When he was still at the foot of the mountain, or even at the eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth step, Huang Xiaolong had imagined the top of the mountain to be empty. But now that he was standing at the top, there was actually a massive pavilion in front of him! 

This!

Huang Xiaolong leaned out his head slightly and looked below, but he could see no changes to the path of stairs he had climbed.

While baffled, Huang Xiaolong’s attention returned to the huge pavilion.

The huge pavilion was shaped like a triangle, and from a distance, it resembled a giant cone-shaped drill. The pavilion’s wall surfaces were engraved with shifting devil runes, like sand blown by the ceaseless wind.

The entrance was located on the lowest floor, spewing out rich devil qi from inside the pavilion.

After determining there was no immediate danger, Huang Xiaolong...