Afterward, a core elder beside the High Priest swept out his arm, and a viewing platform appeared in the plaza.
The platform stood about five zhang high and roughly a hundred zhang long, with dozens of gleaming golden seats arranged neatly atop it.
Then the High Priest, the Fourth Priest, and the core elders slowly descended onto the platform and took their seats.
Rustle!
The crowd retreated one after another, immediately clearing out a vast area around the platform.
The High Priest sat upright in the central seat, his ancient and profound gaze sweeping across the hundreds of millions of Witch Tribe members in the plaza.
After a moment, the High Priest announced in a resonant voice, "The Young Priest selection within our tribe officially begins today. It will consist of three trials. Those who pass all three shall become Young Priests. If several people pass all three trials, their combat strength shall determine the final result."
The entire plaza fell silent. As everyone listened to the High Priest's words, the fighting spirit in their hearts surged.
Three trials!
How difficult would they be?
Since the assessment contents of every Young Priest selection differed, no one knew what these three trials would be.
"Enough. This old man will say no more. We shall now begin the first trial!"
The High Priest spoke calmly, then swept his sleeve forward. In an instant, a small tower shot forth and flew above the center of the plaza.
The small tower was grayish-white and had only three levels. Yet it was rather strange: its top had no spire and was completely flat, making the whole tower resemble a pillar.
The next moment, beneath countless gazes, the small tower grew with the wind. Within a single breath, it expanded a thousandfold, becoming a colossal tower