That was an intangible pressure and deterrence, filled with terrifying might; many felt as if their necks were gripped by the Ancestor of Death, indescribably uncomfortable and fearful.
Keke's father halted on the forty-ninth realm of the Stone Steps, motionless as if turned to stone; his eyes emitted a pair of nine-colored Divine Lights, staring at the very top.
"Drip," "Drip," "Drip"…
The ominous footsteps continued, exceedingly slow, resembling an elderly man on the verge of death, wandering between the dust of life and death.
After more than a dozen steps, the footsteps gradually stopped, frozen on the eighty-first realm of the Stone Steps. Everyone could clearly see the two dim lights fixed in place.
"Is it you disturbing my rest?"