain where the silver wings had fallen.
He had already traveled about three-quarters of the distance, but the remaining part proved to be much harder than he had expected.
As he drew closer to the mountain, with every step he took, the remaining influence of the dreadful Sect Tribulation would strengthen.
One day, two days…
He moved forward with difficulty, to the point that his pace at the final stretch could almost be described as shuffling.
In the distance, although the others could not continue to advance like Cao Zhen, many chose to stay in the area.
They had reached their limits, and by continuously pushing themselves, they were effectively training themselves.
Some even went to the ruins to study the remnants of the Great Formation and the influence of the surrounding Sect Tribulation.
"This formation, I'm beginning to understand it, so that's how it is."