Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

On the official road leading to Guangxiang City, caravans and lone wolves came and went in an endless stream, many of whom were heroes from all walks of life and elites from various factions heading to Guangxiang City to participate in the Gathering of Heroes.

The sun shines brightly today, and their lives continue as usual, a monotonous journey. But a puzzling act adds a touch of interest to their otherwise dull travels.

A handsome young man with a sunny disposition whizzed past them carrying a horse-drawn carriage, with the reins of three strong horses tied around his waist.

A horse with its mouth wide open and tongue stretched out is running too fast, exceeding its capacity, yet being pulled by the reins to run wildly.

Behind the horse were three young talents, their foreheads covered in sweat. Like mad dogs, they were determined to keep up with the handsome young man in front of them, their eyes filled with an indomitable spirit.

That night, the three fine horses foamed at the mouth and were beyond repair.

The next day, Zheng Qian still carried the carriage and ran wildly, but the difference was that the horse's reins were no longer tied around his waist, and he ran even more joyfully.

On the third, fourth, and fifth days, they kept running like this, and Zheng Qian finally reaped the rewards of the second phase.

boom……

With a deep rumble, the ground beneath Zheng Qian's feet seemed to come alive, and subtle tremors spread from his feet to the distance.

To his surprise, he discovered that he could sense the dormant power deep within the earth slowly awakening, resonating with the boiling spiritual energy within his body, forming an unprecedented harmony.

This power, both ancient and strong, gave him an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and confidence.

At the same time, a look of shock appeared in Dean Yun's weathered eyes. He sensed the subtle change in Zheng Qian's gait; his spiritual energy flowed naturally and harmoniously, entering a state of resonance with human energy.

Zheng Qian's comprehension is extraordinary; he truly deserves to be the disciple I have chosen.

Feeling the pulse of the earth is indeed a cultivation method. However, this is the great path of earth-type soul masters, and Zheng Qian's ability to resonate with the earth's veins in just a few days has made him begin to doubt Zheng Qian's talent.

Could it be that this child's greatest talent isn't swordsmanship, but rather that of a Soul Master?

It should be understood that it is difficult for ordinary people to reach the point of feeling the pulse of the earth and resonating with it in their entire lives, and even geniuses need seven or eight years to achieve this. However, Zheng Qian only took five days.

The closer they got to Guangxiang City, the more people there were on the official road.

"Brother Li, look how hard this young man is working on his way to the Gathering of Heroes. He is truly someone we should all learn from."

“Brother Wu is right. How can we appreciate flowers and the moon on the path of cultivation? We must also bear the burden and move forward with all our might.”

And so, the geniuses who participated in the gathering of heroes all followed Zheng Qian's example, running with heavy objects to intensify their training.

Unfortunately, they all gave up after running for an hour or two.

It's too difficult, too tiring.

Along the way, many talented young people with exceptional artistic skills drew pictures of Zheng Qian carrying a horse-drawn carriage at breakneck speed, both to encourage themselves and to spur on their friends.

On the path of spiritual practice, we carry heavy burdens as we move forward.

"Doesn't this madwoman get tired?" Fan Tielan was no longer recognizable as a woman; her face was covered in dust and had been tanned dark.

Zheng Qian ran wildly, and they chased after him closely. They didn't even have time to wash their faces, let alone take a bath.

Several times, Zheng Qian waited leisurely ahead, allowing the three of them to catch up.

The difference between a genius and a prodigy is enormous.

“Brother Zheng’s strength far surpasses mine. If I take him as my target and catch up, I will surely reach a higher level.” After Li Mubai finished speaking, his gaze was firm. He decided to sit on the ground and rest for ten minutes before chasing after Zheng Qian.

They were so tired that they needed to rest.

"Mu Bai is right. I was so confident in my speed before. I was such a frog in a well. It's shameful," Feng Wuhen said, throwing the hundred-pound stone to the side of the road.

"It's too heavy. After resting, I'll find something to carry that weighs 50 pounds and try to catch up with him who can carry 5,000 pounds."

Feng Wuhen was proficient in the "Wind Without a Trace" technique, which allowed him to control the power of the wind. He had already pushed the "Wind Without a Trace" technique to its limit, but he still couldn't catch up with Zheng Qian. He had no choice but to abandon his load and run lightly.

As Zheng Qian's understanding of the earth's pulse deepened, he found that his running movements became more fluid and natural, as if each step was landing on the right point of power, making it both effortless and efficient.

His heart was intimately connected with this land, as if he had become a part of nature. The carriage in his hands was no longer a burden, but a partner for him to explore the unknown and challenge the limits.

"How was the harvest?" Dean Yun's voice came from inside the carriage, calm yet full of Daoist wisdom.

As Zheng Qian ran, he replied, "Teacher, my body is one with nature, and my will follows my heart."

Dean Yun said, "You've been running around for days, why haven't you used the 'Starry Sky Illusion Step'?"

"To answer the teacher's question, running directly allows you to better feel the pulse of the earth."

"to be honest."

“Teacher, the Starry Sky Illusion Step is not a human cultivation technique, so I dare not use it.”

After a long silence, Dean Yun slowly said, "The Starry Sky Illusionary Step appeared among the human race three thousand years ago, causing a sensation. However, because it was a demon race technique, humans could not cultivate it to its full potential, and it disappeared without a trace. The human race has long forgotten it, and it only occasionally appears in the Corpse Domain. As for the Southern Region, there are fewer than five people who know about the Starry Sky Illusionary Step. And if these five people see you using the Starry Sky Illusionary Step, they will not only not make things difficult for you, but they will also help you if you have any difficulties. You can use it with confidence."

Not only will they not make things difficult, they will also offer help?

Zheng Qian asked, puzzled, "Teacher, why is that?"

Why?

Dean Yun's weathered eyes became meaningful, filled with barely suppressed anger, but his tone remained calm.

"Once you become powerful enough to understand the origins of the Starry Sky Illusion Step, you will naturally understand."

Zheng Qian was very troubled. Ya Lan told him to seek out Jiang Siting after his strength reached five million jin, but now Dean Yun said that he would know the origin of "Starry Sky Illusion Step" after he became strong. It seems that there are many secrets in this.

"Teacher, we are in the Southern Region, but what about the Corpse Region? Are there any other regions?" Zheng Qian continued to ask Dean Yun for guidance, showing his willingness to learn.

"Knowing too many secrets without real ability will bring disaster upon you. Just focus on your running." After saying this, Dean Yun fell silent.

Having secrets without real strength is something that cannot be kept secret.

Zheng Qian stopped asking questions. Since Dean Yun said he could use it, he would naturally cultivate diligently to enhance his own strength.

"You guys run slowly, I'll go ahead and wait for you."

Zheng Qian shouted to those behind him, stepped on the triangular constellation, and suddenly accelerated, leaving the three of them barely touching the dust.

Behind them, Fan Tielan and the other two were running with foam at the mouth. They had been chasing each other non-stop for several days and were very tired. When they saw Zheng Qian speeding up, they showed expressions of utter despair.

"Is there really such a big difference between me and this pretty boy?" Fan Tielan went from wanting to hit Zheng Qian at first, to glaring at him angrily, and now she was completely convinced.

Zheng Qian is a prodigy, several levels above these geniuses.

"Judging from their performance over the past few days, the difference should be huge." Li Mubai gasped for breath. His white clothes had long since turned black, and sweat and dust mixed together, emitting a foul odor.

Feng Wuhen, who is proficient in "Wind Without a Trace", can control the power of the wind. Before he met Zheng Qian, among the younger generation of Guangxiang Kingdom, he was second in speed and no one dared to say that he was first.

Now, he's going to put it another way: he says he's third, and who dares to say he's second?

He started by lifting 1,000 jin, then 500 jin, then 100 jin, then 50 jin, and now he finds even 10 jin stones too heavy.

With a whoosh, Feng Wuhen threw a ten-pound stone into the woods. His eyes were bloodshot, and his competitive spirit vanished as the stone flew away. He shouted at Zheng Qian, who was running as fast as the wind.

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced."