At this moment, Jiang Hanyan was continuously watching Duan Rong, yet the melody from her zither remained unchanged.
Meanwhile, atop the solitary peak in the southeast of the Deep Valley, no one spoke, even the white-haired elder, who loved to chatter, was silent.
Duan Rong paused for a moment before stepping onto the fourth tier of stone steps once more.
Next, was the fifth tier.
And the sixth tier.
And the seventh tier.
With each step upward, the pain in his divine soul escalated. Upon reaching the seventh tier, the pain from deep within his divine soul turned Duan Rong's face deathly pale, causing his body to tremble violently.
After quite some time, Duan Rong finally looked up towards the altar above. "Two more tiers!"
Just then, a shadow suddenly swept across the sky from the solitary peak in the southeast of the Deep Valley, landing atop the peak.
"What is that...?"
