Tomb Ship.
"You do not qualify."
A hall shrouded in a faint white mist.
Duan Donghe's icy voice echoed through the hall.
Lord Lihai, who had just emerged from the cube-like device used for the first round of screening, changed expression. The other experts' hearts trembled as well.
"Lord Duan Donghe..." Lord Lihai grew anxious.
"Shut up!" Duan Donghe barked.
"Next!" Duan Donghe pointed at Lord Liujiu.
Lord Liujiu hesitated briefly before walking toward the cube-like device.
"Liujiu, be careful." Lord Yan Ju could not help saying. He then asked Lord Lihai, "Lord Lihai, what exactly is inside?"
Lord Lihai, who had just lost his qualifications, shot him a gloomy look. How could he possibly be in the mood to explain? He wished all these people would fail. He was filled with disappointment, rage, and misery. Why? Why didn't I qualify? Lord Lu Chong succeeded just now. Damn it! Damn Duan Donghe! This was an opportunity for their Skeleton Race. Lord Lihai truly did not want to give up.
But Duan Donghe had no intention of explaining anything to him.
One expert after another was called by Duan Donghe into the cube-like device, with varying results.
Lord Liujiu, qualified!
Lord Yan Ju, unqualified!
Lord Ying'ai, qualified!
Lord Wuliang, qualified!
Lord Jinfang, qualified!
Lord Lihai, unqualified!
Lord Chilü, unqualified!
"You, go in." Duan Donghe pointed at Wang Yi last.
Everyone else focused their gazes on him, secretly praying that this human would fail to meet Duan Donghe's requirements and be eliminated.
After all, they knew very well that when selecting an inheritor, one generally valued factors such as rate of progress and comprehension. One had cultivated for only a dozen or so eras, while the other had cultivated for nearly three Reincarnation Eras, yet their achievements were almost the same.