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By the time he reached this point, Qing Chen started to feel the warm flow from the white fruits diminishing.

He felt his strength rapidly draining, and exhaustion continuously assaulting his will.

Yet the next moment.

411 meters, left by Qin Sheng.

Qing Chen remembered, this was the Knight Leader who had pioneered the Breathing Technique.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

The places where these senior knights had left their names were all on the climbing path, right before the most dangerous part of the mountain.

The predecessors would stop here to rest, and then carve their names.

Whenever those who came afterward felt they had exhausted their strength, those previously carved names served as a form of encouragement.

Qing Chen pursed his lips and continued to climb upwards.

489 meters, Yang Xiaojun left a message.

Qing Chen glanced at those meaningful characters and set off again, clenching his teeth.

His muscles trembled with a mournful cry, his will echoing with intense struggle.

He had almost crushed his teeth, yet his pace of climbing upwards never halted.

Just when he thought there would be no more names above.

599 meters, Ren Xiaosu left a message.

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Qing Chen suddenly looked up towards the top, where the sheer cliff was ending.

But the next moment, Qing Chen froze because at the end of the cliff, there was an outcropping at the edge of the precipice.

There was nothing to leverage.

This was not a vertical cliff, or to put it another way, the previous 599 meters were indeed vertical, but this part was different.

Uncle Li Dong had never mentioned this before.

To reach the top, one had to make a leap from the summit.

There was no path here anymore, no more white ”footprints” ahead.

The warmth from the Bairen fruit finally dissipated.

The predecessors had accompanied him for 599 meters, but the last meter was Qing Chenʼs own journey.

Countdown 42:20:00.

5:40 AM.

Golden light was spreading from behind him through the clouds, which moved swiftly like a vast sea.

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Qing Chen gripped the summitʼs fissure, his fingers starting to tremble slightly due to too much hesitation.

He remembered the instant when the countdown first appeared on his arm.

He thought back to the loneliness in the dark room, and remembered clutching a rock with all his effort atop Laojun Mountain.

At that moment, Qing Chen saw another line of text next to the name Ren Xiaosu: ”Life should be like a candle, burning brightly from start to finish.”

The young man closed his eyes.

Indeed, even if there was only one second left in life, it should shine brightly!

Qing Chen opened his eyes and forcefully leaped upwards.

The past life.

The future life.

Intertwined!

Sonata!

This was the life path he had chosen for himself.

The longest path among all the shortcuts in the world.

Since it was his choice, he should never look back!

The rest of his life?

Itʼs all ahead!

Like learning to fly for the first time, the young man soared.

He stretched his body mightily in the skies, and the next moment, the young manʼs powerful palms grasped the edge of the cliff!

Qing Chen laughed heartily.

He heard a crack within his body, his bones snapping crisply, the lost strength returning incessantly, a power he had never had before surged like the sea!

The young man felt an entirely different strength, a different world, a different life!

With one hand on the edge of the cliff, he turned around to look back, just as the sun was rising behind him!

The grand, spectacular tree greeted the rays of red light, as if welcoming a rebirth!

Qing Chen silently watched all this; when he was in the Taboo Land forest, he could only see the canopy blocking the sky.

But from here, the dense and orderly canopy looked like a vast plain.

Qing Chen looked down at Cao Wei still watching from below.

Their distance was over six hundred meters, and suddenly Cao Weiʼs standing figure appeared somewhat diminutive. The young man calmly made a throat-slitting gesture, then flipped back onto the cliff.

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