"It was already too late to turn back..."
Yinsen climbed upward one step at a time. Although he had the urge to go down and see what would happen, he felt it would be better not to get too fancy at a time like this.
This time, he had not casually picked a world to enter for fun. This was a contest that truly concerned life and death, so he should obediently keep climbing.
"Though there had never been a way back from the start..."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yinsen gradually sensed that something was wrong.
With his current divine body, he should not have felt tired after walking for such a short while. Even if he walked on these stairs for an entire year, fatigue should have been impossible.
Even sprinting at full speed should not have tired him, yet he could now clearly feel his strength draining away. Moreover, he noticed that the divine power within him was slowly decreasing.
"What's going on?"
Yinsen stopped and carefully examined the divine power inside him. In the end, he discovered that it was not diminishing—it was being compressed.
Furthermore, his divine power was being firmly suppressed within his body, completely unable to be released outside. His ability to fly had also vanished, as if he had never possessed it.
"..."
Yinsen paused for a moment before continuing onward. This time, he devoted part of his attention to carefully observing the condition inside his body.
This time, he discovered that as he continued onward, the divine power within him was constantly being squeezed into his body. It was not just divine power; even his body was "degenerating."
His divine power, the miraculous abilities of his divine body, and even his powerful Mental Power had all failed to