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Considering that Yan Xiaobao is in the middle of the Spiritual Flow Sect, the Judicial Hall is protecting him, surrounded by spells personally set by Li Qinghou, ensuring that no one below the Golden Core stage can disturb his deep enlightennt.
Even if a Golden Core expert dared to appear, they would be suspected of overstepping.
After watching for a while, the Peak Lord, the Sect Leader, and Li Qinghou all departed.
The North Bank disciples watched, sighing. Their main speculation was about why the Hall was summoned, and... they wondered to what extent Yan Xiaobao would maintain his profound enlightennt.
"He took five attempts to succeed. I bet he, like Brother Ghostfang, will last only twenty percent. At most five or six days."
"I bet he'll last over seven days!"
Countless cold snorts could be heard among the crowd. The North Bank had many disciples, none of whom forgot Bai being regarded as their arch-enemy. Although they were impressed by his strength, many still harbored hostility. There were also many who envied him.
Ti flew by. Three days later, Yan Xiaobao still hadn't stirred. However, the significant energy he expended in striving for enlightennt was slowly recovering.
Moreover, now that he had entered profound enlightennt, his aura disappeared, as if his soul had left his body, rging with the heavens, the earth, and the void itself.
During that ti, the blankness in his closed eyes spread throughout his entire being. He had no concept of ti, not knowing how long he had been in this state. He only knew the image of the scale. The statue before him almost seed alive, brimming with a savage aura, as if dragging him into the world within the right claw's grasp.
It was almost as if the void really was torn apart, and his consciousness was being sucked into an illusory world through the rift. His mind was completely blank. He forgot who he was or why he was here. He only knew the illusory world around him.
He saw a colossal creature, so massive it defied description. It was so enormous that Yan Xiaobao felt like he was just a scale.
Shockingly, the creature was the giant crocodile beast that ford the statue on the North Bank.
It lived in this illusory world, looking up at the sky, gazing into the heavens, staring at a seemingly formless figure, perhaps sothing nonexistent. Suddenly, it reached upward and clawed at sothing.
A thunderous sound echoed from all directions. Yan Xiaobao watched indifferently as the claw tore a hole in the sky. The rumbling sound filled the heavens, and all Yan Xiaobao could think about was that hand.
In fact, if Yan Xiaobao could rember who he was, he would imdiately realize that claw-like hand... was very similar to the claw hand that Ghostfang could release at night with his ghostly powers.
While Yan Xiaobao was in the middle of the illusory world, ti flew by outside. The elapsed ti far exceeded the five or six days many disciples had assud. Ten days had passed.
More North Bank disciples gathered around the trial platform daily to watch Bai Xiaochun. So disciples from the Inner Sect even chose to ditate in the area.
Beihan Lie and another Chosen were also present.
They watched as Yan Xiaobao's profound enlightennt continued for ten days, their eyes filled with complex emotions. While Inner Sect disciples sat quietly, the Outer Sect disciples were in an uproar.
"I can't believe it's been ten days already!"
"Yes, but I really doubt he can last twenty-seven days like Brother Ghostfang!"
As ti passed, discussions among the Outer Sect disciples continued. Eleven days, twelve days, thirteen days... Finally, the twentieth day arrived!
By this point, the North Bank was completely shaken. All Outer Sect disciples were astonished and closely watched to see... if Yan Xiaobao could surpass Ghostfang's twenty-seven-day record.
"Impossible!!"
"He spent five tis longer than Brother Ghostfang to enter profound enlightennt. His potential talent is clearly not comparable. There's absolutely no way he can surpass the record!"
Such words were common among the disciples. Even many Inner Sect disciples felt the sa way. Gradually, the twenty-second day arrived, then the twenty-fifth day ca. By then, voices were silenced, and shock began to fill everyone's hearts present.
On the night of the twenty-sixth day, a newcor appeared in mid-air above the trial platform, a young man in a black robe.
It was none other than Ghostfang himself!
He had been ditating in preparation for the Foundation, but upon receiving news from a fellow disciple about Yan Xiaobao's situation, he appeared.
Yan Xiaobao was the only disciple in the Spiritual Flow Sect who could catch his attention. Once he appeared above the trial platform, countless Inner and Outer Sect disciples looked up with clear, respectful expressions and even a hint of fear. They greeted him one after another.
"Greetings, Elder Ghostfang."
Even Beihan Lie and another Chosen did the sa. To the echoing responses, Ghostfang seed not to hear them. His entire focus was on Yan Xiaobao, his eyes shining with a peculiar light.
"I began by observing the beast's sharp claw. After the image ford in my mind, I entered profound enlightennt and found myself in an illusory world. I was lost in the claw of the ancient beast's heaven-shaking, earth-moving scene, finding it hard to co out. Upon completing my profound enlightennt, I didn't see if the ancient beast had changed in any way.
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