Panwu Trial Tower.
At this moment, Xia Ping entered it, utterly unaware of the turmoil raging outside.
"Is this the Trial Space?"
He glanced around and found himself in a peculiar space. Everything around him was white, stretching endlessly into the distance; he could not see the boundaries of this space at all.
"Trial begins."
At that moment, a mechanical voice sounded.
Before Xia Ping could react, waves of terrifying sound erupted through the space. Like a tsunami, wave after wave crashed forth, continuously piling atop one another.
They even contained a dreadful force of mental impact that directly attacked living beings' souls, disregarding all bodily defenses.
Moreover, this spiritual force had nearly condensed into substance, visible to the naked eye. Like ripples, it shook the space itself, and even the ground was blasted open with crack after crack by the impacts—a terrifying sight.
"What formidable divine sense."
A chill flashed through Xia Ping's eyes. He stood where he was and circulated his cultivation technique, like a reef battered by raging waves. No matter how violently the tides surged, he remained unmoving, as though he had stood there since time immemorial.
All those mental impacts slammed into his soul, yet the World Tree effortlessly blocked them. Its branches swayed lightly, shattering every mental impact.
It stood deep within his soul like a towering tree rooted in the earth. No matter how savage and violent the storm, it remained completely unscathed.
Although he looked calm now, as if nothing had happened, the truth was that an ordinary Golden Core Realm True Person would be knocked unconscious by such mental impacts in an instant and directly eliminated.
In severe cases, they would be shaken to death outright, their souls utterly destroyed.
Even talented individuals whose soul power was not strong enough would