Unfazed in the slightest, Vinina followed Bushela straight ahead for over a thousand kilometers before finally stopping within the vast hall.
"Teacher!"
Bushela bowed respectfully, his voice echoing through the immense hall. Vinina raised her head slightly, and the scene before her came into view.
It was a massive throne carved with countless intricate, obscene statues.
Curled atop the throne was a stunning woman with long purple hair, purple eyes, and a fluffy purple tail. When her purple eyes looked down upon Vinina, the very world around them seemed to sink into an atmosphere of decadence.
An illusion descended.
Iron and blood!
Countless sounds of slaughter!
Vinina looked around and found herself on an ancient battlefield. Blood-soaked scenes filled her vision as countless alien races charged toward her with weapons in hand!
"An illusion?"
Vinina murmured softly.
Clearly, this was also a test. However, an illusion of this level was nothing to Vinina, who had long been tempered by battle intent. She merely fixed her gaze ahead, and the bloody scenes of slaughter instantly shattered, revealing the vast hall once more as the decadent aura swept over her again.
"Not bad."
The beautiful woman's gentle voice rang out from the enormous throne atop the distant platform. "Little Purple Jade really picked up a bargain. Your temperament is quite steadfast, though you are somewhat bloodthirsty."
"Thank you for your praise, Ancestor."
Vinina bowed.
Bloodthirsty?
That could not be helped.
Every time she tempered and refined her battle intent, Vinina had to immerse herself within it, enduring the cleansing of its martial aura at all times. On top of that, after inheriting the Fallen Rider legacy, she constantly had to suppress the urge to test herself at the brink between life and death.
It would be strange if she were not bloodthirsty.