The size of the starstone is proportional to the size of the trial taker.

Zhou Leng is human, with a starstone diameter of just over two meters, but the weight depends only on one’s own rank, the same as other lower demigods.

With both hands lifting the starstone over his head, Zhou Leng stepped onto the mountain.

The other demigods successively caught the starstones and began to climb upward.

A very few demigods were knocked unconscious or injured by the starstones, unable to get up in the meteorite pit.

Looking around, countless round stones pressed down on the demigods, densely packed.

Zhou Leng did not rush for quick success, but maintained a normal walking speed, slowly feeling the process of climbing.

Soon, some strange cries were heard from afar.

Turning his head to look, he saw some particularly powerful giants or alien races carrying the starstones like it’s a game, running up with big strides as if completely unaffected.

Zhou Leng squinted his eyes to observe the quickly climbing demigods, most of them... were still manageable.

But there was one figure that was obviously different.

That was also a human, only he had four arms, with a bronzed sheen on the surface of his body.

He was a middle demigod, holding the starstone with just one hand, running with great strides.

And clearly had strength to spare, unlike others who were obviously struggling.

Zhou Leng stared at him, with every detail of his running flashing in his mind.

No superfluous movements, as if he could anticipate every step beforehand, his strides were powerful, his landings stable, it was perfect, something he could not reach.

Because over the years, he had accumulated too many erroneous details, completely changing them would take a lot of time.

This person was like moving clouds and flowing water, clearly just running, yet giving people a pleasing feeling.

Zhou Leng immediately realized that this person’s lightweight stepping technique was at least of the Void God level, perhaps even higher.

Descendants of a cosmic great race, very likely a Divine Son level genius.

Unexpectedly, right from the start, he encountered someone strong in certain aspects, stronger than himself, Zhou Leng became more cautious.

So he looked more closely at some of the demigods running in the front and found some patterns.

Although many giants or alien races’ lightweight skills couldn’t match that four-armed man, some had terrifyingly great strength.

Some played with the stone sphere while running, some ran at high speed with extremely stable breathing, some even, like himself, did not use any extra force, simply lifting the starstone with their physical body.

This was still within dozens of kilometers, farther away, there were more and stronger trial takers.

"There are always people beyond people, and skies beyond skies..."

Zhou Leng did not chase immediately, but first walked for a while, adapting to the environment of this star and the starstone, before slowly accelerating.

After running a few steps, he heard a blue-skinned giant in front running while shouting in divine text.

"Friends, let’s run! The earlier we get there, the greater the harvest..."

"I believe even if most of you are from elementary and intermediate civilizations, there are geniuses among you... Hmm, you seem to not understand divine text..."

"Run quickly! The Starry Giants are watching us..."

That blue-skinned giant ran happily onward like an excited dog.

The nearby demigods helplessly watched him, not understanding what he was saying, but could feel that this giant was very strong, holding the starstone with one hand and running faster than a rabbit.

Most demigods carried the starstone step by step.

For ordinary demigods, this starstone was extremely heavy.

Many demigods even started sweating.

Zhou Leng started jogging, soon started taking big steps, climbing upward.

Soon, he reached an altitude of one hundred thousand meters.

Looking back, less than one-tenth of demigods were near this height, a large area of demigods still lingered around twenty thousand meters.

Occasionally a demigod would stumble and fall, the round starstone rolling down the mountain, with them panting heavily chasing from behind.

Some demigods stood at the foot of the mountain, supporting the starstone, gasping for air, walking and stopping intermittently.

Zhou Leng ran a while more with the starstone, finally feeling a slight fatigue in his body.

So, he activated the Great Sun Divine Skill, threads of cosmic true power merged into his body.

Meanwhile, his body began absorbing external star power.

Rich star power descended, Zhou Leng used his skills to suppress it, but still appeared brighter than ordinary demigods.

Some demigods turned to look, understanding that this human had a way to absorb star power, showing envy.

Zhou Leng looked ahead.

Within his line of sight, the fastest few demigods were more than ten thousand meters ahead of him.

These demigods had some common traits.

None used external force, relying solely on their physical body.

These demigods were all middle-rank demigods, all at the peak of middle-rank.

They were steady from the start, whether running or climbing in rhythm.

Except for that blue-skinned giant being a bit more active, all were silent.

"It seems, these people are from high-level civilizations, well-prepared, their families probably had planned how to participate in this ancient path many years ago. Moreover, among these people likely hides a Divine Son."

Zhou Leng made an initial judgment and accelerated his pace again.

Since he was adapted, there was no need to hide any power.

He was definitely exceptional in elementary civilizations, pretty good in intermediate civilizations, but in high-level civilizations, at most, considered excellent.

As for the gap with the Divine Sons, it’s hard to say.

Zhou Leng gradually accelerated.

Some people behind watched Zhou Leng’s back, speculating about his strength.

Because demigods can indeed run fast, but carrying such a heavy starstone, any acceleration beyond their limit would become a recipe for failure.

The ancient path doesn’t fear being late, only disorder.

Being a bit late at most means less reward, but acting recklessly leads to failure.

Soon, Zhou Leng caught up with the first echelon, only a few hundred meters away from the leading four-armed man.

Some demigods in the first echelon turned to glance at Zhou Leng, showing a puzzled look.

This human, looked like a martial artist, but martial artists are generally unsuitable for the ancient path because martial artists have strong explosive power, but once True Qi is depleted, they are far inferior to races with naturally strong bodies.

Furthermore, he is only a lower-rank demigod, but the first echelon was all middle-rank demigods, without exception.

He seemed not to have specifically trained for the ancient path, mimicking others.

However, the universe is vast, life forms are numerous, these thoughts just flashed by, they only regarded him as a decent young talent, continuing to climb.

Soon, Zhou Leng adapted to the new rhythm, feeling he could be faster.

However, these middle-rank demigods showed no intention to accelerate.

Zhou Leng felt these demigods were like professional athletes, possibly saving their energy for the final sprint, so he stayed in the middle of the first echelon, neither too far in front nor in back.

The steepness of the slope varied, many people had to change their route while running.

Soon, that blue-skinned giant approached.

When they were two hundred meters apart, the blue-skinned giant turned his head in confusion, looking at Zhou Leng.

"What the hell, this person’s divine spirit’s favor is thicker than mine? And not only does he have giant divine spirit favor, but also damn Dragon God’s."

"Why hasn’t a hidden divine spirit just pressed him to death with a finger?"

"Hey, little shorty, can you understand divine text?" The blue-skinned giant, over twenty meters tall, like a running building when approaching.

"Of course, you big dummy," Zhou Leng said.

The blue-skinned giant laughed heartily, "Hello, my name is No Edge’s Horizon, yours?"

"Just call me... Circulation of Extreme Cold." Zhou Leng replied in the divine text manner.