Jiang Ping An sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his Soul Power with all his might as he analyzed the ten incomplete Divine Arts.
As he began creating a Divine Art, the other God Kings also started the trial.
"These Divine Arts are so badly damaged that not one can be used as it is. How are we supposed to create anything from them?"
"Give me three hundred years, and I might be able to create a Divine Art of the same rank. With only three years, it's impossible."
"Sigh. I knew this trial would be hard, but I never expected it to be this hard."
"Forget it. I'm out."
Some God Kings had held out hope, believing the trial could not be that difficult.
But when they saw the ten incomplete Divine Arts they had been given, they gave up completely.
The Divine Arts were high-level and badly damaged. Recombining them into a usable Divine Art would be extremely difficult.
One after another, God Kings chose to give up and withdrew from the trial.
Even so, a great many God Kings remained.
If there was one thing the world never lacked, it was geniuses.
Countless geniuses were born every day, and the peerless talents accumulated over the long years were beyond counting.
The God Kings' fingers danced rapidly through the air, rearranging the Divine Runes and testing how they might work together.
Zhou He stood there anxiously, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the squares of light on the cliff wall.
"Big brother doesn't seem to know how to create Divine Arts."
The other God Kings were building Divine Runes with their fingers and trying different combinations, while his big brother, Jiang Ping An, sat there without making a move,
as though he had no idea where to