Looking at the several lines of large characters on the ground at the Sword Pavilion entrance, everyone exchanged glances. Not a single person stepped forward; all of them hesitated. The danger of this trial was rather high—one thousand puppets of the same cultivation level as you, attacking you at once.
It was equivalent to one person fighting a thousand, while also having to kill ten puppets and retreat unscathed.
The difficulty was anything but ordinary.
"Forget it, forget it."
Although Zhao Yishi, who had originally been standing at the very back of the crowd, could not see the lines of text at the Sword Pavilion entrance due to his height, those words had mysteriously appeared above his dantian. He only needed to look inward to see them.
After reading the contents of the fourth trial, he shook his head and gave up without the slightest hesitation.
Fight a thousand puppets with the same cultivation as himself?
Forget it. If he had that kind of ability, why would he still be a disciple? Wouldn't it be better to become the sect master directly?
He turned and headed deep into the ruined buildings nearby. Finding a corner, he squatted on the ground, took off the necklace around his neck, and set it down. That necklace was astonishingly strung together from nearly a hundred storage pouches.
Zhao Yishi began activating the storage pouches one after another. Before long, he pulled out a huge pile of thoroughly cooked demon beast meat, seven or eight zhang tall like a small mountain, and began wolfing it down.
After a tiring day, it was time to eat.
Today had been so hard.
Yet those who could enter the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm were, more or less, bold people. Truly timid people would never come to a place