Undying War God

The hottest months were June and July.

The sun beat down mercilessly, the heat so intense it made the earth feel like a giant furnace.

Iron Ox Town.

It was midday, the sun at its zenith.

“Huff!”

On a long stone staircase, Qin Feiyang climbed step by arduous step, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

The stone stairs rose at a forty-five-degree incline, nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in all, leading toward a grand palace. Each step, exposed to the blazing sun, was burning hot. Sweat dripped from his body, evaporating the instant it hit the stone, sizzling as it vanished.

Qin Feiyang was just fifteen, yet he possessed a maturity and steadiness far beyond his years. He stood one meter seventy-five, his body somewhat thin, his features handsome, but his face was pale as paper, drained of all color, giving him the appearance of a frail youth suffering from illness.

No—that wasn’t merely an impression.

He truly was ill. And not just sick, but gravely so.

He had only five days left to live.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, under such cruel weather—an impossible feat even for a healthy man, let alone someone as sick as he was. Yet, to him, ascending these stairs was his only chance at survival. It was the one hope that could change his wretched fate.

Five years ago, Qin Feiyang had been a prince of the Great Qin Empire, noble by birth and gifted beyond compare. At the tender age of ten, he had become a nine-star martial artist, lauded as a once-in-millennia prodigy. He was the sun around which all a