"That's it?"
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Yuan Yang wore a subtle expression and said helplessly, "The assessment standards are determined by one's cultivation level and soul age..."
"In order to see the world again, the immortal mansion spirit did lower the difficulty of the mansion's trials. But in truth, in the thousand-plus years since my death, over a hundred people have taken part in the immortal mansion's trials. You are the only one who made it through..."
Chen Fan could not help but freeze. "That many people?"
Yuan Yang's expression turned strange. "There was more than one Golden Sword—there were nine in total. Before I died, I deliberately spread word that the Golden Swords were connected to my tomb. Quite a few people knew the secret of the Golden Swords in my possession, and people had always been chasing after them..."
"The immortal mansion opens once every ten years. Each time, it summons new trial-takers through the Golden Swords in sequence. Whenever someone fails a challenge, the Golden Sword is teleported away from the immortal mansion as well... Over these thousand years, there has been no shortage of people coming here."
Chen Fan's mouth twitched. No wonder someone as weak as Su Wenxing knew that the Golden Sword was related to Venerable Yuan Yang's so-called tomb. It turned out this was simply casting a wide net, information deliberately spread far and wide!
Yuan Yang was fucking unscrupulous!
Chen Fan possessed formidable talent. At the third level of Chang Sheng, he could crush someone at the fifth level of Chang Sheng.
But how could ordinary people possibly accomplish such a thing?
"Even in the Sacred Hall, I reckon there aren't many people who could pass an assessment of this level. Not to mention a thousand years ago, when the hidden sects