The light group on the third high platform has not changed and is still floating quietly.
The voice sounded again, "The third forging, forging the heart."
Ye Wudao waited for the next step, but the voice did not continue.
He waited for so long that he almost thought the sound had ended.
Then he heard an extremely familiar footsteps coming from behind.
He turned back sharply.
Wang Jian stood twenty steps behind him, holding a long sword in his hand, with an expression on his face that he had never seen before.
That expression was not anger or murderous intent, but an extremely calm determination.
"Sect Master?"
Ye Wudao called out subconsciously.
Wang Jian looked at him and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, as if coming from a far away place. "Wudao, you should go back."
"Where to go back?"
"Go back to where you belong."
Wang Jian raised the long sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Ye Wudao's chest.
His eyes were abnormally calm, with no hesitation, no reluctance, and no emotional fluctuations belonging to the person "Wang Jian".
Ye Wudao's heart suddenly tightened.
He understands.
The opponent of the third forging is not any enemy that can be defeated, but someone he cannot attack.
If he doesn't resist, he will die by this sword.
Myriad Worlds Academy's third forging forced him into an unsolvable situation: if he fights, he will be ungrateful; if he dies, all the journey ahead will be in vain.
Ye Wudao stood there, watching the long sword in Wang Jian's hand slowly rise, the sword's edge glowing coldly in the dim light.
He was silent for a long time.
Then he spoke, his voice was low but unusually calm. "Myriad Worlds Academy, you are forcing me to do a question."
"The question is, if my closest relatives are on the opposite side of me, what should I choose?"
"There is no correct answer to this question."
"But..."
Ye Wudao raised his head, looked directly into the empty eyes of "Wang Jian", and said word by word:
"The sect master won't let me choose."
"If he ever has to draw his sword on me, he will cut off his own wrist before I can fight back."
"You can replicate his look and voice, but you don't know what kind of person he is."
He still vaguely remembers that Wang Jian once told Ye Anyuan that Ye Wudao is the future of the Azure Sect.
Not a disciple, not a successor, but the future.
How could a person who regarded him as the "future" stand opposite him?
The figure of "Wang Jian" began to shake in the sound of Ye Wudao.
The tip of the sword was still pointed at him, but the hand holding the sword was trembling.
The sword fell to the ground.
The figure of "Wang Jian" slowly dissipated and turned into a ball of warm golden light, gently falling on the shoulders of Ye Wudao.
The voice sounded for the last time, this time with an irrepressible and faint smile:
"The third forging, pass."
"Technique Forging Pavilion, clear the level."
Ye Wudao stood there, taking a deep breath and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
There is no real battle in the third forging, but the sense of mental oppression is heavier than the first two forgings combined.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm. After passing the level, a warm golden line spread along the palm print and merged with the marks from the previous levels.
This third forging is actually a bit similar to the Beginner Pavilion's Questioning Heart.
However, in the Beginner Pavilion it is just the environment, and in this level there is a real person standing in front of him.
He could even feel Wang Jian's breathing and heartbeat, which was exactly the same as facing the real "Wang Jian".
This is a kind of actual real oppression, rather than mental oppression brought about by illusion.
If he didn't know Wang Jian's character, he would have thought that Myriad Worlds Academy brought the real Wang Jian in.
Even so, he also suffered tremendous pressure when facing the fake Wang Jian.
He pushed open the door of the Technique Forging Pavilion and stepped onto the stone steps leading to the fifth attic.
On the wooden sign at the door of the fifth attic, there were two words engraved on it that made him slightly stunned. "Ask."
At the top of the mountain, the man in green robe was sitting in the main hall, half a cup of tea resting on his lips, and he didn't put it down for a long time.
"Heart, wisdom, enlightenment, and skill, it's quite expected that he can pass these four levels."
"As for the next two levels, asking and standing, it's not that easy!"
He took a sip of tea, his eyes full of doubts.
"These two levels cannot be passed by relying on understanding and hard work."
"Little guy, are your bones deep enough?"
Ye Wudao stood in front of the Dao Inquiry Pavilion's door, frowning slightly.
This fifth attic gave him a different feeling.
Dao Inquiry Pavilion!
Not Wudao Pavilion!
Before coming, he had understood ten thousand Great Dao Power through Myriad Dao Bell.
If it was enlightenment, then he would simply have closed his eyes.
Except for the other six types of Origin Great Dao, he has almost understood all the Great Dao Power in the world.
And this Dao Inquiry Pavilion, he felt a bit extraordinary.
This attic should not be as simple as understanding Great Dao Power.
He took a deep breath outside the door and pushed open the door of the fifth Dao Inquiry Pavilion.
When the door shaft turned, it made an obscure "creak" sound, as if no one had touched the door for a long time.
The light inside the door is a little dark, and the smell of aged wood hits you. It's not pungent, but it has a calming feeling that makes people feel at ease.
He stood at the door and adjusted to the change in light. Inside the door was a stone room that was not too big. The walls were all made of rough bluestone without any extra decoration.
In the center of the stone room, there was an old man sitting.
The old man was wearing a gray cloth robe, his hair was gray, and his face was full of wrinkles.
He sat behind a low table. There were no books, no tea, no weapons, and only an oil lamp on the table.
Ye Wudao walked into the stone room. The old man raised his eyes and looked at him, then lowered his head again.
That glance was neither light nor heavy, nor did it mean to examine or welcome. It was more like a person who had been sitting in the house all year round and occasionally looked up at the passers-by outside the window.
"Come and sit." The old man said, his voice a little hoarse.
Ye Wudao sat down cross-legged opposite him.
The low table was not big, and the distance between the two people was only about one meter, with the oil lamp in between.
The dim firelight shone on their faces, and they were the center of the room.
The old man did not introduce himself or explain the rules.
He just looked at the oil lamp for a long time, and then he slowly said, "You have the aura of Myriad Dao Bell on your body. You activated Myriad Worlds Academy through Myriad Dao Bell. Let's get straight to the point."
Ye Wudao There was no surprise. In the previous levels, the examiner seemed to know all his details.
He nodded and said softly, "Okay!"
The old man said "Hmm", then stretched out a skinny finger, pointed at the flame of the oil lamp, and said, "Tell me what fire is."
Ye Wudao was slightly startled, this question is too simple.
What fire is, anyone who has practiced the Five Elements can tell you one, two or three.
He subconsciously felt that this might be a trap. The previous levels made him develop the habit of "the simpler the problem seems, the less likely it is to be taken lightly."
But the old man just pointed at the flame and waited quietly without any unnecessary expression.
He thought for a while and answered truthfully, "Fire is a form of energy release. It is the light and heat produced during the violent oxidation process of matter. From a spiritual point of view, the fire path is one of the five elements, representing burning, rising, refining and light. Fire can burn everything, and it can also warm all things. Its essence is a power of transformation."
After listening, the old man nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Well said, very standard. Anyone else would say this."
The finger he extended did not retract, but lightly twisted the wick.
The flame separated from the wick and floated between the two people, still maintaining the same shape and brightness.
The old man looked at the suspended fire, and his voice was still unhurried. "Then let me ask you another question. What do you think this fire is thinking about now?"