Keep walking forward!
What the hell?
Is there really no end?
If Qin Wudao could move, he'd probably be cursing his head off. Why is it that the stronger his cultivation gets, the more torture he has to endure?
The previous six thousand levels were bitter, but at least there was something to look forward to.
Once he reached level six thousand and one, even that hope was gone.
"Fuck!"
Cursing in his heart, Qin Wudao started thinking of a way to move forward. After all, being frozen hurt like hell too; the sooner he finished this bluestone ancient road, the sooner he'd be freed.
Over the next stretch of time, Qin Wudao circulated his Cultivation Technique, thawing himself bit by bit.
Two hours later.
His stiff limbs could finally move.
"Hoo..."
Qin Wudao let out a turbid breath and forced himself forward. The instant he stepped out, his shoes and clothes shattered from the cold, leaving him barefoot on the bluestone ancient road.
