From the moment he stepped over the threshold, the pressure exerted by the high tower appeared.
Unlike the "urging" he experienced last time when he walked through the customary process holding an invitation card, this time, it was a dual torment aimed at both the body and the soul.
Li Zhiyuan felt the pain, but thinking that he still had to climb the tower and that this rejection would continue for a long time, the feeling of pain suddenly subsided significantly.
After all, since adaptation is necessary, it's better to shorten this adaptation process.
For Li Zhiyuan, what he found hardest to accept was the tearing off of human skin, as for the rest, it was difficult to reach this threshold.
The first floor was still the same, the stories on the murals continued to unfold, from the dissolution of the Divine Woman Army, the establishment of the academy, to the collective ascension; Li Zhiyuan gave them another glance before moving upstairs.
