"Trial taker's strength?"

Lin Mo muttered to himself, his gaze falling upon the first-ranked Eldest Prince's name. The Fallen Angel clan had a grudge against him, and it seemed inevitable that they would face a fierce battle upon meeting.

However, his Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire avatar had already collected a million points. Yet, due to the soul's changes, the Mystic Realm Sect couldn't detect it, resulting in his name not appearing on the stele.

"Alright, let's carve out a cave here to rest for a bit while we wait for He Yu to find us."

Liu Qingyang said calmly, then summoned a treasure sword, which spun rapidly like an electric drill, carving out a simple cave three meters wide and ten meters deep in the cliff wall.

"Let's go inside," Liu Qingyang said, flying into the cave.

Lin Mo, along with Wu Mi, followed right after. The three of them randomly found a spot in the cave to sit cross-legged and began to adjust their breathing. The recent battle with the Demon Flame Leopard had left them with some internal injuries, requiring time to recover. Lin Mo closed his eyes, sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, and slowly circulated the Spiritual Energy within his body. To be precise, it was the Blood Demon Vine undergoing self-repair. It's just that now Lin Mo's soul was in the dominant position because the Blood Demon Vine was Lin Mo's treasure, so... the Blood Demon Vine didn't reject Lin Mo's

soul at all.

While chatting along the way, he also learned that the 'Seven Sects' members were not on the same island. Island No. 1 only had Wu Mi, Liu Qingyang, and He Yu from the Feiyu Sect; the others had gone to different islands.

And rightly so, although the Seven Sects all belong to first-tier sects and have some connections with each other, the battle of the Golden Secret Realm concerns the future and honor of the sect, so there are competitive relationships among everyone. If they were on the same island, it would be difficult to handle their relationships.

Thus, Island No. 1 only had three 'Seven Sects' disciples.

Wu Mi from the Holy Beast Sect, Liu Qingyang from the Medicine Sect, and He Yu from the Feiyu Sect all were on Island No. 1, forming an alliance.

"Now, the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire's real body is continuously collecting points. In another half a year, it should accumulate enough points to exchange for a treasure."

Lin Mo murmured to himself and then entered a state of meditation, no longer thinking of other things.

...

Island No. 1 is divided into Ancient Land, Rainforest Land, and Stone Forest Land, the three most common terrain environments.

In Rainforest Land, a mirror-like lake seemed like a jewel inlaid within the green forest.

Bang!

A meteor fell from high above, crashing into the mirror-like lake as if it were a cannonball, sending up a water column tens of meters high, scattering crystal-clear droplets and creating a series of ripples spreading from the center of the lake.

Soon, another figure appeared on the horizon, standing above the lake, watching the surface with a calm gaze.

It was a young man dressed in a white robe, holding a folded fan, exuding an elegant demeanor. His face was more charming than a woman's, his lips curling into a strange smile as he stared at the lake.

"Splash!"

The calm lake suddenly erupted with a figure, bringing up a column of water, soaring into the sky, and the figure stood in midair, his clothes soaking wet, dripping, with long black hair disheveled over his shoulders.

This was also a young man, holding a slender treasure sword, with divine light flowing, but his face was pale, indicating he was already injured.

"Pei Yongjun, will you really not let me go?" The young man stared intently at the other young man with the white fan, his face showing ferocity, yet his eyes containing a hint of fear.

In the sky, the young man in white holding a folded fan was none other than Pei Yongjun from the Yin Yang Shishen Sect.

"Golden Secret Realm Trial, survival of the fittest. I want to kill you to take your Mystical Order; it should be a matter of course," Pei Yongjun said flatly.

"Aren't you afraid my Feiyu Sect will hunt you down later?"

The other young man, drenched and looking pitiful, was actually He Yu from the Feiyu Sect.

"Once I pass the Golden Secret Realm Trial, I can immediately become a disciple of the Mystic Realm Sect. Does your Feiyu Sect have the guts to hunt down a Mystic Realm Sect disciple?"

Pei Yongjun squinted slightly, laughing loudly.

"Fine, fine, fine..."

He Yu finally showed viciousness in his gaze. As a disciple qualified to be cultivated as a genius by the sect, he had his arrogance and pride, and he also held his trump card.

"Pei Yongjun, if you really want to kill me today, then even if it means mutual destruction, I must make you severely injured," He Yu said through gritted teeth.

"Actually, I have another way; I can not kill you," Pei Yongjun suddenly said.

Hearing this, the viciousness on He Yu's face slightly faded, for only at the last moment would he choose destruction. As long as there is a sliver of hope, who would want to die?

"What way?"

He Yu frowned, asking.

"Hand over your Mystical Order to me, and then do one thing for me," Pei Yongjun said flatly.

"Mystical Order?" He Yu clenched his fist. That Mystical Order cost him a lot of hard work for a month and more, and now giving it to someone else was utterly unwilling.

"Fine, I agree with you. What is the other thing?" He Yu hesitated for a moment, finally nodding.

Although the Mystical Order was important, it wasn't worth more than his life.

Pei Yongjun had the same thought, forcing He Yu to a dead end. Although he was confident he could kill He Yu, he couldn't guarantee that He Yu had no trump card to severely injure him at the moment of death. That would be a loss.

Actually, this was a consensus among the island competition geniuses. Unless the gap was too large, they generally didn't want to push each other to a dead end, as all those who came to participate in the trial were geniuses. Even if there was a gap, once they exploded with full strength, the other party would also be severely injured.

Except for strengths like the Eldest Prince, who could kill competitors twenty ranks away with absolute certainty, ensuring that they wouldn't be severely injured while killing the opponent.

He Yu said, taking off his Space Ring and tossing it to Pei Yongjun.

Pei Yongjun grabbed the Space Ring, and with a sweep of Divine Thought, saw the hundred and twenty thousand Mystical Orders inside, revealing a satisfied smile. He transferred the Mystical Orders to his Space Ring and then tossed the ring back.

He Yu caught his Space Ring, feeling a pang of heartache.

"I want you to promise me one thing: if you spot Lin Mo on this island, notify me immediately." Pei Yongjun said, directly taking out a black wooden token and tossing it to He Yu, "Crush this wooden token, and I will know your location."

"Lin Mo?"

He Yu caught the wooden token, frowning a bit. He actually knew Lin Mo, having heard of him through Liu Qingyang's introduction. He was known as a representative figure of the New Human Martial Alliance.

"He Yu, you should know I could have killed you and taken everything. But all I took was your Mystical Order," Pei Yongjun said flatly, "If you see Lin Mo, just remember to notify me. I believe a genius of the Feiyu Sect would not break their word."

After saying that, Pei Yongjun's figure became blurry, then transformed into an afterimage and vanished.

"Damn bastard." Seeing him disappear, He Yu cursed fiercely, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully tucked away the black wooden token.

At this moment, from a distance, a Light Bird flew rapidly to He Yu's side and perched on his shoulder. "Hmm? Miss Liu is in trouble." He Yu refocused his mind, frowned, then transformed into a Flowing Light and vanished.