Too much time had passed.

Or perhaps we should say that in the eternal darkness, Zhang Ping completely lost track of how much time had passed.

From his initial extreme fear and despair, he slowly became numb, until he eventually didn’t even know if he went mad or not.

Countless hallucinations appeared in his head, hearing all types of strange sounds.

Then, there were no more hallucinations, no more strange sounds, everything quiet to the point where there was only the sound of blood flowing and heart beating within his body.

He seemed to have become a ghost in the underworld without any thoughts.

He continuously devoured those disgusting seaweed bugs to fill his stomach, did meditation cultivation to replenish soul force, and then climbed.

He climbed, fell, and then continued climbing…

He didn’t even notice that as he repeated this process endlessly without rest, he climbed higher and higher. The height he could reach was already several times that of the highest he could reach before. His fingers became tougher, his soul force already became even more powerful, able to easily pierce through the hard mountain rock.

This type of process continued to repeat.

The height he reached…

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