Outside the Vajra Platform, everyone watched with rapt attention.
The instant Chen Qing opened his eyes, the scene around him changed once more.
Above the stone platform, eight stone pillars trembled at once. The Guardian Vajras carved upon them blazed with golden light from their eyes, casting down eight condensed beams that converged thirty feet before Chen Qing.
The beams intertwined, gradually gathering into dozens of blurry humanoid outlines.
The outlines swiftly solidified into eighteen puppets, each dark gold all over and roughly eight feet tall.
These puppets had no faces, yet a pale golden glow of Qi and Blood circulated over their bodies. Their muscles knotted like cast refined iron, every inch of skin exuding a heavy, solid presence.
As they stood with both feet planted on the ground, the stone platform actually sank slightly beneath them, emitting a deep hum.
"These are... Vajra Puppets!"
A Martial Monk cried out in a low voice.
The eighteen puppets formed a circle, enclosing Chen Qing at its center.
Though they released no aura, the immense pressure originating from their Physical Body Strength spread as tangibly as substance, making even the spectators outside the Vajra Platform feel their breathing hitch.
"The third trial: the 'Vajra Formation.'"
Elder Jingming's white brows stirred as he said slowly, "This trial still tests one's physical foundation. However, these Vajra Puppets are formed by the Vajra Platform's grand formation, using the entrant's Qi and Blood as their source. Each possesses a body-tempering cultivation equal to that of the entrant."
"Eighteen of them... That means the Physical Body Strength of eighteen Chen Qings?!" Someone sucked in a cold breath.
An ordinary expert who could fight two or three opponents of the same realm alone was already considered formidable. Yet now, eighteen puppets with equal body-tempering cultivation were joining