Rather than the previous sensation of the soul being sucked into it, improving the physical body through exercise, only to be forced to abandon everything upon withdrawal.
The objective has been reached!
It was at this point that he thoroughly believed.
Breaking away from the old shell, soul invasion… no, entering the process.
It truly felt like crossing over, excluding the old shell as a 'anchor point' for return, everything about him entered the Dharma Realm of Beijuluzhou...
The process of climbing upward, the pressure continuously accumulated.
Every step Meng Chuan took resulted in invisible air waves flattening beneath his feet, his expression remained unchanged, and he felt all the pressure as breezes brushing against his face, light and carefree.
"My current body's ability to withstand pressure, even its elasticity, far exceeded when I was climbing at the Red Fiend Nest.
The pressure halfway up Little Sumeru Mountain is still not substantial enough..."
