There was no further explanation behind "Try it", but when Ye Wudao saw those two words, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
Before he had time to figure out what "try it" meant, the green brick floor under his feet suddenly became transparent.
He looked down and saw a scene under the brick surface, a bustling street, with vendors and pedestrians crowded on both sides, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining intertwined, one after another.
And he himself was standing in the middle of the street before he knew it.
He was squeezed back and forth by the crowd. The people on both sides kept walking, their shoulders brushed against his shoulders, and their sleeves brushed against his arms. Everyone was rushing on, and no one glanced at him.
He tried to shout, but his voice was completely drowned out in the noisy streets, and even the vendors nearby did not raise their heads to look at him.
Ye Wudao stood in the middle of the crowd, like a stone washed by the river, with crowds of people passing by on both sides, and no one cared about his existence.
He tried to release a breath to attract the attention of those around him, but as soon as the breath left his body, it was absorbed by some invisible barrier and could not escape.
It's like talking in a sealed space, the sound can't be transmitted, and people outside can't hear it.
He understands.
This "try" allows him to feel the state of "non-existence". If the situation is not enough, it will be as if he does not exist in this world.
He looked at the figures hurriedly passing by, and the sounds of hawking on the street kept coming and going.
He tried to think of ways to get these people to notice him, using space teleportation to create movement, and using Way of Refining to ignite a fire.
But all his methods are blocked by this level, and there is only one thing he can use, and that is himself.
This level seems to have the same purpose as the previous level.
Dao Inquiry Pavilion's last question, the correct answer is "Be mindful of all things and never forget your own way".
He has already understood this meaning.
And Momentum Pavilion seems to let him use this level of understanding to establish the trend of "my way".
He stood in the crowd, no longer trying to shout, no longer trying to breathe, no longer trying to get attention by any means.
He just stood there, straightening his back like a big tree, and let the crowds pass by from both sides without moving at all.
No one noticed at first.
A hawker carrying a load squeezed past him and bumped him with his shoulder, but the hawker did not look back.
A woman holding a child passed by him sideways and glanced at him, but her eyes immediately left her, as if she was looking at a pillar that would not move by the side of the road.
Nothing has changed.
But Ye Wudao didn't move.
He just stood there, with his back straight and his eyes looking straight ahead.
At a certain moment, an old lady carrying a vegetable basket walked up to him. She was probably tired from walking. She stopped beside him, rested briefly on his arm, and then looked up at him.
The old lady's eyes stopped on Ye Wudao's face for a moment.
Then she smiled and whispered, "What are you doing standing here? Waiting for someone?"
Ye Wudao was stunned for a moment. This was the first sentence he heard directed at him on this street.
Just as he was about to answer, the crowd around him suddenly dispersed from him, receding to both sides like sea water at low tide, revealing a narrow passage.
The old lady carried the vegetable basket and walked slowly along the passage. She walked far away and disappeared into the crowd.
Ye Wudao stood among the dispersed crowd, and suddenly found that everyone's eyes were glancing in his direction intentionally or unintentionally.
He didn't know who the old lady was.
But her words were like a key.
She saw him.
When she saw him, the whole street saw him too.
The brick surface under his feet returned to an opaque texture, and Ye Wudao found himself back in that room again, still holding the black stone in his hand.
He lowered his head and looked down, and next to the word "" on the surface of the stone, there was another line of very faint small characters. The strokes were almost unclear, but when he got closer, he made it out. "Try it, pass it."
Before he could take a breath, two more words appeared on the wooden table:
"Try two."
The blue bricks under my feet became transparent again.
This time, he stood in an empty valley.
Surrounded by tall gray rock walls, the sky above is gloomy gray.
The bottom of the valley is a flat land composed of gravel and dead grass, and in the center of the valley, there is a snake.
The snake was so big, as thick as a water tank, and its body was pitch black with a metallic luster. Its coiled body formed a hill, its head was raised high, and a pair of golden vertical pupils looked down at him.
There was no killing intent, no anger, or even hostility in those eyes.
It was just looking at him, looking at him with disdain from the top of the food chain.
The eyes contain a message: ants!
Ye Wudao stood in the valley, looking up at the giant snake.
The snake didn't attack him, but just by being there, it suppressed the momentum of the entire valley to the point where it was almost impossible to breathe.
Ye Wudao can feel his Martial Path will running, Way of Refining running, Space Great Dao running, but in front of this giant snake, these powers are like the difference between a firefly and a bright moon.
He knew what the test was about.
The first trial is to let him face the neglect of the crowd, and the second trial is to let him face the disregard of higher beings.
The former test is "whether you can be seen in the ordinary world", and the latter test is "whether you dare to stand in front of a powerful existence".
At this moment, he seemed to understand what "establishing momentum" meant.
The giant snake looked at him condescendingly, still making no move.
Ye Wudao stood at the bottom of the valley, facing those golden vertical pupils, neither retreating nor advancing.
He just stood, with his back straight and his chin slightly raised, looking at the giant snake's golden vertical pupils.
One person and one snake, just facing each other in the valley.
Suddenly, the big snake's head slowly turned, and a faint trace of concentration finally appeared in its golden vertical pupils.
That kind of concentration is not recognition, let alone good impression, but just like a person suddenly noticing a strange-shaped stone on the side of the road while walking and taking a second look.
But that one glance was enough.
Ye Wudao The valley beneath his feet shattered and peeled off like a phantom, and he stood in that room again.
There is another line of writing on the surface of the black stone in his hand. "Test 2, pass."
Ye Wudao was breathing heavily, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
In the second trial, there was still no fighting or attacking, but just standing in front of the giant snake was already exhausting all the energy.
It feels like you know that the other person won't really touch you, but you still tighten every string in your body because the other person's existence itself is a kind of pressure.
Before he could calm down, a word appeared on the wooden table. "Three."
Ye Wudao was once again pulled into the trial scene.
This time he stood on an empty flat land, with nothing around him. The sky was gray, the ground was gray, there was no reference, no creature, no sound.
He stood there and waited for a while, but nothing happened.
No snakes, no crowds, no pressure, no stares.
Pure emptiness, deathly silence, but not nothingness, because there is still space here.
He stood for a while and began to realize that the emptiness was a trial in itself.
The first two times he faced were "being ignored" and "being looked down upon", but this time he had to face nothing.
No one is looking at him, no one is waiting for his response, and there is no opponent for him to face.
He was just a person, standing in a place with nothing, all alone.
No reaction, no feedback, nothing to tell him "you did it" or "you haven't done it yet".
He can only judge by himself when it is considered "established".
Ye Wudao stood in the open space, slowly closed his eyes, and felt everything around him.
He slowly calmed down, without making any special movements. He just let himself stand there, breathing steadily, eyes calm, like a stubborn stone, motionless.
He didn't know how long he stood.
Then he heard a voice, which he said to himself, "I am here."
I'm not talking to anyone, I'm just stating a fact.
There he was, standing in that gray void.
There is no crowd for him to prove that he has been seen, no giant snake for him to prove that he is not afraid of, no one to judge, no one to record, no one to remind him.
He just stood there and said, "I'm here."
The empty space seemed to have been torn open by these words, and cracks appeared in the gray sky and earth at the same time, like a huge mirror starting to shatter from the center.
The cracks spread outward, becoming more and more dense, and eventually the entire empty space shattered, revealing the quiet room behind it.
Ye Wudao stood in the room, with the last line of words on the surface of the black stone in his hand. "Tried three, passed. Tried three times, the mark is established."
The word "" on the surface of the stone became darker at some point, from white to light gold. The strokes were thicker and deeper than before, as if they grew from the inside of the stone.
Ye Wudao put the stone gently on the table, stood in front of the table quietly for a while, and then walked towards the wooden door.
He pushed open the door of the Momentum Pavilion and looked towards the seventh attic.
At this time, it was already dark in the Myriad Worlds Academy.
Turning around and looking down the mountain, there were many people gathered at the Beginner Pavilion.
"Has it been a long time?"
Ye Wudao pursed her lips and murmured softly.
In the Momentum Pavilion, he cannot feel the passage of time.
He is feeling his "power".
Simply put, the "potential" of the Momentum Pavilion is whether the world can perceive your weight when you stand between heaven and earth.
It is not strength, pressure, or aura, but something of a higher level.
You don't rely on actions, words, or any external objects. Just by your presence, everything around you will be subtly shifted because of you.
"Li" means to stand firm.
You are still there when the tide hits you, you don't waver when the wind blows, and you don't get angry when others pass by you indifferently.
You don't need to speak out to prove your presence, your presence itself is a silent fact.
You don't need to prove to others that you exist, but your presence will make people notice you!
Momentum Pavilion stands for those four words: I am here!