Nezha gathered his thoughts and dared not overthink, continuing to climb upward.
The gap was too vast. As for whether these innate spirits had human emotions or love, he couldn't say for certain.
He kept climbing upward, and the closer he got to the peak, the more intense the pressure became. With Yunxiao alongside him, Nezha expended all his strength to finally scale the summit.
Is there no pressure at the top?
Wrong!
Not only did it not disappear, but it became even stronger.
As soon as Nezha reached the summit, he was directly pressed to the ground, resulting in a face-first fall.
Seeing the area above was safe, Yunxiao untied the Huntian Silk, climbed down from Nezha's back, and, leaning on the Flowing Cloud Sword, shakily made an effort to stand upright.
Although she had been carried by Nezha the entire way, the prolonged pressure had tormented her to the point that it still brought benefits. Compared to before, her origin had solidified significantly.
