He continued to ascend until he reached a height of 5,000 meters above sea level. It was still very smooth. Although the Godchild Peak was high, it was not steep. At least, that was the case so far.
At this point, the air was filled with coldness. Ling Chen, who was walking, felt as if there was a stone slab pressing on his chest. His breathing was heavy. At 5,500 meters, there were no more plants. Below his feet was a vast expanse of white snow that extended to the horizon.
The temperature dropped below zero degrees Celsius from this height.
Further up, the wind was bone-chilling.
At this point, he had already reached the middle of the Godchild Peak. This meant that he had already reached half the height of the Godchild Peak. It had taken him two days. However, the real challenge would start from here.
The snow beneath his feet was getting thicker and thicker. When he stepped on it, there was a "plop plop" sound. Although it was cold, it was still acceptable. Ling Chen's body did not lose any HP because of the cold, but what he was more concerned about was that his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.
The higher the altitude, the thinner the air, and the more difficult it was to breathe. In the game world, players would not suffocate to death. However, this did not mean that the sudden drop in air pressure did not affect the players at all. The increasingly heavy feeling in his chest and the occasional dizziness in his head made Ling Chen frown. At the same time, he quickened his pace and continued to ascend without stopping.
When he reached a height of 7,000 meters, the air was already bone-chilling. Ling Chen was already wearing a fox fur coat that he had prepared in advance. It covered him from head to toe. Although it was cold, it did not hinder Ling Chen's movement. The mountain did not become steeper due to the increase in altitude.
"Tsk … tsk …"
When a normal person reached such a height, even if they could resist the cold, the low air pressure and thin air would quickly consume their physical and mental strength. It would be difficult for them to stay awake. They might even faint at any time. However, what kind of person was Ling Chen? His chest was heavy, and his breathing became heavy. However, his eyes were still clear and cold like ice crystals. There was no trace of chaos in them. Little Gray was in front of him, guiding him on the correct path. His path was still smooth.
8,000 meters …
-50, -50, -50 …
Ling Chen and Little Gray lost their lives at the same time. The raging cold wind was like a sharp knife, cutting Ling Chen's face and body.
There was still a thick layer of snow beneath his feet. Underneath the snow was an even thicker layer of ice. Even with Ling Chen's balance, he almost slipped twice during this distance.
Little Gray's limbs had sunk into the snow, but he was still sprinting forward, leaving a long trail behind him.
"We have climbed two-thirds of the Godchild Peak." Qi Yue said slowly, "Among humans, there are many who can reach this height, and the difficulty for them to reach here is much higher than Little Master."
Ling Chen nodded and said, "Indeed … I can log off or use a Void Stone to return to the same spot when I've exhausted too much of my stamina or can't hold on any longer. However, the people of the Forgotten Continent only had one chance. Once you retreat, you will fail. Even if you stop, you won't be able to rest. The cold and low pressure here will quickly take away your stamina. "
The Shield Bearer that Xiao Feng Chen spoke of, who had climbed 11,000 metres in one go … was simply a monster!
After advancing for a while, when they reached 8,500 metres, the rate at which they were losing HP had increased to 200 per second, which was 4 times the rate at 8,000 metres! Ling Chen had no choice but to continuously use the highest grade recovery potions- the green potion to recover his and Xiao Hui's HP, just barely stopping the rate at which they were losing HP.
The path ahead became more and more difficult, and the tightness in his chest became stronger. Ling Chen looked at the time, and took out a teleport scroll and crushed it. Following this, Ling Chen disappeared in a flash of white light, and reappeared in the town closest to the Fairyland Mountain Range.
He went to the potion shop to replenish his supply of high-grade potions, then found a teahouse to drink a few cups of hot tea before taking a short nap. 2 hours later, Ling Chen, who had fully recovered, stretched and took out a Spatial Orb as he chuckled, "My predecessors who have failed, feel envious and jealous! Big brother has a cheat! "
Ling Chen put on the Fox Fur Coat and crushed the Spatial Orb. In the next second, the bone-chilling air surrounded Ling Chen.
By now, most of the Forgotten Continent's challengers had lost half of their HP from climbing 8,000 metres. Even super experts would have used up a lot of their stamina. After resting, Ling Chen had returned. This was his starting point, and he proudly yelled as he summoned Little Gray and activated Broken Shadow. He charged forwards like a gust of wind, causing snow to fill the sky.
When his HP was decreasing by 300 per second, Ling Chen had no choice but to use the [Azure Sky Scales] that Xiao Feng Chen had given him. At this rate, unless he used the precious [Dew of Dawn], there were no other potions that could keep up with his HP loss.
"Ding … you have used the [Azure Dragon Scale]. For the next 3 days, you will be completely immune to the HP loss caused by the cold weather."
Ling Chen helplessly put Little Gray away. The [Azure Dragon Scale] only affected him, and not Little Gray. By now, he had reached an altitude of 8,700 metres. He would have to walk the rest of the way by himself … if he could even finish it.
9,000 metres …
At this point, 99% of challengers would feel despair.
Here, no matter how thick or heavy one's clothes were, they would not be able to suppress the bone-chilling cold. The howling wind not only stimulated one's skin, but also mercilessly corroded one's insides … the coldness no longer came from the outside, but rather from one's internal organs being twisted by the cruel coldness.
One's consciousness would also be affected by the thin air, and one's vision would become hazy.
Being able to reach this point was already an incredible achievement. If one still had a bit of strength left, and if one still had a trace of consciousness left, the wisest and only option was to leave this place. Otherwise, after one's stamina and mind were completely devoured, one's body would be buried here forever, and there would be no way to leave.
Evidently, Ling Chen was that 1%.
The loss of stamina was countered by the [Azure Dragon Scale], and the bone-chilling cold was something that Ling Chen could endure. Compared to all the mental torture he had endured, this pain was nothing compared to a single strand of hair on a cow's body. As for his mind, it was like an unshakable boulder, and he remained absolutely clear-headed the entire time. At this temperature, an ordinary person's limbs would become numb from the cold, and their bodies would no longer listen to their commands. It would be difficult for them to even move. In this aspect, Ling Chen's physique was also different from that of ordinary people. His footsteps were still steady, and he continued to climb higher and higher.
Of course, the most important thing was still the Spatial Orb.
10,000 metres …
When he reached this point, it was already the fourth day since Ling Chen had challenged the Godchild Peak.
He had climbed 5/6 of the peak, and there were only 2,000 metres left. Victory seemed to be right in front of him.
However, in reality, these last 2,000 metres would truly be a path to hell.
Every step was a hopeless situation, and every step was a step towards the heavens!
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