Ye Lin clenched his fist, his face brimming with excitement. As long as he went back and entered seclusion for another ten years, he would surely master the power of a domain. By then, he would not have to feel as powerless as he had today.
Watching others charge into battle while he had no right to participate and could only stand by—this feeling was unbearable. And those people were geniuses on the same level as him. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt.
"Half an hour has passed. The third floor is now open."
"The content of the third-floor trial: talent. Please place your hand on the Talent Stone."
Once the majestic voice fell silent, a white stone appeared before Ye Lin. Following the instructions, he placed his hand upon it. Immediately, streams of light began flowing within the stone.
At the very center of the stone, stars spun one after another, an exceedingly strange sight.
"Overall talent evaluation: superior. Passed. Rest for three minutes before the next-floor trial begins."
Ye Lin stared at his hand in astonishment. It was that easy? Wasn't this order a little backwards?
The second floor had been so difficult. By Ye Lin's estimate, at least a fair number of people should have been eliminated there. Yet the third floor was this easy? He had cleared it before he could even react? Wasn't that a little too ridiculous?
Was a talent test truly necessary? Of those who could reach this floor, which one was not a peerless genius? For geniuses of this caliber, did so-called talent still need to be tested?
Yet no matter how puzzled Ye Lin was, no voice answered him. All that came was a cold notification: the fourth-floor trial had begun.
This floor's trial was somewhat unusual.