The resistance was quite obvious.
He was clearly pouring power into it.
But the operation was not easy.
Instead, it felt rather like he was lifting a box.
A box with some kind of real weight, an extremely, extremely heavy one.
But as strands of power from within his body were poured into it, Ling Wuyuan could sense with perfect clarity that the seat beneath him had indeed risen a little in height along with it.
Of course, correspondingly, while its actual height increased, the weight he felt also strengthened in real time along with it.
It was an extremely obvious change.
In a short span of time, the weight he had to face had multiplied severalfold!!
Then, after trying for a while longer, by constantly adjusting his own output and making comprehensive comparisons, Ling Wuyuan also successfully gained a relatively clear understanding of the actual function of the chair beneath him.
He realized that the operating principle of this thing was indeed extremely simple and crude.
It truly was that the more power you poured in, the higher your position would become. And as the height continued to rise, once you reached a corresponding altitude, if you wanted to keep ascending, the power you needed to pour in would directly increase exponentially, becoming harder and harder, until it reached the point where wanting to rise another meter was far, far more difficult than having risen ten thousand meters, a hundred thousand meters, before!!
Moreover, throughout the entire process, once you reached a corresponding height, if you wanted to maintain the height you occupied, you also had to input a corresponding level of power at every moment.
This directly meant that temporarily erupting with power beyond your limits was, in fact, utterly meaningless behavior.
Unless you could maintain your own