Was this the trial for a True Lord's inheritance?
After Luo Chen finished reading the questions left on the Jade Slip—or rather, what Heaven Refining Devil Monarch had theorized—a tempest raged in his heart.
To "mature" cultivators like them, it was common knowledge carved in stone that without a Spirit Root, one could not cultivate. Only those who possessed a Spirit Root—even someone with the worst Five Spirit Roots—could set foot upon the Great Dao of cultivation.
Yet someone was now claiming that the power of pills could open the Separation Between Immortals and Mortals and help those without Spirit Roots absorb the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth. How could Luo Chen not be shocked by such a flagrant violation of common sense?
"This is simply too inconceivable."
Luo Chen shook his head and was about to put down the Jade Slip.
Just then, an abstruse and mysterious feeling surfaced in his mind.
Luo Chen's expression shifted slightly. "If I can't refine this pill, I won't pass the first trial?"
That was the information conveyed by the Jade Slip.
For a moment, Luo Chen's outstretched hand hung suspended in midair.
He had to complete this hypothesis and refine the corresponding pill before he could pass the trial.
And this was only the first trial?
Luo Chen slowly lowered the Jade Slip and swept his gaze across the study. The bookshelves piled high with Bamboo Slips and the books recording countless detailed facts about medicinal materials were the supplementary teaching materials Heaven Refining Devil Monarch had left for the examinee.
Even the Medicine Room and Pill Room beside it could be counted as part of the examination grounds.
The preparations were certainly thorough.
But could that kind of pill really be refined?
He slowly left the study and arrived outside