Song Ci knew that the person he needed to deal with was not Jia Wei.
According to Jia Wei.
Today, the Grand Elder would be waiting for the trial-takers in the latter half of Red Lake.
This so-called "latter half" should only be reachable by him—
He stepped onto Red Lake and glanced around.
The other six finalists had only walked a little over a hundred steps before their footing began to falter, as if walking on thin ice.
These people had never truly believed in the light. The spiritual Power of Faith contained within the waters of Red Lake rejected these "non-believers," so every step became increasingly difficult.
Seeing this, Song Ci became even more certain of his earlier thoughts.
He was different from these people.
He was an Apostle of Light, a representative personally chosen by the God of Light's Throne. If even he could not see the "light," then who could possibly cross Red Lake?
He walked slowly, but steadily.
With every step, Song Ci could feel Red Lake welcoming him.
Glittering ripples guided the path to the end.
Soon, he arrived at Lake Center, the place where Jia Wei had long sat in meditation. Before him lay the dense fog shrouding Lake Center—
Ironically.
This Apostle of Light stood at the dividing line of Lake Center, yet when he looked ahead, he could see nothing.
The fog in his heart was so thick that it nearly swallowed his vision.
The reason was simple. Although he was an Apostle of Light, his heart did not belong to the light.
Never once in his life had he truly believed in the God of Light.
"Song Ci really is the fastest."
Luo Yu sighed softly. "The others are far too slow... They probably won't even make it