CHAPTER 107: THE TRIAL CONTINUED -2

The 55th floor is done.

56 done.

57 done.

The wind, once it moves, can’t be stopped; the water, once it flows, can’t be stopped.

58 done.

59 done.

60 done.

61 done.

62 done.

63,

[Welcome to the 63rd floor. Please wait until two more teams to arrive, only then shall the task be issued]

Bai Long was trapped inside black space and the floor wasn’t even loaded. After what felt like a long time, the space suddenly blurred.

’I see... so, one can no longer leave this place even when you are alone, that means I might be stuck here for a long time.’

The two teams that arrived had a powerful presence.

One team was led by a powerful young man donned in a white robe with golden dragon patterns, holding a long sword.

He had a peerless aura and a dustless face.

The next team was led by an old man donned in a black robe that looked sinister.

At a glance, it was clear that the team led by the old man was a group of malevolent demonic cultivators.

The surroundings were vast mountains.

[ Task: Be the only team surviving to ascend ]

Everyone: "..."

They were all quiet, silently watching each other trying to check how deep the water is. However, both sides were quiet and cautious. They knew that a wrong move could spell disaster.

The team led by the young man in a white robe was strong and capable. The young man himself had a formidable presence, and his sword radiated an aura of power and strength.

The sword was made from the bones of a dragon and forged from the blood of a phoenix. The blade was inscribed with ancient runes, or power was close to that of grade five but it was a grade 3 weapon, made by a trash weapon forging master that ruined the materials.

Like literally, using bones of dragons and blood of beings to make a grade 3 weapon with the power of grade 5!? Such weapons forging masters are stoned to death.

[ The trials will start soon. Any new team joining the floor will automatically participate in the game. ]

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Woosh, as fate would have it, everyone was teleported far away from each other, ensuring that there wasn’t an upright confrontation and allowing people to use their strategic and territorial advantage for their own gain.

Bai Long instantly released his soul body, and within a radius of around 10,000 meters, there wasn’t any presence.

The small soul figure separated into four even smaller parts, and each one went in its respective direction: east, west, north, and south.

With this, he can control this mountain to create his hold.

He sat cross-legged and began to refine the talismans.

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As the soul figure flew through the mountainous terrain, they were on the lookout for any signs of the other teams and Bai Long was practically sharing senses with them.

It is part of his soul.

This was a trial where only one team could ascend, so it was crucial to eliminate the competition so, needless to say, Bai Long knows that the other two teams aren’t worried about him but each other.

It’s the most logical thing a Daoist can fathom else the wisdom of the past remains hollow as a willow tree.

Each team was on high alert, searching for any anything that might lead them to their opponents... Unaware that the place was huge and there were other threats too.

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The young man in white, his name is Xing Chen, was leading his team with utmost vigilance.

As a benevolent cultivator, it is his duty to eliminate the demonic cultivator. It wasn’t personal but simply the will of heaven and the grace of Dao.

This was a test of their skills and abilities, and only the strongest would prevail overcoming every challenge that lay ahead to be the ultimate winner and gain the inheritance and gain wisdom about the Dao.

Xing Chen and his team were moving through the mountains, using their cultivation techniques to scout out their surroundings. They had to be careful; one wrong move could lead to an ambush or a deadly trap.

"Senior Brother Xing, I sense a presence to our east," one of his team members said, his voice low and cautious.

Xing Chen nodded, his grip on his sword tightening. "We shall investigate it together. Let’s go," he replied.

However, the presence the disciple had sensed belonged to a fake human, a human but the people created by this domain. ( npc )

Woosh!

As they reached there, Xing Chen saw a humble Daoist who seemed to be a scholar.

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"Greetings fellow Daoist, This one is Scholar from west... If I may, this scholar wishes to ask fellow daoist some riddles of heaven."

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Zhao Fan was confused... How did the scholar come here and how could he bypass his spiritual sense!? He used his senses but he couldn’t see through the scholar.

"Senior Scholar is wise, I fear this one is unable to answer the riddles of heaven..." Zhao Fan replied not wanting to take unnecessary steps without knowing the depth of the water.

"Fellow Daoist, it’s okay if junior is unable to answer but if junior answers correctly this scholar has a reward," the scholar replied, his eyes had a strange glint, and his smile was serene and graceful.

He was the one who had the ability to create a powerful illusion. He was able to trick even the most perceptive cultivator.

"Hmm, if Scholar has a good riddle, this one wishes to hear it." Zhao Fan said with a calm tone and dustless face.

"The first riddle is: I am not a star, yet I twinkle in the night. I am not a moon, yet I glow with gentle light. What am I?"

Zhao Fan was calm and dustless. He knew the answer but he couldn’t understand what’s the meaning of this scholar’s riddle and the answer is obvious, it is the reflection.

"What a profound riddle, Senior Scholar, this one believes the answer is reflection."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm... quite interesting, you are indeed a wise Daoist." The scholar said with a smile. "The second riddle is: I have a head but never hair. I have a bed but never sleep. I have a mouth but never speak. What am I?"

Hmm, this one too is easy. Zhao Fan thought but he knew that there is no meaning to this riddle. The answer is obvious but the scholar’s aura was strange.

Zhao Fan hesitated, but he didn’t want to show any weakness. "The answer is a river." He replied confidently.

"Hmm... you are indeed wise." The scholar nodded, but there was a glimmer of annoyance in his eyes. "The last riddle is: I exist in darkness, yet I shine brighter than the sun. I am always coming but never arrive. What am I?" This is the final one, and if he answers correctly, I will have no choice but to reward him. But if he fails, I’ll trap him here forever.

Zhao Fan thought for a moment, considering the possibilities. This one was trickier, but he was confident in his answer. "The answer is the dawn," he replied.

The scholar was silent for a moment before nodding in agreement. "You are correct, the dawn shines bright even in darkness and never actually arrives, for when it does, it becomes day. Well done, Daoist Bai."

With a wave of his hand, the scholar conjured a small, glowing orb. "As promised, here is your reward. It contains a powerful cultivation technique that will aid you in your journey."

He then turned to leave, but not before adding, "May the heavens guide you. Farewell." With that, he disappeared into the mist, leaving Zhao Fan alone with the orb.

Zhao Fan took the orb and opened it and quickly threw it away. The trashy scums of heaven, it was a location revealing token, if you have you can see the location of other team but other team can also see your location.

But other team’s have an advantage as they can simply send a lone member somewhere to roam while Zhao Fan is the alone member.

Carrying the token will only bring misfortune than fortune to him. It wasn’t even like a double edge sword. There was no advantage in it.

He quickly destroyed the token and thought for a moment.

However, same wasn’t the case for the malevolent demonic cultivator.

They tried to attack the scholar but they were beaten instead and all of them were tied up in a tree waiting for judgment, as their location was revealed.

And they weren’t tied up with ordinary rope but a magical spiritual rope that can’t be easily shattered with sheer power.

"Damn it... That’s scholar... That fake person, if I every see him again, I will refine him alive." The Old man gritted his teeth.

The audacity to tie him to like this!?

Sin... It’s a sin.

Sin on the heavens.

Sin on earth.

Sin on Dao.

It was a sin on everything.

They waited and waited but no one came, but even more fate have it, who would come to save them!?

"That scholar... I will shred him to pieces..."