Clenching her teeth tightly, the pressure remained unbearable, and Qhianqhian almost couldn’t hold on. Yet she still supported herself to sit up, and a mouthful of blood was directly spat out. The ss on the ground disappeared in an instant.
This surprised the three of them a bit, but now was not the ti to think about it. It was as if they could be crushed by the pressure at any mont, so struggling to survive was their primary task. Who would think about these detailed issues then?
Yan held his chest with a hand, looked at Qhianqhian, and frowned slightly, "Can you stand up?"
Huangfu Yihui also looked at Qhianqhian worriedly. Spitting blood was never sothing that could be easily resolved. Of course, unless it was gum bleeding.
Qhianqhian gently shook her head, even a slight movent made her face even paler.
Yan opened his hand that was placed on his chest, revealing a completely green elixir.
A powerful life force spread through the space, shocking the spirits of Qhianqhian and Huangfu Yihui.
With a grasp of Yan’s large hand, the elixir in front of him instantly turned into powder, drifting in this white space. The powder seed to have spirituality, never falling to the ground but swirling around the three people like it was dancing in a whirlwind, yet it did so without any chaos, just rotating around the three of them. Slowly, it reduced speed and landed on their clothes.
"This way, even if you’re far from , I can find you." Yan coughed lightly, seeming relieved.
Facing Yan’s action, Qhianqhian had no defense. After all, in this situation, even if soone wanted to kill her, she had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as soone killed her.
In this current scene, reducing consumption was key. Ironically, the previous events proved one point: staying prone consud the most energy, and standing was the correct choice.
Though slowly, both Qhianqhian and Huangfu Yihui tried to stand up.
After an unknown number of attempts, Qhianqhian’s knees were swollen, and in the air’s lingering life energy, she shouted loudly and finally stood up. A strong cold aura perated in the whiteness, and blasts of chilling wind surged out, striking the surroundings like blades of ice.
The surrounding whiteness shattered like fragile crystals, disappearing instantly, leaving no trace of white. The pressure seed to weaken slightly, allowing Qhianqhian to breathe a sigh of relief.
Upon closer inspection, the scene before them was entirely different from just now.
In front of them was a spacious circular plaza with a diater of about two hundred ters. In the center of the plaza, there was a square platform with a resplendent, colorless crystal pillar standing on it. The surroundings were dim, and all the light seed to focus on the crystal pillar, but the top of the pillar had a unique shape, seemingly stimulated by sunlight, making it unclear what it resembled.
The crystal pillar was uneven, as if it had so patterns, and emitted mysterious energy.
The surroundings were silent, empty, and so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Reaching here, Qhianqhian didn’t know why, but it seed that they all beca cautious, not daring to make a sound, standing close together.
"What’s going on? I feel a... strange sensation that makes want to worship," Huangfu Yihui said softly, his tone incomparably strange, and his voice turning cautious, so different from his usual manner.
After speaking, he covered his mouth, hardly believing that he, the prince of Southern Li, would have such a tone. Where was this place? Why was this happening?
An exceptionally peculiar feeling rose in the hearts of the three. This place was definitely unusual.
The sa sensation flooded their hearts.
"Shall we go up and have a look?" Yan suggested, his words carrying the sa strange feeling, mixed with an innate sense of reverence.
The three of them stepped forward together, walking towards the central altar. Though there were no other people here, they were full of doubts, yet they had no other options but to go with the flow.
When they finally managed to move to the platform below, they saw five large characters inscribed on it: Talent Testing Pillar.
"What does this an?" Huangfu Yihui tried to steady his own voice, yet he couldn’t conceal the tremor and reverence within, and even his heart was inexplicably racing, as if it were about to burst from his chest.
Qhianqhian was also not feeling well, a hand placed over her chest as she gasped gently and rapidly, trying hard to calm her heartbeat.
At this mont, even the phrase "in disorder" couldn’t describe how wildly their hearts were beating; it should be compared to chaotic wild animals in a zoo.
As Yan subconsciously stepped onto the stone stairs, all three were suddenly jolted, as if they were being watched, which made their hearts beat even more frantically, unable to settle down.
Although they couldn’t see anyone, just a glance seed to make them feel the strength.
They couldn’t even muster fear, only a desire to worship fervently.
"I’ll go have a look." Yan took a deep breath and slowly ascended the nine-step staircase, reaching the crystal pillar and gazing up at the towering structure.
Even Qhianqhian couldn’t calm down to think, all three were in a state of bewildernt.
"Stand before the testing pillar." A deep voice rang out, prompting the three to instinctively assu a defensive posture, yet they saw no one.
Yan pondered for a mont, then looked at the other two: "If anything happens to , don’t co up here."
With those words, he stood before the testing pillar, seemingly unaware, his hands raised to his chest, and his eyes lowered in a devout pose.
At this mont, a colorless energy entwined Yan’s body. Then, it seed as though sunlight was obscured by clouds, and a beam of light traveled from Yan’s foot, slowly climbing the crystal pillar.
Yan’s expression remained unchanged, he didn’t even open his eyes, as if he knew nothing.
The light beam climbed slowly, surpassing Yan’s height, continuing to ascend until it reached a height all three together could not attain, where it stopped. The colorless light beam gradually turned fiery red.
The voice spoke again: "Fire Series Ninth Level, excellent."
What is this? Ninth level talent? Or sothing else?
The three were puzzled but noticed that the light beam condensed into a small dot of light, slowly descending onto Yan’s forehead, where a mysterious red mark appeared. Feeling sothing, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by determination. Without a word, he slowly withdrew from the platform, nodded slightly at the other two, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
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