Wang Xiaohai walked a kilometer and now he felt drowsy, his steps were unsteady, and he staggered from side to side.

He felt that the scorching sun had penetrated into his body. His mouth was dry and his lips were cracked. He squinted his eyes and continued walking, not daring to open them too wide because if he opened them too wide, the sun in the sky would blind him. The light was too strong!

Wang Xiaohai's body is now as tired as that of a student who has been playing games in an Internet cafe for three days and three nights. He is moving forward entirely by perseverance, and he can no longer sweat!

"This is the first time I've felt so weak..."

Wang Xiaohai has not been so weak since he regained consciousness from the mental hospital. At that time, he was able to escape from the pursuit of the evil spirit Wu Ciren and was full of strength.

He felt that his hair was really burning and seemed to have a bit of a burnt smell, but he didn't care anymore - his life was almost gone, who cared about his hair?

"Wang Xiaohai, can you still hold on? You're almost dead!" Wu Ciren stood behind Wang Xiaohai and mocked him, "Don't you want revenge on me? Come here! Just turn around and chase me. Don't you want revenge?"

The psychedelic desert failed to seduce Wang Xiaohai with emotion, so it tempted him with hatred! Fortunately, Wang Xiaohai knew it was fake, otherwise he would have been seduced successfully. These illusions are all fake, they can't fool people at all! He plugged his ears with his fingers and continued on his way.

When he reached a distance of two kilometers, Wang Xiaohai slipped and fell!

The hot red sand burned his body, and he woke up instantly because of the pain. He climbed up with his hands as if supporting the flames. His skin was covered with blisters from burns, which looked very scary!

"I wonder what's going on with the others?" Wang Xiaohai was just a mortal now, unable to sense where others were. "I will definitely not lose to anyone!"

He continued to move forward, abandoning all other thoughts. Neither his relatives nor his enemies behind him could stop him.

"If the people behind me are real, will I stop and look back?" This thought suddenly popped up in Wang Xiaohai's mind.

A colorful scorpion emerged from under the sand, stabbed its poisonous tail into Wang Xiaohai's left ankle, released dark purple venom, and then escaped.

Wang Xiaohai felt his left foot lose sensation instantly. He saw that the venom was still spreading, so he hurriedly tore off his clothes and tied his left thigh tightly. Now he only had one foot, so he could only crawl on the hot desert. A hundred suns were across the sky, as if mocking Wang Xiaohai's arrogance!

Wang Xiaohai's hands were almost burned to the point of losing feeling. All he had left was consciousness, perseverance, and persistence.

"People in front, crawl back. I have iced watermelon juice, porridge, and burn medicine here. If you don't believe me, look back. This is not an illusion, but real. Do you smell the fragrance?" An old woman's voice sounded behind Wang Xiaohai.

"You are fake!" Wang Xiaohai didn't look back and continued to move forward.

He did smell the fragrance, but so what? Since this psychedelic desert can deceive the eyes, it can naturally deceive his nose and ears as well.

A drop of cold water dripped onto the back of Wang Xiaohai's hand. The old woman walked over to Wang Xiaohai, dropped a drop of ice water from the glass in her hand, and said, "Do you feel it? As long as you promise to stop and not move forward, everything in my hand will be yours, and you won't have to suffer like this!"

This drop of water made Wang Xiaohai sober up a lot. Now every time he crawled it felt like being cut by a knife, but he still did not give up.

After advancing another 500 meters, Wang Xiaohai was now tortured by fatigue and pain. Even if the most delicious food in the world was brought to his mouth, he had no appetite to eat it. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep. He still had to crawl forward.

The old woman holding the food retreated.

Wang Xiaohai saw a beautiful woman with big breasts and a round buttocks lying on a huge water bed in front of him. She waved to him and said in a sweet voice, "Come and rest if you feel sleepy. It's not too late to move on after a good sleep."

"No, if I rest now, I will never wake up!" Although Wang Xiaohai's brain was a little confused at the moment, he still knew this. She refused to crawl onto the water bed to sleep and continued to crawl forward, leaving a straight trail in the desert.

Continue forward another 300 meters and reach the 2.8 kilometer mark.

A group of ferocious robbers appeared in front of us, each holding a shining machete. They had ferocious faces and were cruel and ruthless!

"Boy, get out of here quickly, or I'll chop off your legs and prevent you from moving forward!" the bandits threatened Wang Xiaohai.

Wang Xiaohai pretended they didn't exist and continued to crawl forward with his hands and one leg.

"Bang—"

The robber's machete fell, and Wang Xiaohai's legs instantly lost consciousness. Although he had no legs, he could still clearly feel the pain in his feet, which constantly tortured his spirit.

He only had two hands left, and the places where his hands touched the sand were charred. He felt the blood in his body slowly flowing out from the broken thigh. His eyes became blurry and then pitch black. His eyes were also blinded by the sunlight!

He crawled forward with his last remaining will, using his almost crippled hands to push forward. Darkness covered his vision, and the blood continued to drain. He knew that if the blood continued to bleed for a few more minutes, he would die. He wondered if dying in this psychedelic desert would truly mean dying. But he could no longer think about this, as the pain completely consumed his mind. He could no longer think, but simply moved forward instinctively, driven by pure will and instinct.

His consciousness was like an hourglass that was about to run out, with only the last bit left. He grabbed the ground with all his strength and desperately crawled a few meters into the darkness. It was like a last ray of light, or a final burst. He had reached his limit!

"Congratulations on crossing the three-kilometer psychedelic desert." The system's mechanical voice sounded.

Wang Xiaohai felt his body enveloped by a cold liquid. A ray of light shone through his eyelids, like a ray of hope! He could see again! He opened his eyes, his heart filled with the joy of a new life! His body was no longer broken, but it floated in the air like a ghost. He tried to touch his face with his hands, but he didn't see it and passed right through it.

"Am I dead?" Wang Xiaohai suddenly felt a connection and sensation in his heart. He saw a young man with two pairs of gray wings in the distance. The young man closed his eyes and was intoxicated - he knew that this was where his body was, so he floated over with all his strength.

When they got close, Wang Xiaohai's spirit and his body were attracted like the two poles of a magnet, collided with each other, and merged into one!

He opened his eyes again, divine power surged in his eyes, and everything around him seemed to be under his control.

He felt that he had evolved, his sensitivity to the heart and spirit had become stronger, and now he had truly reached the level of gravitational sensitivity!

"Congratulations on getting a perfect score, the first ever! No more angels have to go through the screening process!" the system's mechanical voice chimed. "Take up your certificate of succession to the True God, and you will be able to meet the True God!"

An orange pentagram-shaped medal floated in front of Wang Xiaohai, looking like a delicious candy. This was the proof of being the true successor of God!

Wang Xiaohai reached out and grabbed the pentagram medal. The medal emitted a brilliant light that enveloped Wang Xiaohai, and then they disappeared from this world together.