In their words, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a god. If it wasn't for his repeated training in the Fifth Dimension, he might have really collapsed when he felt this kind of pressure for the first time.
"Wah, wah, wah. Lao Wang, I can't take it anymore!" Simba howled. Even though he had transformed into a mask, at that moment, he felt as if he was about to be crushed by the oncoming pressure. As for Tatamu, which was being carried by Wang Zhong, it was already pale with fear.
It did not feel anything about the trial of the white jade stairs. In the words of the Octopus people, this was called the Stairway to Heaven. It was made from the bones of a phoenix. The phoenix was the ruler of the sky, and all creatures in front of it had to stand firmly on the ground. They could not fly, but … To be honest, no one had ever thought of being carried up like this. It felt like blasphemy.
No matter what, Tatamu was still alive. It was blessed by the gods, but it was afraid. It was extremely afraid. If this human could not take it and casually threw it onto the white jade stairs … Oh my god, this was the Holy Trial Road that even the Sword Saints had to expend a lot of effort to climb up. If it came into contact with a trace of the stairs, wouldn't it be crushed into squid biscuits in an instant?
Tatamu actually wanted to scream a few times, but it was really afraid that it would disturb this human. Thus, it could only force itself not to make a sound and kept praying in its heart.
May the Phoenix God bless it. This human had to hold on. He definitely could not leave Tatamu in this damned place …
"If you can't take it, just go back to the Soul Sea and stay there. Don't force yourself," Wang Zhong said silently.
"Why would Simba do such a disloyal thing? But Lao Wang, you should at least walk faster so that we don't have to suffer so much … "Simba cried out strangely. He was different from Tatamu. His soul was connected to Wang Zhong's, and he had to share the soul restraint that Wang Zhong felt, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, he knew that it was already very difficult for Wang Zhong to resist the soul restraint of the stairs. If the clown mask did not reduce the pressure, Wang Zhong might not be able to hold on. Thus, he could only put on a bitter face and fight with Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong grunted in acknowledgment. At this moment, it was not appropriate for him to be distracted. He cast aside all distracting thoughts and tossed his pursuers and alien races to the back of his mind as he advanced step by step.
This flight of stairs and this path was definitely a training path specially designed for Heavenly Souls. Regardless of whether it was the strength of one's body or the strength of one's soul, it was probably based on the standard of the Heavenly Soul Stage. Even in the long history of the Octopus people, no one had been able to step onto this path when they were at the Heroic Soul Stage. The closer they were to the final stages, the more difficult it would be for them to overcome it.
Previously, he had felt that his Soul Power was limitless, but it was quickly depleted. Although there was still an endless stream of Soul Power surging out from his divine cells, it could no longer keep up with this massive consumption. The pressure that his body felt continued to increase every second.
Previously, he had felt that his powerful body could dominate the world. At that moment, he was getting more and more tired. He was so tired that even the powerful recovery ability of his divine cells could not keep his physical strength full.
Exhaustion, weakness, and the short last hundred steps seemed infinitely far away. He felt like he had passed a century, but he had only taken a few steps.
There was no turning back, not to mention that the Sword Saint was right behind him.
Hold on! Endure! Continue!
Almost every inch of his muscles was trembling, and his insides were convulsing. As for his Soul Sea, it was already stretched to the limit. Even his special Soul Sea was extremely dry. When the various functions and endurance of his body were pushed to the extreme, Wang Zhong felt that he might be crushed to death on this flight of stairs in the next second. However, the pressure on his soul that was pressing down on his heart suddenly dissipated.
When ordinary people ran long-distance races, they would experience a so-called fatigue cycle. The first thousand meters would make them half-dead from exhaustion. Their legs would feel like lead, and they would feel that they could not even run another meter. However, if they could endure this in one breath, their body would enter a numb stage. Their fatigue would start to dissipate, and the pressure on their body would also start to dissipate. Regardless of whether one saw this situation as an illusion that was caused by the consciousness deceiving them, or if one saw it as purely physical numbness, it was an objective reality. When one's willpower defeated one's body, and when one's soul defeated one's body, it was a breakthrough.
This was what Wang Zhong felt at this time. The gravity around him did not dissipate, and the pressure on his soul did not lessen. There was no obvious breakthrough in his own body's condition, but he suddenly felt that his feet were a little lighter. Just now, it took him more than ten seconds to take a step, but now, he could take a step in four or five seconds. However, such a cycle also meant that the second fatigue would come faster.
After climbing a dozen more steps, an even more intense fatigue suddenly attacked him again. Furthermore, this time, the fatigue was even more intense than before. It was as if he was going to take back all the energy he had used to help Wang Zhong relax, along with all the interest that he had accumulated.
Hold on! Hold on!
Wang Zhong kept encouraging himself in his heart. Under the huge pressure, he even felt that he could no longer feel the world clearly. He was so tired that he could not even open his eyes. It was not because he wanted to sleep, but because even opening and rolling his eyes seemed to be a huge consumption for him. However, he could not fall down or die here. He had to go back alive. There were still many people waiting for him!
He had promised Scarlet that he would protect her forever!
He wanted to find Aunt Shea. He wanted to know who he was, why he had the Fate Stone, and why he had encountered all this. He wanted to know the past, but he wanted to know now!
The smiling faces of Grai, Laura, and Barran appeared in front of him like illusions, as if they were encouraging him. Wang Zhong grimaced in pain. The skin on his entire body seemed to be about to explode, and his blood vessels were bulging. However, Wang Zhong's gaze became even more determined.
Failure started from the moment he gave up. However, Wang Zhong only had one strong point, and that was that he would never give up!
Wang Zhong could no longer remember how many times he had experienced this cycle of exhaustion. To be precise, other than walking forward with determination, he had lost his consciousness and sense of time. Due to the Fate Stone, his Soul Sea would not completely collapse. Furthermore, due to his divine cells, his body would always be replenished when he was about to collapse. If this was the Wang Zhong from before, he would have died countless times. Even if the Fate Stone could protect his Soul Sea, his body would collapse. The result would be that the Fate Stone would lose its support and be summoned back to the mysterious Higher Dimension, while he would completely disappear.
Wang Zhong didn't know exactly how long he had been walking. Earlier on, he was still looking forward to the end of this path, but he always felt as though he was running to his death. Now, he had almost forgotten that he was walking on this flight of training steps. He just walked on mechanically and numbly.
Pa …
In his numbness, he finally reached the spot that Wang Zhong no longer hoped to reach. He only felt his body suddenly lighten, and the soul restraint that lingered in his heart and almost crushed him instantly disappeared.
The surrounding air seemed to be filled with an astonishing energy that was scattered in the air. It made one feel extremely comfortable just by breathing it.
Wang Zhong's limbs turned limp, and he instantly knelt on the ground.
He suddenly felt relaxed, as if the layers of fog in front of him had been pushed aside, and he could see the moon after the clouds parted. The terrifying recovery ability of his divine cells was fully displayed in this normal state where he did not consume any energy. Furthermore, this place contained an astonishing amount of rich energy. After fainting for two or three seconds from the sudden pressure, Wang Zhong's consciousness and body started to rapidly recover.
At that moment, he realized that his body was drenched in sweat. All the muscles in his body were sore and numb. However, with the recovery of his divine cells, the feeling of emptiness rapidly filling up made him feel extremely comfortable. His power, consciousness, and senses gradually became clear. It was as if he was about to die of thirst in the desert when he suddenly found a bottle of iced mineral water. Furthermore, there was a refrigerator full of food waiting for him. Most importantly, his body did not feel like it would collapse as he had imagined.
Wang Zhong looked at his hands in disbelief and clenched his fists. He had only walked up a flight of stairs, but he was very sure that he was only one step away from the Heavenly Soul Stage. In the words of the Holy Land, he was truly a Semi-Heavenly Soul!
If he could endure it, he would be victorious. As expected of the Holy Mountain of the Octopus people. Regardless of whether it was the white jade stairs or the abundant energy at the top of the mountain, the effects of this trial were simply too terrifying. It was simply the most perfect experience.
Simba had already taken the initiative to fall from Wang Zhong's face and turned back into a clown. He sat on the ground and panted heavily.
On the other hand, Tatamu, who had rolled off Wang Zhong's shoulder, looked at Wang Zhong, dumbfounded. Of course, it had been praying to God that this human would complete the entire journey and not leave it behind halfway. However, when this human actually walked up to it, Tatamu realized how unbelievable it was.
As citizens of the Imperial City, regardless of whether they were Polylegs or other races that lived in the Imperial City, they were all interested in talking about the so-called "important matters of the country" and knew about them like the back of their hands. Of course, they had heard of the various legends about the Holy Mountain and knew about this famous "Pilgrimage Road". Only Octopus people who were Sword Saints, Warlock Saints, and above had the qualifications and strength to step into this place. Furthermore, they had to be the most outstanding among them. It was not an exaggeration to say that the Octopus people might not pay much attention to a new Sword Saint or Warlock Saint. However, if someone completed this pilgrimage road, they would definitely become a guest of the Octopus people's royal family. The value of this road was too high, and it was about to become a legend in the entire Mizobudapi World.
At that moment, Wang Zhong had mostly recovered. Only then did he have the opportunity to look around.
The situation was slightly different from what he had imagined. He did not see the corpses of the so-called supreme beings at the top of the mountain, nor did he see any altars that the Octopus people used to offer sacrifices to the heavens. In fact, there were no fires burning everywhere like at the foot of the mountain.
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