At the foot of the mountain, Flender had initially been in the mood to mock Zhao Wuji for being inadequate, wondering why he was walking slower and slower. But when he saw that Zhao Wuji was taking longer to climb each successive step, he understood one thing: the steps were far from easy.
It was not that Zhao Wuji was inadequate. Rather, the gravity on the steps grew stronger and stronger. Even though Zhao Wuji had stopped at the fifty-third step, it was because he was enduring fifty-three times the normal gravity every second. Any Soul Master of another rank would have long since been unable to move an inch, perhaps even dead, let alone capable of reaching the fifty-third step.
Flender turned around and said, "Vice Dean Zhao has already set a fine example for you. You may also climb the steps and experience it for yourselves to see whether it is true. Before confirming the truth, do not jump to conclusions lightly.
"The Hall Master said that you must not force yourselves when climbing the steps. Stop at whatever step is your limit and cultivate there. Under such immense pressure, your potential will be more easily stimulated, and your Soul Power will improve faster.
"Remember, do not try to show off. Otherwise, once your foundations are damaged or shattered, you will become cripples. You understand the fate of cripples in this world. We will not keep you in the academy to continue enjoying its benefits."
"Yes!"
No one objected to his words. This was how the world worked: the strong prevailed while the weak were eliminated, and only the fittest survived. Everyone had long adapted to such rules.
Although Huang Tian was somewhat disgusted by such rules, he was already a First-level God. From such a lofty position,