Tatamu's face had already turned pale, and it kept muttering about the blessings of its ancestors and the forgiveness of the gods. It could feel its body getting more and more scorched. Fortunately, the human did not intend to kill it. He actually released a power to resist the high temperature, allowing Tatamu to barely withstand it. However, its heart was bleeding. It was being forced to go up the Sacred Mountain!
The Pilroni Sacred Mountain was right in front of him, and hundreds of flying legions were gathering behind him. However, they didn't dare to come closer. They gathered and watched from hundreds of meters away. Wang Zhong didn't care about them and just rushed into the mountain.
At this moment, what he felt was no longer just a heat wave, but a living flame. These flames were very strange. There was clearly nothing to burn, but they emerged from the ground and burned on the bare ground. Although he didn't feel any special divine blessing, this ordinary flame temperature of several hundred degrees had an effect on the consumption of his Soul Power. Previously, he didn't feel much consumption of his Soul Sea when he released the Phoenix Rises to Ninth Heaven without limit. Now, his Soul Sea was rapidly replenished and recovered at the same speed. Fortunately, he could still barely maintain the balance between consumption and recovery.
In this sea of fire, he could not see anything.
"Open!" Wang Zhong stretched out his palms and parted them. An airflow formed by Soul Power opened up a path, forcibly separating the surging sea of fire and creating a path.
He originally thought that there would be nothing in this flaming mountain, but he did not expect that after the sea of fire was parted, an extremely spectacular and huge white jade staircase appeared in front of him. It went straight up the mountain path, and it was extremely high. He could not see the end at a glance. There was a mysterious and massive energy gathering at the end of the staircase. That was obviously where the true face of the Sacred Mountain was.
Go!
Wang Zhong took a big step forward, and his golden figure swept through the air. He flew straight up, but the moment he took the first step, his body fell rapidly. His feet stepped on the staircase, and he could not fly anymore! This staircase was filled with a mysterious aura that interfered with the control of flying creatures. The gravity was extremely strong, and any method of flying would be rendered useless.
He could only rely on walking. Wang Zhong felt that it was a little mystical, and he didn't stop moving. The mysterious energy on the white jade stairs only prevented him from flying, but it didn't stop anything else.
His Soul Power circulated in his body, protecting him from the high temperature of the sea of fire around him. At the same time, he maintained the Soul Power Circuit effect of the Zoom Shadow Light Body, allowing him to move as if he was flying. However, with every step he took, he felt that his body had become heavier. When he took more than a hundred steps, he felt as if his body was enduring at least thirty times the gravity, and this value was still increasing. However, he was still far from seeing the end of the stairs above his head.
"We can't go up, we can't go up anymore, we'll all die!" Tatamu was about to go crazy. It had heard of the white jade stairs before. Its master, Sauron, was a powerful Warlock Saint and had followed the royal family here to offer sacrifices to the heavens. Its master had also walked on the white jade stairs before. It was said that unless one had reached the level of a Sword Saint or Warlock Saint, and was one of the best, very few people could walk up the white jade stairs. They would definitely be crushed to death halfway.
"Shut up!" Wang Zhong scolded in a low voice. He didn't have the time to listen to Tatamu's nagging.
This time, Tatamu didn't listen obediently. Its impression of the Sacred Mountain was too terrifying, and it was too afraid of it.
"Respected Lord Human, Tatamu is serious! We'll all die if we go up! Why don't we take advantage of the cover of the sea of fire and kill our way out from the other side of the Sacred Mountain? Anyway, they won't be able to catch up to you! Tatamu, I beg you, we can't go up anymore … "Tatamu cried and screamed. It couldn't stop at all. It felt that its body was about to be crushed by the pressure of the white jade stairs.
"Lao Wang, this guy is too much of a burden. Anyway, it doesn't want to go up, and it's even nagging. Let's just throw it down!" Simba said fiercely.
Tatamu was instantly alerted. It realized a more serious problem and immediately shut up.
Throw it down here? What kind of joke was this? Without this human's protection, the surrounding sea of fire would instantly roast it!
Tatamu didn't dare to make any noise, afraid that it would really be thrown down. This human obviously wouldn't listen to its advice. Although its future was bleak if it followed him, it was still a little better than dying immediately.
Simba was definitely Tatamu's nemesis. Wang Zhong felt that his ears were instantly at peace.
In fact, when he sensed the strangeness of the white jade stairs, he had thought of using the sea of fire as a cover to go around the other side of the Sacred Mountain. However, at that moment, he could sense that Sword Saints and Warlock Saints had arrived at the foot of the mountain. Those Great Swordsmen and Great Warlocks couldn't get close to the Pilroni Sacred Mountain, but these Sword Saints and Warlock Saints couldn't. They seemed to be planning to follow the white jade stairs to catch up. If he went back, he would be right in front of them. If he wanted to escape from the two sides of the white jade stairs, he would be firmly locked by a mysterious energy on the stairs, and he couldn't jump out at all.
There was no way out at all. Wang Zhong made up his mind and only cared about going up.
The gravity continued to increase. With Wang Zhong's current physical fitness and Soul Power, gravity that was dozens of times stronger than normal could only slow him down. It wasn't a big problem, but when he rushed up to about 300 steps, the difficulty increased again. This time, it wasn't just the gravity that increased, but a kind of restraint that came from the soul.
It was as if a huge hand had reached out from nowhere and grabbed one's soul and heart tightly, squeezing 'them' bit by bit …
His breathing became more and more difficult, and his footsteps became more and more unsteady.
Through the clown mask, Wang Zhong could see that the higher he went, the stronger the pressure. However, at this time, he could faintly see some clues hidden at the top of the white jade stairs. The energy that gave him a mysterious feeling was emitting a faint light. Even though it was covered by the sea of fire, the holy light could still be seen.
Whoosh!
There was a rustling sound behind him. Wang Zhong turned around and saw a Mizobudapi soldier wearing a golden battle robe and carrying a longsword on his back. He parted the sea of fire and stepped up from the bottom of the stairs.
It was a Sword Saint. Just one look and Wang Zhong felt that he was even more powerful than Heinrich. The golden light on his body was restrained, and the aura of a Sword Saint was condensed and did not dissipate. It was natural. He walked on the white jade stairs that were filled with the pressure of the sea of fire. He walked more easily and freely than Wang Zhong, but he didn't feel that he was faster than Wang Zhong. In fact, he was even slower than Wang Zhong.
He was clearly stronger than Wang Zhong, but he was slower than Wang Zhong. It was a strange feeling. It was as if the white jade stairs had a mind of its own and could make judgments. Perhaps, as a Sword Saint or Warlock Saint, the pressure and gravity that the other party had to endure were greater than Wang Zhong's.
Wang Zhong no longer paid attention to him. There was still a long distance between them, and he felt that he was faster. As long as he didn't stop, the distance between them would only increase. The other party definitely wouldn't be able to catch up with Wang Zhong for a while.
He continued to move forward. Previously, he could take two or three steps with one step, but now, he could no longer do that. He could only take one step with one step, and the frequency of his steps had started to decrease significantly. At that moment, the pressure that he had to endure was still manageable. After all, he had the clown mask and could feel the weight of the pressure, but it couldn't directly affect him. However, the pressure from his body and soul made Wang Zhong feel strained, especially when he had to divide his power to protect Tatamu. His consumption of Soul Power was increasing rapidly. At the beginning, he was able to make ends meet.
There was no problem with his body's endurance. The key was in the continuation of his consumption and the utilization of his divine cells.
His power surged out from every cell in his body. If he calculated it to the extreme, this power was truly endless. However, Wang Zhong could not be considered to have completely mastered his divine cells. He could only say that he possessed them. If he wanted to further control them, he definitely needed to temper them. The white jade stairs seemed to be squeezing out this power.
Wang Zhong continued to move forward. That was a subconscious movement. His thoughts were completely immersed in the feeling and adjustment of his divine cells. Although he didn't know why the Holy Mountain existed, he was basically sure of one thing. For the weak, this was fatal, but for the strong, this was actually a precious process of cleansing their muscles and marrow. This was especially so for Wang Zhong, who had just completed the deification of his cells. This was an opportunity that could only be encountered by chance.
Wang Zhong was completely immersed in this state. This feeling was really great.
If the development and adaptation of the superimposed Soul Power Circuits to his body was just a warm-up, then the process of controlling and utilizing the power of every cell was a complete and detailed extreme exercise.
The runes on his body flashed continuously. Even though the gravity and the pressure on his soul increased with every step he took, Wang Zhong still maintained the same speed and continued to approach the top of the white jade stairs.
One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters …
In the last hundred meters, the difficulty increased drastically. Wang Zhong had already done his best to adjust his divine cells. His body, which had suddenly become stronger, was not used to it. However, now, various impurities had been removed from his body through the long tempering of the stairs, as if he was forging steel. He felt that he had reached his best condition. The powerful gravity around him was still manageable, and his body could withstand it. However, the increasingly powerful soul restraints made it hard for him to breathe. He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tighter and tighter. He struggled with all his might and was about to explode.
Now, every step he took became extremely difficult. Large beads of sweat continuously appeared on his forehead. Wang Zhong had even forgotten about the Sword Saint who had caught up with him. All his energy and mind were filled with this massive pressure, causing him to have no choice but to do his best to resist it. Furthermore, he started to feel the suppression of the pressure. Even though he was wearing the clown mask, it was like trying to put out a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water. The terror of the pressure was simply too unimaginable.
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