Those new disciples who could enter an immortal academy were all blessed with decent innate talent. Though Wu Fan seemed utterly ordinary compared to Wang Qi, among those seekers of immortality who could not enter the ten great immortal academies and could only attend lectures at halls established by the Immortal Alliance's branch altars, Wu Fan could still be considered outstanding. By now, the school term had already begun several months ago. More than half the disciples had long since broken through the Heavenly Gate, while most of those lagging behind were only one step from the threshold. As the disciples' cultivation rose, food and water were no longer so indispensable, so this written examination lasted from morning until afternoon.
Moreover, since the Illusion Technique blocked the five senses, there was no need to worry about cheating or whispering in the "examination hall." Precisely because of this, the immortal academy did not require everyone to hand in their papers at the same time. Once one finished the questions, the illusion would dissolve on its own. Those who worked faster had walked out of the white-light-covered area by noon.
Wu Fan finished the questions and walked out of the area shrouded by the bronze mirror. The sun was sinking westward, and the summer heat was gradually fading. Looking at the scattered onlookers around the drill ground, Wu Fan gave a bitter laugh. It was now nearing the final time limit for the written examination, and the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm had begun counting down before him. Seeing the incense thread in the illusion nearly burn out, Wu Fan did not dare delay. He could only give up on the final question he could not understand and signal that he had finished.
He heard footsteps behind him. Thinking that someone had actually