At the ground entrance of the Martial Hall, several lines of large characters were carved into the floor, scarlet as blood and majestic in their grandeur.
"Third Trial: Heart Severing."
"Each arena can accommodate twenty disciples. The disciple positioned at noon speaks first, stating one of the most unique things they have done in their life. This 'thing' may be true or false."
"The thing stated cannot concern age, gender, body parts, specific trait names, cultivation techniques, mental arts, and so on. Each thing may only be stated once and cannot be repeated."
"After the previous disciple has finished speaking, if the next disciple believes the previous disciple is talking nonsense, they may expose it. If their judgment is correct, the other party is eliminated. If their judgment is wrong, they themselves are eliminated."
"If one cannot determine whether the other party is talking nonsense, they may skip this process. Taking the thing stated by the previous speaker as a premise, they add their own thing, leaving the next disciple to judge, and so on."
"For example, if the previous disciple says, 'I have saved someone,' the next disciple must add one of their own deeds onto that premise, such as, 'I have saved someone, and I have also killed someone.'"
"When only one disciple remains on an arena, that disciple wins and receives the victory reward."
No one immediately ventured deep into the Martial Hall. Only after carefully committing the words carved into the ground to memory did they exchange glances. In nearly an instant, many people scattered and charged toward the various arenas, scrambling to seize spots.
The rules were obvious.
Only one person on each arena could receive a reward.
Naturally, they had to avoid disciples from their own Lineage or sect, lest they face one another.