The white light was dazzling, Li Zhengyang raised his arms to block it, and strode into the threshold.
The door slammed shut behind him.
The bright light fades and the scene is revealed.
In the center of the hall is a Star Array Hub suspended in the air.
Hundreds of array rings are nested layer by layer, rotating and staggered in strange trajectories.
The blue-light-emitting Ancient Soul Crystal at the top is dripping down strands of energy, accurately pouring into the formation eye.
Li Zhengyang raised his neck and looked at it for a long time.
"Not bad, I got Ancient Soul Crystal."
The words just fell.
Buzz!
The floor tiles underfoot shimmered.
A circle of golden patterns exploded from the soles of his feet, touching the ground and sweeping across the entire venue.
The four walls melted, and the hall became boundless Dark Domain.
Golden ancient scrolls appeared in the air.
These ancient characters are all compressed by high-concentration mental power, circling around Li Zhengyang, suddenly elongated and shaped.
In the blink of an eye.
Thousands of mental sharp blades hang upside down around the body, all aimed at the center.
[First permission holder detected.]
[In compliance with the Psychic Tower assessment conditions, the mental strength assessment starts.]
[Assessment content: Mind power intensity, differentiation, control, and carrying.]
[During the assessment, you are not allowed to leave the array.]
Mechanical sounds echoed in Dark Domain.
Li Zhengyang lowered his head and glanced at the soles of his feet.
The golden pattern has locked the whole place, and the door has also been covered with a mental seal.
He raised his hand and tapped his forehead.
"I'm most annoyed about exams. Can't you just give me the things?"
The formation didn't respond, and all the sharp blades moved forward half an inch, the blades close to his skin.
Li Zhengyang glanced sideways at the tip of the knife.
"If you don't give it, you won't give it. Why use the knife?"
Outside the tower.
"Prodigal son!"
Dean Zhou sat on the ground, slapping his thighs and howling.
"Forget about the hundreds of Demon-Human corpses down there, Ancient Soul Crystal can't be broken by him anymore."
"Psychic Core left behind by the ancient ruins, if you dismantle the wrong array pattern, the loss will be calculated as hundreds of billions!"
Lei Qianjue was spraying medicine on his arm and glanced at him sideways. "People have already entered, what's the use? If you don't worry, go up and stop him."
Dean Zhou hugged the detector tightly. "Fifteen times gravity plus mental coercion, I just crossed the threshold and you can box me up."
Qin Zhan made no reply.
He stared at the Psychic Tower entrance.
The drone cannot enter and communications are cut off.
All we can do is wait.
Li Zhengyang is physically strong, but Psychic Power is only Fourth-Rank Martial Artist.
Helian Cheng has entered the core area, Great Xia is a step behind.
"Get ready."
Qin Zhan said, "If Zhengyang doesn't come out for half an hour, I'll go into the tower."
Lei Qianjue stopped holding the medicine jar in his hand. "You come up? Your mental defense is too strong even if it reaches the fifth level."
Qin Zhan looked towards the top of the tower. "Time waits for no one."
Dean Zhou dusted off his trouser legs and stood up. "Don't worry too much, Li Zhengyang can drive that Psychic Stone Gate, and his control ability is not weak."
The words have not yet fallen.
Boom!
Psychic Tower The outer wall explodes with golden light.
Qin Zhan stepped in front of everyone in one step, Battle Saber half unsheathed.
"Alert!"
The formation pattern on the tower body lights up from bottom to top.
Ancient Soul Crystal shines brightly, and a golden beam of light breaks through the clouds.
The shadow of a hundred-foot-tall stone tablet projects out from in front of the tower.
The ancient characters above jumped rapidly and transformed into Great Xia characters.
"List!"
Dean Zhou didn't even care about the detector that fell on the ground, rushed to the foot of the stone monument and raised his head.
"Psychic Tower's list! Those who can be on it are all the top Psychic Master from every era!"
There are one hundred names on the list, followed by runes and assessment values.
At the end, Nangong Ce.
[differentiation: sixty-four shares]
[Control error: 7/10,000]
[Carrying: ninety-seven floors]
Dean Zhou pointed at the bottom of the list and yelled, "See! Those who can make it to this list can at worst divide their telekinesis into sixty-four strands and control them at the same time!"
Lu Anguo asked, "It's difficult?"
Dean Zhou turned around and glared at him. "Ordinary Fourth-Rank Martial Artist is considered powerful if you divide it into thirty shares. Sea of Consciousness's burden increases with each additional share."
"If you divide more than 64 shares, you have to maintain an error of one ten thousandth. Great Xia can't find three now!"
At the bottom of the stele, a slender progress bar appeared, with a value of zero.
Three big characters popped up next to it.
[Li Zhengyang]
Lei Qianjue Le said, "Is it zero?"
Dean Zhou looked at the progress bar. "Psychic Tower will test the strength first, and then the differentiation and control. He Fourth-Rank Martial Artist is suffering from telekinesis, and it's hard to say whether he can light up the tenth floor."
Lei Qianjue touched his chin.
"Tenth floor, no wonder you looked wrong just now."
He glanced at Qin Zhan and said, "But, the difficulty is so high, there's no shame in not passing."
The progress bar under the stele moved.
One layer.
Three floors.
Five floors.
Dean Zhou Lift the instrument.
Lei Qianjue crossed his arms. "I guess the eighth floor."
Lu Anguo: "Give me some face, level 12."
The next second.
Ten floors.
Twenty.
Fifty!
The progress bar suddenly shot up.
Lei Qianjue's arm slipped down. "How much?"
Dean Zhou had no time to pay attention to him, staring at the all-red data on the instrument and howling. "Seventy floors! Eighty-five! Still rising!"
Lu Anguo rubbed his eyes fiercely. "Didn't you say that even the tenth level is difficult?!"
"How did I know!" Dean Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead frantically, "This data is wrong!"
The progress bar breaks through the ninetieth level.
At the end of the stele, the name Nangong Ce began to flash crazily.
Ninety-five.
Ninety-eight.
One hundred!
Boom!
The entire stone monument shook violently.
The name at the bottom of the list faded out of thin air.
The three words [Li Zhengyang] at the bottom shine brightly and make the list!
Number one hundred!
Nangong Ce was kicked out of the top 100.
The scene was dead silent.
Lei Qianjue opened his mouth and made no sound for a long time.
Lu Anguo raised his fingers in the air. "This kid... is he really Fourth-Rank Martial Artist?"
Dean Zhou's throat was dry as he read out the new assessment records.
[differentiation: sixty-four shares]
[Control error: Unable to measure.]
[Carrying capacity: one hundred and three floors.]
"Sixty-four shares?"
Dean Zhou stared at the stone tablet.
"Unable to measure... It's not that it was not measured, it's his error, which is lower than the lower limit of Psychic Tower's record!"
Lei Qianjue raised his hand and pushed his chin up.
His mind was full of images of Li Zhengyang smashing the wall with his puppet and tearing Bloodline Lock apart with his bare hands.
This brat has such excellent mental control.
He was startled, and there was a little more light in his eyes.
Lu Anguo held it in for a long time and then said, "His brain... is also full of muscles?"
No one laughs.
Because the ranking on the stone tablet is still jumping up.
Psychic Tower Top.
Li Zhengyang looked at the large illuminated array pattern under his feet, feeling very puzzled.
"I just gave it a try, why did you get such a big reaction?"
After the ray of thought power penetrated into the formation pattern, he tore it into sixty-four strands and spread them along the formation path.
I practiced it once when I opened the stone gate, and I am very familiar with it.
The thousands of mental sharp blades around did not fall, and the blades lit up with golden light one after another.