Fan Lang gradually began to stand out, revealing his extraordinary qualities.
People's opinions of him were changing, but he himself had not changed. He still did as he pleased.
He fully circulated the Jade Emperor True Art, madly devouring Cosmic Spiritual Energy. The surrounding formation was affected, spinning with a whooshing sound like windmills buffeted by a gale.
As cultivation progressed, corresponding Exam Points were awarded. The faster one's cultivation speed, the faster their Exam Points increased.
The Exam Points on Fan Lang's Identity Card rose rapidly, an extremely gratifying sight.
The Chief Examiner oversaw the Examination Hall, spending most of his time watching Fan Lang and scarcely caring about the other examinees. He looked at Fan Lang as though he were an uncut piece of natural jade.
Suddenly, his light spirit stirred. Someone was contacting him through it.
A light spirit had many functions and could serve as a means of communication. Most people in the universe relied on it to contact one another.
Using a light spirit for long-distance communication was extremely convenient. Transmitting text and sound was child's play; one could even send their consciousness into an illusion, where they could converse face-to-face through three-dimensional projections.
The Chief Examiner picked up his light spirit and sensed it briefly. Upon discovering that an important figure was contacting him, he hurriedly split off a strand of consciousness and immersed it in the light spirit, arriving in an illusion.
The concept here was similar to the Illusory Battlefield, except it was a place for conversation rather than combat.
The scenery was beautiful, even more beautiful than reality. Every flower and blade of grass had been meticulously designed, and every angle brimmed with artistic beauty.
Across from him stood a stone table and stone chairs. Someone sat atop the stone table,