As for those who had been eliminated, they had all left.
The thirty-five remaining people arrived before the stone stele and began to study it.
The stele bore some paintings and text, seemingly describing a Nameless Sword Skill.
As Lu Xuanji looked at the stele, he found it profoundly mysterious, as though it contained great profundities and vast secrets.
Yet when he examined it closely, he could make neither head nor tail of it.
After staring at it for the time it took to burn an incense stick, he felt nothing and comprehended nothing.
He looked at the other cultivators. They too were at a loss.
As though she had expected this, Long Xuan said, "Fellow Daoists, do you feel that you cannot understand it, that you have gained no comprehension? Then you are right. This sword stele was discovered by my Young Miss in a secret realm. It contains a supreme sword skill, but it is exceedingly difficult to comprehend."
"My Young Miss spent an entire sixty-year cycle comprehending it before gaining only a little."
"If any cultivator gains even a slight comprehension before the age of one hundred, they may come here to receive a reward from my Young Miss."
Many cultivators refused to accept this and continued their contemplation.
Lu Xuanji was unwilling to accept it as well, so he continued studying it.
Time passed bit by bit. Three days went by, yet there was still no result whatsoever.
"Fellow Daoists, it is perfectly normal that you cannot comprehend it. Let us proceed to the third trial," Long Xuan said, taking the situation as a matter of course.
In the early stages of cultivation, one relied on resources. As long as enough resources were poured in, even a pig could become Zhu Bajie. But in the later