Su Bai withdrew his attention from Yun Jianming.
His Spiritual Sense swept across the other bizarre and fantastical mindscape worlds within the trial space, some similar, others entirely different.
He saw that when faced with the things they feared most and least wished to confront, even Nascent Soul cultivators who had cultivated for thousands of years, whose wills had long been tempered into iron and stone, revealed the most fragile side of human nature.
Some faced the betrayal of their Dao companions and the destruction of their sects within the illusion. Their Dao hearts collapsed, and they wept bitter tears.
Some encountered countless failed versions of themselves conjured by heart demons, who mocked and besieged them. They were thrown into disarray, nearly driven mad.
Some immersed themselves in irretrievable regrets and remorse, sinking so deeply they could not rise again, their Dao flames dimming.
Before this trial that struck directly at the soul's weakest point, the Dao hearts of the overwhelming majority of cultivators wavered unstably.
They might ultimately manage to steady their minds and find a sliver of opportunity to break free.
But the process was often utterly bedraggled, riddled with flaws.
Su Bai watched coldly, judging them in his heart.
With performances like these, even if they were by chance to obtain a Law Treasure in the future and touch the threshold of Spirit Transformation,
their chances of surviving the incomparably perilous Spirit Transformation Heart Demon Tribulation, which targeted one's true heart directly, would likely be less than one in ten—perhaps even less than one in a hundred.
Such people were by no means ideal recipients.
Yet neither had he failed to find gold amid the sand.
His divine awareness keenly caught sight of several Nascent Soul cultivators who, even under such harsh mindscape torment, could swiftly stabilize