Under the challenge of ascending to the gods, he needs to be under extreme pressure at all times. When the pressure decreases, the state of stimulating potential will also weaken.

So Feng Qi stepped onto the 106th step.

When he stood on the 106th step, a smile suddenly appeared on Feng Qi's face.

There were still two steps to go up, but he had already seen his victory. He felt that he had passed this challenge.

With the belief that he would win, he took another step forward.

As his body sank suddenly, he opened his mouth and coughed out a pool of blood.

While the body was shaking violently, the black mist surrounding the body surged. The body seemed to be calcined in a high-temperature furnace, and the muscles were tense to the extreme.

Feng Qi's vision was wrapped in black mist, and he smelled the breath of death.

But he has long since gotten rid of the fear of death.

Countless restarts, he will experience death every time he reaches the sacrifice line.

From the initial fear of death, he has now been exempted from the suffocation caused by death, so he tightened his muscles, gritted his teeth and raised his legs with trembling, and decided to pursue the victory while taking advantage of the victory. He took the last step to maximize the effect of the Ascension Challenge.

change.

But as soon as his right leg was lifted, it fell again under the pressure.

The failure did not make Feng Qi give up. He tried again under pressure.

The color of blood faintly appeared in the black mist that surrounded the body. It was the color of Feng Qi's blood seeping out of his pores under pressure.

Death is approaching, and Feng Qi's body has entered the final decisive stage of this challenge.

Accompanied by gritted teeth and a roar, he suddenly raised his right leg and took the last step, climbing the last step.

The surge of pressure he imagined did not come, and he found that the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared at this moment.

thump!

Under the inertia, Feng Qi staggered and fell.

The black mist surrounding the body also dissipated at this time.

Just when he was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed that his body had changed.

The heavy and powerful pounding sound of the heart beating sounded in my ears.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His heart beat faster, and Feng Qi found that his body seemed to be undergoing nirvana.

During this period, the body was like a lit firecracker, crackling.

He closed his eyes at this moment and began to feel the transformation of his body.

This process lasted for half an hour. When he opened his eyes, he found that his vision had become exceptionally clear, his hearing had also improved significantly, and the chatter of Xiaoyou and others under the pyramid could be heard clearly.

As he clenched his fist, he felt a black flame burning fiercely inside his body.

This was his first time to take on the challenge of ascending to the gods, and he was very surprised by the significant improvement it brought.

After his physical fitness has been greatly improved, he is now fully confident to challenge the third level of unlocking the magic knife.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

Turning his gaze forward, the spire that was originally shrouded in hazy light spread to both sides like mist after contact with his line of sight, revealing a forest-white skeleton sitting cross-legged.

Under the corrosion of time, the clothes on the skeleton have rotted away. A gust of wind came, and the clothes without a barrier disappeared with the wind.

What caught Feng Qi's attention was that a palm-sized black cube was suspended above the head of Senbai's skeleton.

Curious about what inheritance the deceased left behind, he immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab the black cube.

When his right hand came into contact with the black cube, the black cube melted rapidly, and the black liquid spread to both sides like a scroll.

Twisted words gradually appeared on the scroll.

But even Feng Qi, who has studied domain studies, cannot interpret these words.

At this moment, the magic knife suspended under the building suddenly flew to his side.

Compared to how hard he fought to get here, the magic knife passed through the pressure barrier effortlessly.

"Brother Dao, can you understand the text above?"

"able."

"What does it say?"

Faced with his inquiry, the magic knife immediately began to translate the text on the scroll.

According to the description of the magic knife, the text above is the autobiography of the inheritor.

The inheritor's name is "Zai Lin", and his race was once the dominant force in the eight-layer small world of Yanyu. However, the glory of the race did not last long, and it encountered powerful external enemies in an external expansion war.

In the end, the invasion war turned into an anti-invasion war. Zailin's race was defeated, most of the tribesmen died, and a small number of tribesmen fled.

Zai Lin is also a member of the fugitive tribe.

The escape journey was very unfortunate. They encountered many plunders along the way and suffered heavy casualties among their people.

After they fled to a relatively safe area, almost all the migrating tribesmen died. Only he and his two younger brothers survived.

Jae Lin's tragic experience is not over yet.

In the following years, he took his two younger brothers and set out again for food, during which both younger brothers died one after another.

In order to survive, Zailin endured many hardships.

He was once captured by a race and used as a test subject for a drug test. During that time, his skin ulcerated extensively. If he had not escaped by chance, he would have died.

Later, he was tortured by a madman who was also an exile while wandering, but he was lucky enough to survive.

There are many other tragic experiences.

Zailin, who had survived many catastrophes, was full of pain at that time. During that time, he was plagued by negative emotions and was on the verge of emotional collapse all day long. He wanted to end his life many times.

In the pain and repeated torture, Zai Lin finally did not choose to give up.

In order to solve spiritual problems, he gained a deeper understanding of negative emotions through 300 years of exploration and understanding, and developed a special method for this purpose.

Zai Lin named this method "Fu Lin".

At the bottom of the scroll is the method of mastering Fu Lin.

The first line is:

A tribute to those who never give up in despair.

The second line is:

The demons suppressed deep in your heart can also be your most powerful weapon.

…

Seeing this, Feng Qi's heart skipped a beat.

He struggled to find a way to master negative emotions through multiple timelines, but he still had no clue.

But he didn't expect that a method to control negative emotions would be right in front of him.

He instantly felt tears filling his eyes.

He has a clear understanding of how bad his luck is. Compared with the Lord of the Mist's luck, he feels like a passerby in a novel who has never been lucky.

Now, he finally got the opportunity he wanted.

According to the description on the scroll, this method not only allowed him to control negative emotions, but also allowed him to turn negative emotions into weapons.

This method fits him perfectly.

With anticipation, he spoke excitedly:

"Brother Dao, please continue to translate the following content."

Thinking that his negative emotional problem was about to be solved, Feng Qi felt that this journey of experience was worth it.

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