The Exit from the Northern Mountain

As the spiritual beast collapsed to the ground, silence enveloped the mountain peak.

The strong winds that had been raging moments ago subsided, as if their task had been completed.

Lin Tian moved slowly, kneeling on his knees and panting heavily, exhausted from the battle that had drained all his spiritual and physical strength.

"I... did it," he whispered softly, his gaze fixed on the enormous corpse of the beast that lay motionless.

He still couldn't believe that his body, barely able to support his own weight, had managed to defeat a creature of such size and power.

Despite his frail physique, his mind remained sharp, honed by the experience of hundreds of years as the once-mighty Immortal Emperor.

But the sense of triumph did not last long. He realized that his journey was far from over.

If this spiritual beast was merely a prelude to what awaited him in this world, then his future was filled with challenges that required strength he no longer possessed.

Lin Tian slowly stood up, every movement causing intense pain in his muscles, which were on the verge of collapse.

"I need to leave this place," he muttered to himself as he gazed at the dark clouds gathering in the sky.

The rain in the northern mountains was not just ordinary rain; it brought torrents that could sweep away everything in their path, especially in his weakened state.

He began to move slowly, leaning on a stone staff he picked up from the ground for support.

His feet sank into the snow covering the peak, and the cold wind lashed his face harshly, but he kept moving.

There was no time for rest.

If he delayed leaving, he could end up dead, not from another beast but from the mountain's harsh elements.

As he descended the mountain, memories began to flood his mind.

Memories of his past glory as an Emperor, of the enemies he had faced with unshakable strength and confidence.

He remembered his battles against other empires, battles that shook the earth and echoed across the lands.

In those days, nothing could stand in his way. He had believed his power would never wane, but time proved that everything could fall apart in an instant.

"Sometimes, it feels like history is repeating itself," he said quietly, recalling some of those moments.

"But this time, I don't have the strength to win so easily."

He continued his descent, each step making his body feel heavier and more exhausted.

The distance to the foot of the mountain was not far, but it felt overwhelming due to his current state.

After the battle with the spiritual beast, he had little spiritual energy left to defend himself if another threat appeared.

He had used up everything in that fight, and his weakened body could no longer replenish his energy quickly.

As he trudged down the rocky slopes, he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble slightly.

"An avalanche is coming..." he thought immediately, knowing he had to hurry.

The northern mountains were infamous for sudden avalanches, and time was running out.

He quickened his pace as much as he could, ignoring the pain that surged through his body.

Snow tumbled behind him with every step, and the sound of rolling rocks and more falling snow grew louder.

The danger increased with every meter he descended.

The path ahead was fraught with hazards, but he wasn't a stranger to the mountains' challenges.

He knew he couldn't allow himself to stop.

"If I stop now, I will die here," he told himself, pushing his spirit to keep moving.

He was only a few steps away from survival, but each step was filled with danger.

As he approached the foot of the mountain, he suddenly came across a deep gap, a crevice that had formed from frequent avalanches.

But there was no time to stop or think. He leaped with all the strength he had left, relying on his old expertise in overcoming obstacles.

Although his body was no longer in its prime, his ancient skill allowed him to land safely on the other side.

For a moment, he stood there, panting heavily, flooded with relief at having narrowly avoided disaster.

But he knew the avalanche was still behind him. He began walking again, and his steps were now a little faster.

The cold no longer posed an obstacle, his spirit was burning with a fierce desire to survive.

Finally, after the grueling journey, he began to see the base of the mountain appear before him.

The ground leveled out, and the small scattered trees around him signaled that he was nearing the valley.

But even though he had reached the bottom, this place was no safer.

The spiritual beasts that roamed the lower regions could be far more dangerous than the one he had just faced.

Yet Lin Tian was not ignorant of this. He knew that leaving the mountain didn't mean the end of the challenges but the beginning of another series of obstacles.

Nevertheless, what drove him forward was the realization that if he could survive this phase, he would be one step closer to regaining his lost strength.

As he continued walking towards the valley, the sun began to set.

Its weak rays reflected off the white snow, giving the scene an eerie calm.

Yet this calm was nothing but the calm before the storm.

Lin Tian knew that the nights in these mountains brought even more dangers.

He stood still for a moment, looking back at the distance he had covered from the northern mountain.

It had not been an easy path, but it was the first major challenge he had faced since returning to this world in a weakened body.

Despite everything, he had emerged victorious from this battle.

"This is only the beginning..." murmured Lin Tian, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation.

His journey out of the northern mountain marked the end of one battle, but he knew many more awaited him on the path to reclaiming his former glory.

The night was falling quickly, and with it, new dangers would emerge.

But Lin Tian was ready.

He had survived the northern mountain, and now, he was prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

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