One thing Seol Jihu noticed while walking on the Path of the Soul was that this place also had four seasons.

It was exceedingly hot when he first entered, but now a cool breeze gently brushed against his skin.

It was now autumn.

But just because the season changed, it didn’t mean that he did anything different.

Seol Jihu was still stuck at the first mountain path, trying to push the immobile boulder up.

Thankfully, he wasn’t without progress. He now only had eighteen steps to go to reach the first peak, and it was steadily decreasing.

Once the late autumn passed, the air turned colder by the day.

Seol Jihu could see his own breath.

Winter, and along with it a bitter coldness had arrived.

In truth, the cold wasn’t much of a problem as his body was steaming anyways from climbing the mountain.

One time, it snowed for seven days straight.

And when the snow solidified, the slope froze up too.

Pushing the boulder up was difficult enough. Now that Seol Jihu had to worry about slipping as well, he was on the verge of going insane.

Getting used to the frozen slope was painful, but the eighteen steps he had left toward the finishing line increasing to fifty was even more despairing.

He was so frustrated at one point that he gave up on the trial for several days and focused on breaking the ice on the path with the Spear of Purity.

However, he soon realized it was meaningless as it snowed nearly every day.

He also heard Black Seol Jihu say, “Aha, so even when you’re fighting an Army Commander, you’re going to say, hey, it’s slippery, so let’s stop fighting and clean up the ground a bit before continuing. Or we can fight when the weather’s better.”

Then Seol Jihu stopped and quietly went back to pushing the boulder.

In the end, yet another season had passed by the time he got used to the frozen ground and shortened the distance to less than twenty-five steps.

The temperature warmed up, and the mountain threw its snow-white layer off.

Although there were no trees or flowers on the mountain, a fresh, fragrant aroma filled the area.

It was spring.

With the frozen ground no longer being an obstacle, the distance to the finish line should have come back to eighteen steps.

Of course, given the...