After stepping onto the tenth stair, both Lin Ming and Zi Yan found it somewhat unbelievable.
Based on their previous experience, where the pressure increased geometrically with every stair they crossed, the pressure on this final stair should have been even more terrifying than the combined pressure of the first nine. Even the two of them would have had to use every means at their disposal just to barely stand upon it.
Zi Yan had even prepared herself for her flesh body to be torn apart by that terrifying pressure, intending to endure it through the heaven-defying recovery ability of her Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline.
That was indeed what they had done. The reason their bodies had radiated such intense light on the ninth stair, with Five-Colored Brilliance and dazzling purple-gold hues reflecting one another, was because they had already pushed the spiritual energy inside their bodies to its limit, ready to face the legendary ultimate pressure capable of crushing anyone into powder.
Yet, the instant their feet truly stepped onto the tenth stair, both of them froze in shock.
Their shock was not because the pressure was too strong. On the contrary, it was because it was too weak.
It was so weak that the two of them barely needed any effort to stand firmly on the tenth stair. It felt as though they had simply climbed an ordinary step, without even experiencing the pressure of the first stair.
This left Lin Ming and Zi Yan completely baffled, while a deeply stifled, blood-spitting frustration rose within them.
After all, they had spent so long preparing, mobilized all their strength to its peak, and gritted their teeth in anticipation of Mount Tai crashing down upon them—only for a light puff of cotton to fall instead.
That sensation of throwing a punch into