Lin Mo glanced ahead, and beyond the bridge lay another elevated platform a hundred meters away.
"It seems this hundred meters is not the end; there's still a long way ahead. If I guessed right, the further I go, the greater the pressure on my soul."
Thinking of this, Lin Mo furrowed his sword-like brows. With the current strength of his soul, even if his willpower is strong enough to endure the pain the pressure brings upon his soul, no matter how strong his resolve, it cannot change the objective reality.
It's like an ordinary person putting their hand into a boiling pot of oil. Even if their willpower could endure the scalding pain, after some time, the hand would inevitably become crispy—a fact willpower cannot change.
Lin Mo can endure the soul pain brought by the pressure, but once the pressure exceeds the soul's limit, the soul will immediately collapse.
"To obtain the inheritance of the Ancient Divine Tree is indeed not easy."
