Chapter 470 Glory Lives on the Razor’s Edge

• Eric Goodwell did a rough estimate in his head. He was already a thousand meters up Tianzhu Peak. Climbing higher, he could see tiny dots of frost dusting the blue-stone steps beneath his feet.
• Eric kept quiet and pushed on toward the summit. When he looked back down again, the land below felt even farther away. The river that had just looked like a silver necklace now thinned into a bright silver thread—so small you’d miss it if you didn’t look hard.
• He lifted his gaze, and the Holy Realm of the Sky Palace above the peak came into faint view.