Once I stand on the highest peak, all other mountains will look small!
Standing on the ninety-ninth floor, it felt as if he could take in the entire Earth Palace World with a single glance.
Ye Wushuang stood silently as a fierce wind howled around him, gently lifting his black hair. His clothes, stained with blood, fluttered, making him look like a God of Slaughter standing tall.
He did his best to suppress the excitement in his heart. This feeling of reaching the absolute summit was intoxicating, enough to make one lose themselves in it, never wanting to leave.
However, Ye Wushuang's mind was very clear. He knew in his heart that this was not the true summit.
Only when his strength reached its peak, allowing him to tower over all living beings, would he have reached the true summit. That was what he truly desired.
Thinking of this, his heart gradually returned to a state of calm.
