Valley.
As Lin Qiye's chant began, strands of deep crimson magical light rose from the patterns on the ground and gathered in the sky, gradually forming a black sun hundreds of meters across, hanging beneath the heavens.
A world-destroying magical aura radiated from the black sun. The once-bright sky visibly dimmed.
A scorching breeze swept across the island, and flocks of birds flapped into the sky as though they feared something.
The commanders watching near the valley twitched at the corners of their mouths.
"Summoning magic, Night Origin, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, a divine realm capable of countering Forbidden Ruins, a longsword that ignores distance, and now he's made a black sun... Just how many trump cards does this kid have?"
Wang Qing gazed at Lin Qiye beneath the black sun, his robes billowing in the wind, and could not help speaking.
"Great karma is tied to him, so naturally he lacks no opportunities." Gongyang Wan watched Lin Qiye with her beautiful eyes and spoke lightly. "But no matter how much he relies on external things, they are merely icing on the cake. In the end, he still has to return to that path..."
"So, shouldn't we stop him?" Wang Qing pointed beneath her feet. "If we really let him fight without restraint, this whole island might suffer. It's just a preliminary training assessment. There's no need to take it this far, is there?"
"No need."
Nie Jinshan slowly rose to his feet, his upright figure like a sturdy pine in the wind. He spoke calmly, "Let him continue. With me here, this island will not be destroyed."
Nie Jinshan took a single step, and in the next instant, he appeared in the center of the valley. He reached into the air and clenched his hand. The summit of a distant mountain exploded