Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Zheng Qian, you haven't been to class for two days and have fallen behind on a lot of knowledge. I'm going to teach 'Military Strategy' tomorrow morning, so I hope you won't skip class."

After finishing her speech, Teacher Mo Li handed a thick notebook to Zheng Qian.

"These are notes on 'The Art of War and Strategy.' Study them carefully and try to get good grades in the written exam."

Zheng Qian took the notes, feeling a warm glow in his heart. This beautiful teacher was truly responsible for her students.

Teacher Mo Li has left. Zheng Qian flipped through the notebook. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, and each unit was arranged in a neat manner. This was a notebook containing five years of teaching knowledge, which was enough to show that Teacher Mo Li was very serious about her work.

"Zheng Qian, I don't believe you can live in the library. I'll beat you to a pulp one day."

Fan Tielan let out one last howl, and then she was gone.

Zheng Qian was speechless. He had been in the library for three days, while Fan Tielan, that crazy woman, had been howling outside for three days.

Of course, Zheng Qian also has quiet times, such as during class time and at night.

Looking down into the fifth-floor passage, although there was only one corner and a total of thirty-six steps, it seemed to conceal a great terror.

Zheng Qian wasn't curious about the fifth floor, but he had read most of the books on the fourth floor, whether they were for cultivators or soul masters, which filled many gaps in his knowledge about cultivation.

"Since we're already here, we can't truly appreciate the scenery of the library without taking a look from the top."

As soon as Zheng Qian stepped onto the first step, he stopped, as a heavy weight pressed down on him.

"This step is like the first gentle breeze of spring, lightly brushing against my heart. My consciousness seems to be gently awakened, and a refreshing power flows slowly through my body. It is my first experience of the breath of nature." Zheng Qian was secretly delighted, and his steps became more firm.

After experiencing it for a while, Zheng Qian continued to walk up the steps. With each step he took, the gravity increased.

Upon reaching the tenth level, the air suddenly changed, as if thunder was hidden in the void. Every breath was accompanied by a booming sound, and Zheng Qian's blood boiled as a result. Power surged within his body, as if it was about to burst out. This was the awakening of power and also a test of will!

Halfway up the path, on the twentieth step, the stars in the night sky seemed within reach. Their light converged into a river, flowing into the depths of Zheng Qian's soul, bringing unprecedented enlightenment and sublimation.

Zheng Qian felt a greater connection with heaven and earth, as if he could perceive the mysteries of the world. He closed his eyes and sensed the surrounding starlight, his aura becoming extraordinary.

The most difficult challenge is this: the thirtieth step.

A raging inferno appeared out of nowhere, engulfing Zheng Qian's entire body. It was a test of destruction and rebirth; the flames scorched Zheng Qian's flesh, but also tempered his will and soul.

"I seem to hear the cry of the phoenix rising from the ashes. Only by going through this tribulation can one be reborn." Zheng Qian roared, letting the flames wash over him. His figure appeared and disappeared in the firelight, but he was even more resolute.

At the thirty-first level, the gravity had reached 130,000 jin, but Zheng Qian faced it calmly without much pressure.

At the 32nd level, with a strength of 150,000 jin, Zheng Qian's posture remained upright; the 150,000 jin of strength was not enough to make him bend over.

At the thirty-third level, his strength increased dramatically to 180,000 jin. Sweat streamed down Zheng Qian's resolute and handsome face, and the sound of gravity crushing his bones could be heard throughout his body.

Sitting on the ground to rest, Zheng Qian felt his body had adapted to the weight of 180,000 jin every second and prepared to step into the thirty-fourth step.

As Zheng Qian stepped onto the thirty-fourth step with his left foot, he could even feel the intense pain in his bones under the weight of gravity. When his entire body stepped onto the thirty-fourth step, his bones made a crisp, painful sound, like beans falling onto metal.

With his eyes closed, Zheng Qian silently felt the pain in his bones and the changes in every part of his body as he was compressed by the force.

At this moment, Zheng Qian found it difficult to even raise his hand; under the influence of gravity, he had already used up all his strength just to stand up.

hum...

Under gravity, Zheng Qian's "Devouring Heaven Technique" operated on its own, a protective mechanism that exceeded the body's limits. Blood and spiritual energy mingled and circulated within his body, and the feeling of power breaking through gravity surged into his heart.

“Power is not merely outward brute force and arrogance,” Zheng Qian thought to himself.

"It is more of an inner balance and mastery. Just like gravity, although it seems merciless, it actually contains the ultimate truth of the universe. If I can resonate with it, I can turn heaviness into lightness, and even lift heavy objects as if they were nothing."

As Zheng Qian focused his mind, the blood and spiritual energy within his body began to circulate in an unprecedented way. They were no longer simply colliding and resisting, but rather slowly building a tough defensive line within his body in a spiral trajectory.

This defense line is both a resistance to external gravity and a guide and stimulation of its own power.

Zheng Qian finally understood what Dean Yun had said when he killed his four sons outside Jinlan City.

Dean Yun said at the time: "A true strongman is not defined by how powerful his punches are, but by when he throws them, how he throws them, and how he makes sure that every bit of power hits the enemy's weak point with precision."

At that time, Zheng Qian had some insights, but they weren't profound because he couldn't perfectly utilize every bit of power. It wasn't until now, under the pressure of gravity, that the Devouring Heaven Technique instinctively activated, and he clearly felt the changes in power, allowing him to deeply understand his own strength and begin to learn how to use it effectively.

Using his fingers as swords, Zheng Qian practiced the "Dazzling Sword Dance" routine on the steps. After only two moves, his clothes were soaked with sweat. Undeterred, Zheng Qian completed the entire "Dazzling Sword Dance" routine, gaining a deeper understanding of power.

True strength is not simply physical power, but rather the integration of wisdom, will, and skill.

Having finished everything, Zheng Qian stepped onto the thirty-five steps.

With a force of 230,000 jin pressing down, Zheng Qian almost instantly knelt on the ground. Just as his knees touched the ground, Zheng Qian roared, his veins bulging, and slowly straightened up.

"Such immense power." Zheng Qian felt he had reached his limit, and a mouthful of blood flowed from his chest to his throat. If he were to spit out this blood, his momentum would collapse.

The thought flashed through Zheng Qian's mind. He held his breath, took a deep breath, and swallowed the blood back down.

As Zheng Qian activated the Devouring Heaven Technique, his eyes widened in disbelief. With the flow of energy from the Devouring Heaven Technique, his power began to increase.

240,000 jin, 250,000 jin...

The more one resists in "The Devouring Heaven Technique," the heavier the pressure becomes.

Sitting cross-legged, Zheng Qian stopped circulating the "Devouring Heaven Technique," and his power decreased accordingly.

Under gravity, Zheng Qian felt as if every cell in his body was about to burst. At the same time, every cell, every muscle, and every bone was resisting. Zheng Qian's understanding of his own strength became clearer.

Control, control over power, control over one's own power.

Looking at the last step, Zheng Qian had a feeling.

Step on it and die.

"The gravity on these steps changes according to my ability to bear it. If the person who designed these steps wanted to create bloodshed, they wouldn't have designed these steps specifically to temper bones, applying heavy pressure and testing the person who walks on them. The very first step is a deadly trap."

"So, the designer of these steps wanted to test people's mental strength. The last step is to test whether the person who comes here dares to face the fear of death and forge ahead."

Having figured out the key point, Zheng Qian smiled and muttered to himself, "Death is not scary; what is scary is the choice you make when facing death."

After saying that, Zheng Qian stepped onto the thirty-six steps.

hum... hum...

At this moment, it was as if heaven and earth resonated, divine power was bestowed upon him, and the whole world trembled.

The power of the thirty-six steps converged into a sea, surging into Zheng Qian's body and merging with his bloodline. It was as if the elements of heaven and earth were responding to his call and resonating with him.

He felt an unprecedented power, a power that transcended the mundane, broke through his own limitations, and awakened the power to control his will.

It was as if the voice of the Great Dao resounded in Zheng Qian's mind, making him realize the power of controlling his will.

The power of control.

Just then, a beam of golden light shone in from the window, illuminating Zheng Qian's handsome and unyielding face.

Unexpectedly, it took him an entire night to climb the thirty-six steps from the fourth to the fifth floor. He realized that simply looking at the sunlight made him feel happy.

After a long while, a voice suddenly sounded behind Zheng Qian.

"Aren't your eyes dry after looking at it for so long?"