Fourth Floor of the Trial Tower.
Relying on the power of the True Explanation of Illusion Arts, Xia Ping had hidden in this abyssal battlefield for a full hour. Though he had been discovered several times along the way, he had still escaped each time without any real danger.
With a beep, the Trial Tower's voice rang out: "Survival trial of the fourth floor of the Trial Tower cleared. Trial-taker Wu Wudi has passed and is permitted to proceed to the fifth floor of the Trial Tower."
"I finally passed."
Xia Ping let out a long breath. At that moment, the illusion of the surrounding abyssal world shattered like glass, cracking apart inch by inch. He, too, instantly appeared in an ordinary training hall.
It was a plain training hall, empty of people, with all manner of weapons arranged around its perimeter.
"Is this the fifth floor of the Trial Tower? What kind of trial will it be?"
Xia Ping was exceedingly curious. The first four floors had each been incomparably difficult, and every one had tested something different.
The first floor of the Trial Tower tested the soul. If one's soul power was not strong enough, it would be crushed in an instant.
The second floor tested defense. If one's defensive power was insufficient, one would likely be pierced through by Sword Qi and left without even bones behind.
The third floor tested magical power. An endless tide of beasts surged forth, and every single vicious beast was exceptionally powerful. While none exceeded the trial-taker's own realm of strength, there were simply far too many of them.
If a trial-taker's magical power was not sufficiently vast, far surpassing that of ordinary people, then even if they could hold out for a while, they would sooner or later be trampled