The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2159 Climbing

Matthew stood at the bottom of the stone steps and looked up. The winding steps looked like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for a thousand years.

With a determined gaze, he stared at the slightly smooth ancient stone steps, and an inexplicable feeling of heaviness welled up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, carefully lifted his right foot, and slowly placed it on the stone steps.

The moment his feet touched the stone steps, a heavy feeling of oppression suddenly surged into his heart like a surging tide, as if an invisible force was trying to push him away.

Matthew frowned slightly, and a hint of vigilance appeared in his eyes. He did not retreat, but stood there firmly, and began to carefully feel the pressure from above.

As he took firm steps one after another, every time his feet touched the stone steps, he could clearly feel a force penetrating through the soles of his shoes, piercing his leg muscles like fine needles, as if there was a pair of large hands hidden in the darkness, trying their best to stop him from moving forward.

But Matthew is not someone who can be easily frightened.

His eyes were sharp, his teeth were clenched, and he concentrated on feeling the unique force exerted by each step.

At first, Matthew thought that the pressure of the steps might not be as unbearable as he had imagined.

Perhaps it was because he had just started this long journey and had not yet touched the more dangerous areas.

Or maybe it was because his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and this little pressure was just a breeze to him.

Despite this, Matthew knew in his heart that he must not take it lightly.

Time passed quietly. Matthew was well aware of the difficulty of this climbing mission. Every minute and every second was crucial and he could not waste too much time here.

So, after he had fully adapted to the current pressure, he slightly adjusted his breathing rhythm, making it steady and long, like an ancient pendulum, each rhythm containing great power.

His pace began to gradually quicken. He used the art of light body, his figure was as agile as a ghost, his feet were so fast that he basically took two or three steps at a time.

Matthew rushed up all the way, and after climbing more than a hundred steps in one breath, he slowly stopped.

At this moment, the pressure he was under was more than ten times stronger than at the beginning. The force was like a towering mountain, pressing heavily on his shoulders, making every movement he made extremely difficult.

He stood there, waiting quietly, allowing his body to gradually adapt to the sudden increase in pressure.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around became quiet and silent, with only the sound of Matthew's heavy breathing and heartbeat intertwined together.

Matthew looked up and saw that the skinny old man in front of him had obviously slowed down and was no longer as agile and light as before.

However, the old man was still ahead of Matthew by at least four or five hundred steps. The distant figure was looming in the mist, as if it was an unreachable goal.

Matthew knew in his heart that it would be no easy task to catch up with the other party, but there was no sign of discouragement or giving up in his eyes. Instead, he was burning with an even more intense fighting spirit.

After adjusting for a while, he took another step forward, heading higher.

This time, his steps were more steady and powerful. Every step he took was like a mountain pressing down on his head, as if it would crush the stone steps to pieces.

He used the magic power in his body to circulate through the meridians throughout his body, resisting the strong pressure from the outside world, and at the same time converting this pressure into the driving force for moving forward.

As Matthew continued to climb, the surrounding environment gradually changed.

A light mist began to appear around.

As he continued to climb upwards, the originally thin fog became thicker and thicker, like a layer of impenetrable gauze that tightly wrapped him.

With his vision blocked, Matthew could only move forward relying on his intuition.

The stone steps became increasingly steep and dangerous, and some places were even damaged and broken, adding more danger and difficulty to the climb.

But Matthew did not hesitate at all. He jumped and climbed the stone steps nimbly.

Sometimes he would sidestep a protruding rock, and sometimes he would use a protruding stone to leap over a broken step.

While climbing, Matthew occasionally encountered some mysterious runes and patterns that flickered faintly.

Although Matthew was full of curiosity, he knew that his top priority at the moment was to reach the top of the stone steps, so he memorized the runes in his mind and continued moving forward.

After an unknown amount of time, Matthew felt as if he had been climbing for a lifetime, and his body began to show some fatigue, but his mind was still highly focused, without any slackness.

Suddenly, he felt that the pressure in front of him seemed to have a subtle change, and the force that had been tightly binding him seemed to loosen briefly.

Matthew's heart moved, and he keenly realized that this might be an opportunity for a breakthrough.

The magic power in the body was circulated to the extreme, and then he leaped upwards suddenly.

At this moment, Matthew's body was like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through the heavy pressure and flying towards a higher step.

When his feet stepped on the cold, hard stone steps, an indescribable feeling came over him.

It was as if I had passed through an invisible barrier and instantly entered a completely unfamiliar area.

The stone steps in front of me are extremely wide and astonishingly long. A rough estimate is that they are at least two or three meters long.

Each step looks like it is carved from a huge stone, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Matthew stood on the stone steps carefully. The moment his feet touched the ground, the enormous pressure that had been pressing on him like a mountain suddenly receded quickly like the tide.

The sudden feeling of relief made him feel light all over, as if he was reborn.

After his body gradually recovered, Matthew let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew...I really thought I was going to be crushed just now!"

At this moment, Naro, who had been lying on Matthew's shoulder, suddenly exclaimed.

Ever since Matthew started climbing the stairs, the little guy's mouth had been tightly closed as if it was sealed, and he didn't make a sound from beginning to end.

Seeing that Na Luo had nothing to do, Matthew ignored him.

At this moment, it finally broke the silence, obviously feeling the pressure disappear and feeling relieved.

However, looking at Na Luo's sleepy eyes, it seemed that he had just woken up.

"Na Luo, did you fall asleep just now?" Matthew asked after taking a few pills.

"Yes, I fell asleep in a daze just now, but I can still feel the strong pressure. Master, where are we?" Na Luo nodded and asked curiously.

"It's still on the stone platform. It's a bit strange here. It seems to be a place for people who specialize in climbing to rest." Matthew said uncertainly.