Inside the Sect Grand Hall.
Chen Qiu stood on the bluestone floor carpeted with dust, looking at the Sect Leader's Chair revealed behind the slowly vanishing barrier. It was covered in cobwebs. His expression was complicated as he stood there in silence. This trial could be said to have had no difficulty at all.
One only had to sit on the Sect Leader's Chair to clear it.
So theoretically, the sixth trial should have been the final one. He did not even know what the sixth trial entailed before he had skipped straight to the seventh.
A strange thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Perhaps these seven trials—the tests Mocking Heaven Sect had used to select disciples for tens of thousands of years—had not originally been so simple. But when the sect faced its destruction, it had feared that no one would clear the trials and inherit the position of sect leader, so it lowered the difficulty?
Or perhaps it was because it had become a Heavenly Dao Secret Realm?
It was rather sigh-worthy to think about.
A sect from the ancient era, one whose name alone sounded formidable, had ultimately ended up reduced to a Heavenly Dao Secret Realm.
Along the way, nearly every building on this sect mountain had been damaged and turned into ruins. Many had been cleaved in half at the waist, without even a roof left. Clearly, they had once encountered a powerful enemy long ago. Even the Sect Grand Hall had been sliced in two with a single strike, allowing sunlight to fall straight onto the ground.
Yet there was not a single bloodstain to be seen. That was quite strange.
If the bloodstains had vanished in the river of time, then the absence of even a single corpse made no sense. After all,