"Brother Li, there are no cultivators in the world, wake up."
The young man's exoskeleton armor was a size above his own; even though the young man wasn't burly, wearing the exoskeleton armor made him appear just like a divine weapon.
On the chest of the armor was a spot of crimson, surrounded by a deep blue liquid.
That was Sanming Charcoal and One-Element Heavy Water.
In the young man's ear was a communication device, from which came the voice of a companion trying to persuade him to stop.
"Brother Li, you've been reading too many novels."
"Do you not value your life?"
"The legend says that the Divine Mountain is the transformation of the Cyan Dragon, and at its peak is the inheritance left by immortals; these are just fabrications of novelists."
"Brother Li, if you go any higher, the Cold Gang Wind will intensify, and you will lose contact."
"For hundreds of years, how many have tried to climb the Divine Mountain, and who has succeeded?"
