And this was just the basic requirement to set out on the journey.
Next, as one traversed the four-thousand-meter pathway, the pressure on the soul would intensify with each step, reaching tenfold at eight thousand meters.
According to the First Councilor who had stopped at eight thousand meters, one needed a base soul strength of at least twentyfold to reach the end of the path.
The Nether Heavenly King turned to Marcellus Larry, "Mr. Whitlock, how long has the Road to Becoming a God been open now?"
"Seven and a half hours."
"Seven and a half, huh? It seems there's really hope this time," the Nether Heavenly King said solemnly, his gaze sweeping over the geniuses below as he sent forth a thought.
Boom!
The dark clouds that shrouded the firmament trembled and rolled, slowly descending like a curtain that sealed the heavens and earth, isolating the surrounding area for several kilometers.