"Change it to another one."
Zhang Yao immediately gave up on the large stone he couldn't move, scanning the surroundings for a smaller target.
Eventually, he chose a black stone about the size of two fists, estimating it to be the heaviest stone he could manage.
"Huh!"
Stepping forward, he let out a low shout, exerting all his strength to gradually lift the black stone.
Holding the black stone aloft, Zhang Yao's blood nearly boiled, supplying him with an endless stream of powerful energy, allowing him to carry the stone toward the finish line.
Luckily, he was already quite close to the second stage's ancient green jade gate, so after struggling to walk a few steps, the gravity field around him vanished, making it suddenly much easier.
"Phew..."
Zhang Yao exhaled deeply, and the black stone, as heavy as a mountain, suddenly felt "light as a feather."
