Zeng Anmin was somewhat dumbfounded as well.
"A thousand people entering the same illusion array?"
It was the first time he had ever heard of such an experience.
He swept his gaze around.
Every Confucian Cultivator disciple wore a baffled expression.
Though they were scholars from the provinces, they were also the cream of the crop in their respective regions, no worse than some geniuses in the capital.
Yet ever since taking part in the imperial examinations, they had always entered illusion arrays alone. When had there ever been anything like this?
However, they were given no time to think further.
Zeng Shilin, standing on the high platform, rose to his feet with an expressionless face.
He looked calmly at the scholars. Golden light flickered around him, and his voice, like a great bell, drifted into every scholar's ears:
"All those gathered here today are heroes of our Confucian Path."
"This duke has specially selected the most suitable examination question for you."
After saying that, he slowly waved his hand. A phoenix cry rang out from the distant horizon, accompanied by a Dragon's Roar that shook their hearts.
Everyone stared blankly at him.
Even Zeng Anmin was somewhat bewildered.
He had no idea what his father was trying to do.
"The topic of this examination is titled: Sages Descend Upon the Demon Mountain."
"As before, once you enter the illusion array, your memories concerning the examination will be sealed away."
"Everything will depend on your own choices."
"Roar!!"
The golden phoenix and golden dragon slowly rose into the air.
Specks of starlight scattered from them.
The thousand-odd examinees felt their bodies lift uncontrollably into the sky.
"Do not struggle. This duke will send you into the field."
Those were the last words everyone heard.
Then darkness fell before all