Wind.

Countless gusts of wind.

This was the first thing that Joelson felt as he entered the mountain range.

Countless gusts of wind were blowing at him from all directions.

They were cold, gentle, and sharp. The different gusts of wind made the magic shields around Joelson ring.

Joelson looked around and saw that he was now at the foot of a mountain. These terrifying gusts of wind were constantly blowing down from the top of the mountain.

Joelson slowly lowered his body. The wind was getting stronger and more complicated.

The wind element was so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye. A green mist was flowing rapidly around him.

The higher he went, the stronger the wind.

Joelson frowned slightly. He was ready to change his direction and look elsewhere.

However, he suddenly found a swaying figure in the hurricane in front of the mountain.

It was someone from the Church of Light.

He had infiltrated the canyon even more than Joelson. The magic shield around him was like a piece of paper, giving off the feeling that it would shatter at any moment.

He seemed to be extremely determined to enter the depths of the canyon. Even though he was barely holding on, he still continued to climb upwards.

Joelson frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he still chose to go up the mountain.

His domain spread out around him, protecting the space within three yards of Joelson.

When all the wind blew within these three yards, it would be counteracted by the domain's power.

Joelson's speed suddenly increased by many times, and he quickly climbed up the mountain.

The people of the Church of Light that Joelson saw, with the power of a demigod, were struggling to move forward in the sea of hurricanes.

He was like a small sailboat that was tossed about in a tsunami, with the possibility of capsizing at any moment.

"Damn it!"

He stopped and took a deep breath, seizing the time to absorb the extremely thin magical elements in the air, in order to recover some of his weak power.

"This mountain of hurricanes is too difficult. Most likely, even if I comprehended the arcane truths, I might not be able to reach the peak. Let's see the power of this storm."

A bitter smile appeared on his face. "To acquire the final reward, one needs to be at least a god or a genius who has comprehended two or more arcane truths. Perhaps only the Archangel and the second angel will be able to do it."

"Ugh, I really want to see what the reward for this stage is."

He let out a helpless sigh, staring at the mountain peak in front of him, which he couldn't see the peak of.

Those tornadoes that had already transformed into corporeal forms filled him with terror.

Even if a mid-stage demigod charged in, he would probably be instantly crushed.

After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to leave.

He might still have a chance at the trial but he only had one life.

He could wait until he was strong enough before heading to another trial plane.

Right at this moment, a stream of light flashed past his eyes.

Oh?

The demigod was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

What had just flown past?

Rubbing his eyes, he saw the figure not far in front of him clearly. His eyes suddenly widened.

A human figure was using an extremely tyrannical method to wantonly break through the obstruction of the tornadoes and charge forward.

The various wind-elemental forces that tormented him greatly did not seem to be able to obstruct that figure at all. Even his speed did not slow down at all as he continued to rush forward.

It was as if a knight had suddenly ignored all the enemies and rushed into the depths of the camp in the middle of a tragic battlefield.

It was too shocking!

Which one of them didn't advance carefully in the training ground? Wasn't this person too strong?

Was he a genius of the Church of Light or a member of the God of Slaughter?

When he felt the aura emanating from the other party's body, his mouth was agape. He was completely dumbfounded.

Domain power?

Deity level?

'God of Light, am I dreaming?'

Suddenly, when he saw clearly who the figure in front of him was, he was stunned.

It was that deity-level figure riding on that terrifying dragon?

Didn't he have a deep background that allowed him to possess a dragon?

The demigod was completely stunned.

So, he had relied on his own strength to subdue the dragon.

...

On the mountain peak, Joelson saw more and more demigods. There were even mid-stage demigods.

In truth, there weren't many of them. Every so often, there would be one who was left behind.

There weren't more than ten of them along the way. Some were from the Church of Light, while others were from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom.

Joelson guessed that after entering the light gate, everyone was immediately teleported to different mountain peaks.

Looking at the few people who were moving forward with great difficulty, Joelson still didn't feel any pressure.

His domain was simply too powerful and, as the power of the twelve divine sparks increased, his domain also became more and more solid.

Even the domain of a demigod wouldn't be able to resist the power of the wind here but Joelson's domain was able to do so.

This was because the domain of most demigods was too weak.

Compared to Joelson, it was like a giant bubble or, rather, a broken wooden house made of tree branches.

Joelson's appearance caused these demigods who were struggling to climb in the wind to be astonished.

"Quick, look at that fellow!"

"His speed is so fast!"

"Oh God of Light, am I seeing things? He's still a deity?"

There was even a demigod who was so shocked to see Joelson that he wasn't able to concentrate on dealing with the incoming hurricane and was nearly blown away.

As he continued to climb forward, he was surprised to discover that several demigods were trapped in the same place. They were like a circle of slow-moving snails.

What was going on?

As he looked carefully, he saw that the mountain path ahead had suddenly become much narrower. This caused the hurricane that was blowing out from the mountain peak to become several times fiercer.

It was an obstacle that was enough to stop most people.

He slowed down and flew over slowly, just entering the wind gap.

He slowed down and flew over slowly, feeling the pressure.

He took a few more steps forward.

The pressure suddenly increased several times, and it was still increasing rapidly.

The difficulty kept increasing.

He frowned deeply. At this rate, he might be able to pass through the wind gap smoothly but the path after that would become even more difficult.

Joelson stopped.

He seemed to have grasped something in his heart, but he wasn't too sure.

No, this shouldn't be the case.

Thinking back to how he had walked step by step from the foot of the mountain to here, a bold guess emerged in Joelson's mind.

Since this was the trial plane.

If all of this was a trial.

Joelson's eyes flickered. Then the method to pass the trial would definitely not be to rely on strength to withstand it!

The tornadoes that came from different directions, sharp or gentle, were like symbols and languages, trying to tell him something.

Headwinds never went far!

When Joelson figured this out, he slowly and firmly dispersed the domain power around him at the wind gap.