With that thought, Li Xiaoya stopped dwelling on it and thrust his palms downward again. Whoosh! Two jets of flame erupted, jolting him upward a little. Whoosh! Another thrust! Li Xiaoya rose another little way. He kept thrusting his palms down, steadily climbing, but by the time his magic power ran dry, he had only just cleared the top of the stone stele, rising a mere thirty or forty feet.
The instant his hands stopped, his body began to fall. Li Xiaoya hurriedly tightened his grip, catching the top of the stone stele. Although he could no longer use the Overlord Art, his physical strength, honed by that art and years of hacking at the stele, already far surpassed that of ordinary Body Tempering cultivators. He possessed at least ten thousand jin of strength, and his body was extraordinarily tough. Even so, the pull made his shoulders ache, showing just how immense the pressure was.
"Hah!" Li Xiaoya grunted angrily, caught hold with his other hand, and climbed onto the top of the stone stele. Strangely enough, the moment he reached the top, the pressure vanished. It seemed to act only on objects suspended in the air.
Li Xiaoya rested for a while. Everything around him was white, and he could see only five feet ahead, but his magic power had not recovered at all. He could only sit down and meditate to replenish it first. Who would have thought that the moment he sat down, a vast amount of spiritual qi would surge toward him? His magic power recovered more than ten times faster than usual, much to his surprise. This gave him another idea, however, so he stopped meditating and climbed straight down from the stele.
In the days that followed, Li Xiaoya kept pondering ways to get