These violent forces were rapidly assimilated by the Divine Essence, merging into it and strengthening it.
He halted his steps, his face showing delight.
The various forces he had seen earlier either clashed with the Divine Essence and were expelled rather than assimilated,
or were too weak, resulting in an almost fruitless effort when converted to Divine Essence.
He slowed his pace, stopping at each step, pausing for a long while before moving to the next.
As the steps ascended, the forces became increasingly violent.
At first, he felt like he was in a stormy sea, then as if entering a tornado, his body slightly swaying, unable to stand firm.
Step by step, he finally reached the highest point, arriving at the Little Demon Suppression Divine Tree.
The small golden tree, barely above ankle height, was even shorter than some wild grasses.
Up close, the sensations were clearer.
