Qi Tian stepped onto the first step of the Heaven-Ascending Stairway, and the invisible pressure came as expected, pressing down over his entire body. His expression did not change, and his steps remained unhurried. To him, this amount of pressure was no more than a feather landing on his body.
He continued upward at an even pace, one step at a time, while wondering to himself: Which step should he stop at?
As he pondered this, he suddenly noticed something strange around him.
The other examinees beside him had barely climbed a few dozen steps, yet some were already breathing heavily. Some had their hands braced on their knees; others had flushed faces, sweat beading at their temples, their pace noticeably slowing. A few had simply stopped where they stood to catch their breath.
Qi Tian's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The people in this final group... are they really this weak?
