Those four enormous characters were saturated with a rhythm that suppressed everything and brought all things to ruin.
This place was, after all, merely an examination ground, a place nonexistent in reality that he had tested out using everything he had learned in his life, with the Great Dream True Scripture, the Void Scripture, and more, all founded upon the Thinking Art.
Strictly speaking, everything that existed here was rooted in the knowledge and experience of all the examinees, as well as Qin Yang himself.
The more people there were, the more realistic it naturally became. Yet at its root, none of this was real.
Qin Yang knew this very clearly.
Even during an examination, he had never regarded the events that occurred within it, or the things that might manifest, as real.
The so-called examination was merely a reference through which they deeply excavated the talents of all the students and tested matters such as their temperament and character.
Naturally, the thing he saw now was also fake. What it could display was not this thing's original power at all. The only certainty was its spiritual bearing—this alone could not be faked.
And now, Qin Yang had sensed the spiritual bearing of authority upon this colossal gate.
There was no aura of authority, yet there was the spiritual bearing of authority.
Then there was only one possibility: he had never seen this authority, never felt its power, and never sensed its aura.
None of the people taking the examination had ever come into contact with it either.
Without any reference, even if such an enormous server had been constructed, it would have been impossible to create this thing out of thin air.
Only its spiritual bearing had originally existed within him, allowing it to manifest here.
After this colossal