Everything before his eyes turned black, and his ears buzzed. Jing Ziyu felt as if he was carrying a huge rock that weighed a thousand tons. With every step he took, the bones in his body made a cracking sound.
Jing Ziyu used all his strength. His eyes were bloodshot as he walked forward step by step with difficulty.
With the strength of a middle stage sovereign, Jing Ziyu finally climbed the last stone step with great difficulty. Once he reached the seventh level of the tower of proving holiness, he fell to the ground as if he had fallen apart. He stuck out his tongue and gasped for breath.
Just as Jing Ziyu had guessed, the pressure on the seventh floor of the tower of proving holiness was more than ten times stronger than that on the sixth floor. However, what was different from the previous floors was that the spiritual Qi here was rich and pure, and more than ten times stronger than the previous floors. It was an excellent place for cultivation.
