The deafening roar spread rapidly, proving just how astonishingly powerful this Daoist art was.
However, once the lingering force of the Daoist art finally faded and everyone looked back at the gong and drum, it drew quite a few laughs.
As the saying went, thunder boomed loud, but rain came down in drops.
That Nirvana Stage cultivator's strike had produced both spectacle and momentum, yet its actual power had fallen short of expectations. It was still colorless, without the slightest change, and had not even reached the lowest color, purple!
Many people laughed mockingly, but some cooler-headed individuals could also see that this gong and drum was hardly friendly to Nirvana Stage cultivators. Passing it would likely be no easy matter.
Indeed, even Nirvana Stage cultivators seemed to have difficulty shaking the colorless threshold.
Yang Chen watched from the side for roughly an hour.
Over that hour, cultivators from all walks of life took action one after another. There had to be at least two hundred of them.
Yet the outcome was brutally cruel.
More than a hundred had been stuck at the colorless stage and failed. Only a dozen or so had barely passed colorless, reaching purple and successfully clearing the test.
Seeing this, Yang Chen began quietly considering his own matters.
Judging by the timing, it was about time for him to step forward and take part in the test.
The only thing giving him a headache was that the strength of his attack would not be easy to control. If he struck too hard, it would easily arouse suspicion. If he struck too lightly, he feared he would fail to pass even the colorless threshold.
After all, everyone had only one chance to strike. No one would make an exception and grant a second attempt.
That was