87 Ninth from the Bottom

The sloppy man smiled and said, “Senior Sister Qingyu, don’t ask too much of them. These geniuses haven’t served in the military. They will perform much better after five years on the battlefield.”

“What we need are geniuses. Cultivation time for geniuses is very precious. How can we let them slowly hone themselves on the battlefield?” said the cyan-clothed woman.

“We can discuss and determine the ranking after the second trial is over,” said King East River. “Let’s begin the second trial. This is the most important test.”

“Yes.” The cyan-robed woman and the sloppy-looking man nodded.

There was only one final test left.

This was the standard of Archean Mountain disciples. With a strong foundation and strength, one could typically stay alive even if they were fighting someone one realm higher! Furthermore, reaching the Great Solar realm was just the first goal.

Jadesun Palace Lord was very young. Ultimately, he was far from reaching his limits. He was temporarily in charge of defending an ordinary city.

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Meng Chuan recovered as he restored his Quintessential Essence fully.

“An hour has passed.” King East River’s voice rang out.

The geniuses sitting cross-legged opened their eyes. They immediately stood up and looked at King East River. Their families and friends, as well as the many Godfiends, were filled with anticipation.

“The final trial is to test your heart.” King East River pointed at a huge altar in the distance. The altar was a four-cornered pyramid. Each side was lined with over a hundred steps, and they continued to the top. The altar was made of limestone, and there were mottled marks on them. Clearly, it had a long history.

“This is the Darkness Altar. Once you step onto the altar, you’ll find yourself trapped in darkness. You need to maintain your lucidity in the darkness. The higher you go, the more outstanding you will be. If you sink into the darkness, you will fail.”

“Alright, let’s begin,” said King East River.

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On the eighth step, one genius stopped moving. He was motionless for fifteen seconds before the black fog completely engulfed his head. His eyes turned pitch-black, and the whites in his eyes were gone.

The cyan-clothed woman frowned when she saw this. “His willpower is too weak. How can someone with such willpower reach the Realm of Soul? How can he become a Great Solar Godfiend?”

In all kinds of skills such as saber arts and sword techniques, there was the Unity realm, the Realm of Force, and the Realm of Intent. Meng Chuan was presently pursuing Saber Intent. The fourth realm was the Realm of Soul.

Whoosh. King East River waved his hand, and an invisible force enveloped the genius, removing him from the altar.

The genius left the Darkness Altar, and the black fog quickly receded into the altar.

Without the black fog affecting him, the genius regained his consciousness. Only then did he realize that he was the only one not on the altar. Dazedly, he stood still. I’m the worst in the final trial?

Soon, there were two youths that stopped at the tenth step. The black fog enveloped their heads, and their eyes turned black without any white visible. They were moved away from the altar.

“All Archean Mountain Godfiends become Great Solar Godfiends unless we die in battle,” said Marquis West Sea as he watched. “When they participate in the assessment, they are almost twenty years of age. They should have at least 30% of the willpower needed to reach the Great Solar realm, right? To not have 30% of the required willpower means their chances of becoming a Great Solar Godfiend are slim.”

“Their potential is too low,” the other Godfiends agreed.

Regardless of how strong a Godfiend’s foundation was or how talented they were in combat, they would usually be eliminated if their results in the final trial were terrible.