"You really are strong. You actually made it through this damned trial. When I sensed you entering the trial space, I thought another unlucky fool had shown up."
"Exactly! When we died, we were completely confused. It was only after becoming part of this trial that we realized this fucking trial was never meant for us!"
"Isn't that right? The Spirit Refining Sage designed this for people from ancient times. The intended trial-takers had cultivated some Soul Techniques. We idiots rushed in relying solely on our innate soul power—of course we were doomed!"
From their subsequent conversation, Xiao Yan learned that only their consciousness remained now, making them part of the trial. Because of this, they had come to understand some of its mechanisms. For instance, that Death Illusion truly was the second stage of the trial, testing the soul's resilience and its ability to exert fine control.
That illusion was not flawless; it had left behind many loopholes, and it depended on whether the trial-taker could uncover them.
However, its standards were tailored to those who had cultivated Soul Techniques. Thus, even the only one among them who had relied on powerful soul strength to force his way through the first pressure trial had failed to emerge alive from the illusion, falling at this stage.
They were especially curious about how Xiao Yan had endured it.
But Xiao Yan was honestly too embarrassed to say. Mainly because he could not tell whether that moment had been a sudden burst of his own potential, or whether he had once again lived off Xun'er's support...
Xiao Yan hurriedly changed the subject and sought more information about the trial from them.
"Everyone, does this mean I've passed the trial?"
There was a moment of silence by his ears. Finally, the female