Rather than continuing forward, Xu Xuan sat down on the spot.
His chest rose and fell slightly, while the pressure from the Heavenly Stairway kept flowing past him. Its immense force made his body tremble faintly.
With a slight shudder of his shoulders, Xu Xuan slowly raised his head and looked ahead.
Directly before him, waves of pressure seemed to take physical form, sweeping fearlessly toward both sides of his body.
Xu Xuan frowned slightly at this, then raised his brows and looked again. The pressure before him once more seemed to become solid, its endless force slamming viciously into his shoulders.
A trace of pain involuntarily flashed across Xu Xuan's face, but he quickly suppressed it.
Xu Xuan swallowed slightly, then looked ahead again with an expressionless face. Before him, those waves of tangible pressure actually slammed straight into his chest.
Xu Xuan did not dare utter a word in response. The endless pressure left his face contorted with pain.
"No, I have to adapt to this oppressive force. Only by adapting completely can I go farther."
Coming to his senses, Xu Xuan immediately slapped his chest, forcing himself into a state of enlightenment.
Forcing his way into enlightenment and disregarding the surrounding pressure entirely, Xu Xuan seemed to enter a realm of mysteries within mysteries.
Raising his head slightly, Xu Xuan broke into a faint grin.
Only after an unknown amount of time did Xu Xuan open his eyes, a brilliant gleam flashing within them.
Without the slightest expression on his face, Xu Xuan stood up and continued forward.
This time, the pressure from the Heavenly Stairway seemed to have dissipated.
It felt completely different from before.
In reality, however, only Xu Xuan knew that the pressure had not dissipated; he had merely dispersed a little of it.