The scene inside the door made Ye Wudao slightly startled.
He was originally prepared to face some kind of huge test, and this was already the penultimate level.
He thought that there would be strong opponents in this Momentum Pavilion, waiting for him to challenge.
Moreover, the name Momentum Pavilion sounds like someone who wants to fight.
Stand up, stand up, maintain your momentum, this is the literal meaning that he understands.
But inside the Momentum Pavilion is just a very ordinary room, not big, square, with clean lime surfaces on all four walls, green bricks on the floor, a wooden table in the corner, and a black stone on the table.
The stone is not big, about the size of a fist, has an irregular shape and a rough surface.
If this wasn't Myriad Worlds Academy, he might even have thought that this stone was picked up from some nook and cranny.
Apart from that there is nothing.
There is no examiner, no sound, and no prompts.
Ye Wudao stood at the door and waited for a while to confirm that there was no sound.
He frowned and stepped in.
He walked around the wooden table and looked at the black stone carefully.
This black stone is something in this room that seems to be related to a level.
The stone does not have any spiritual power fluctuations, nor does it have any mark of the great road. It does not look like a mechanism or a treasure, it is just an ordinary stone that cannot be more ordinary.
He reached out and touched it.
The moment his fingertips touched the surface of the stone, his hand stopped.
It wasn't that he was blocked, but that he stopped on his own initiative because he felt something from the stone.
There seemed to be an extremely weak rhythm inside the stone, like some kind of creature breathing slowly.
Ye Wudao took back his hand, straightened up, and looked around.
This room doesn't give any clues, and it seems that the only thing that can be done is to deal with this stone.
He stretched out his hand again, and this time without hesitation, he picked up the entire stone.
The stone is slightly cool to the touch and is much heavier than it looks, a bit like gold of the same volume.
He tried to use Way of Refining to sense the material of the stone, and found that the structure of this thing was extremely exquisite, like a certain material that had been infinitely compressed layer by layer. It didn't feel like a natural eating stone, but more like an artifact made from a refining tool.
He actually couldn't tell which category of the five elements it belonged to.
This is the first time this has happened since I learned about Way of Refining.
Way of Refining can refine all things in the world, so after understanding Way of Refining, as long as he touches the material, he can sense the corresponding five elements attributes, and then he can separate the essence of the material.
At this moment, a voice came from all directions in the room.
"Momentum Pavilion has only one assessment, leaving your mark on the stone."
Ye Wudao held the stone and waited for a while.
The voice did not continue, did not explain what the "mark" meant, did not explain how to leave it, what method to use, and did not even mention the rules.
He looked down at the black stone in his hand and decided to try the simplest method first.
He scratched hard on the surface of the stone with his fingernails.
Divine Transformation Realm's physical body is blessed by Flesh Puppet, and his nails are harder than Immortal Artifact. Even a piece of Immortal Artifact-level Mysterious Iron can scratch out marks.
But the moment the fingernail scratched the stone, not even a white mark was left on the surface of the stone.
He increased his strength, clasping the stone with his five fingers, pouring spiritual power into it, trying to use brute force to create a crack on the surface.
The stone didn't move at all.
He used 70% of his strength, then increased it to 90%, but the stone still didn't react at all.
It was as if his power was silently absorbed by something, without being transmitted to the inside of the stone at all.
"Where is Way of Refining?"
Ye Wudao lit up Golden Flame in the palm of his hand, wrapping the stone in the light of Way of Refining.
He tried to refine this stone, which is the most basic application of Way of Refining. Almost any substance will change its form in front of Way of Refining.
But this time, Way of Refining's light dissipated directly after touching the surface of the stone.
It wasn't bounced away, it was "eaten" by the stone.
Way of Refining's power dissipated as soon as it came into contact with the stone.
Ye Wudao frowned slightly, this was the first time he encountered this situation.
Way of Refining claims that everything in the world can be refined, but now it can't even touch this stone.
This made him realize that this stone was probably not something that could be dealt with by ordinary means.
Next, he tried Space Great Dao again, trying to create a spatial crack inside the stone.
The moment the power of space came into contact with the surface of the stone, it was also absorbed silently.
"Where's the time?"
He released Time Great Dao, trying to use the power of Time Great Dao to weather the stone.
However, Time Great Dao was also swallowed.
Ye Wudao put the stone on the table, took two steps back, and stared at it for a long time.
This thing is like a Taotie. It will eat whatever you throw into it. After eating, it seems like nothing happened.
He realized he was going in the wrong direction.
This stone cannot be changed by "external force".
In the previous five levels, he used his heart, transition, understanding, technique, and method. If he understood Momentum Pavilion's "potential" correctly, it did not refer to brute force or technique, but a kind of "existence influence."
His Tao is very powerful, Way of Refining, Space Great Dao, Time Great Dao, each one is Origin Great Dao, each one Origin Dao is an existence that ordinary people cannot understand in their lifetime.
But these words are all proving one thing at this moment, they are ineffective against this stone.
In other words, this stone cannot be affected by Great Dao Power.
At this time, he recalled the sentence just now in his mind. He had to understand what "leaving a mark" meant?
Ye Wudao Pick up the stone, close your eyes, no longer think about how to "change" it, but sink your own perception into the inside of the stone to feel the subtle rhythm.
Time in the room seemed to have stopped, and he held the stone and felt it for a long time.
Suddenly, there seemed to be an extremely subtle change in the rhythm inside the stone.
Ye Wudao opened his eyes and found that there was an extremely thin white trace on the surface of the stone at some point.
The traces that his nails could not scratch appeared on their own in the process of "just feeling".
"This..."
Ye Wudao Looking at the white mark, he vaguely understood something in his heart, but it was not clear enough.
There was no sound of customs clearance in the room.
In other words, this white mark is not a mark, just a trace.
What he wants is not a trace, he wants a "mark".
He closed his eyes again, and this time, he put everything he had into them, not the Tao, not the power, but the completeness of his own person.
He condensed everything contained in the three words Ye Wudao into a complete whole in his consciousness.
That loser who didn't understand anything when he first got the system.
The boy who held a sword for the first time in Trial Grounds.
He mixed his whole life together.
He held the stone and threw his existence towards the deepest part of the stone.
"Buzz..."
An extremely low resonance surged out from inside the stone and spread throughout his body along his palm.
He looked down and saw that the white marks on the surface of the stone began to extend, thicken, and deepen. The direction of the white marks was completely out of his control, as if the stone itself was "writing" something.
Eventually, the white marks condense into a pattern on the surface of the stone.
It's very simple, just one word. "Ye."
Ye Wudao looked at that word and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The handwriting of the word is unfamiliar yet inexplicably familiar, and there is a clumsy but serious force between the strokes.
The black color of the stone itself contrasts with the white mark, just like a child who has just learned to write and is learning to write attentively.
He held the stone and suddenly understood the meaning of the Momentum Pavilion.
Those attempts to use strength to smash, refine, and tear all failed because strength is an external thing.
But after he stood in front of the stone and simply existed, the stone itself produced traces.
Potential is not the force exerted on an external object, but when you stand firmly enough, the external object recognizes your existence on its own.
As soon as he put down the black stone, a line of words appeared out of thin air on the wooden table:
"Try it."