God Kings continued to emerge from the assessment palace.
Many left in disappointment.
It was not that they lacked talent. To enter the Dao Beginning Heavenly Mansion, a God King had to be among the most outstanding of his level—the very best.
As the third year of the assessment drew to a close, the examiner's ethereal voice sounded again:
"One day remains for creating your techniques. All candidates, prepare yourselves. In one day, you will be forced to fight an opponent simulated by the formation."
Zhou He, who had been cultivating outside with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
"I wonder if Big Brother has created a Divine Art. If he hasn't created one strong enough, there's no point in continuing."
The God Kings simulated by the assessment formation had weak defenses. As long as a candidate could shatter an opponent, he could win.
But within the assessment space, candidates could use only techniques they had created themselves, not any others.
That meant Big Brother could use neither his Dao Domain nor Karmic Fire.
"From the look on your face, that white-haired big brother of yours doesn't stand a chance of passing. What a useless fool."
That hateful, shrill voice rang out again.
Zhou He glared at Qingyun Taiyi.
"Can't you get lost? You're a God King Realm expert, yet you hop around like an uncivilized savage. Aren't you tired of being annoying?"
"Haha! I'll do as I please."
Seeing Zhou He lose his temper made Qingyun Taiyi even happier, despite having been insulted.
He had accomplished what he wanted: making Zhou He miserable.
What right did this lowly human, who had no sense of his own limits, have to challenge him?
A useless fool should know his place.
Qingyun Taiyi glanced toward the cliff wall and smiled.
"Your big