The gate before them stood nearly a thousand zhang tall, grand beyond measure at a glance. Standing before it, one could even feel a sense of inferiority.
It was like standing before a towering mountain, filled with a sense of magnificence that could be admired but never touched.
Although Chen Qiu somewhat scoffed at the notion that "the bigger, the stronger," he had to admit that things like sect gates truly became more imposing the larger they were. Every faction seemed to pursue gates grand enough to pierce the heavens.
Building such a colossal sect gate required an enormous amount of money. Most importantly, it had no practical use at all. Aside from looking impressive, it was utterly useless—a pure vanity project.
But perhaps that was precisely why every faction pursued sufficiently grand sect gates.
After all—
If we can throw this many Spirit Stones at a useless vanity project, doesn't that prove we're even more formidable elsewhere?
In his previous life, he had heard a poisonous bowl of success-study chicken soup.
"Even those who betrayed you get a million from you. Wouldn't those who didn't betray you work even harder for you, because they know they'll receive even more?"
It was a pretty idiotic sentence.
But on further thought, it was not entirely without reason, just like this sect gate.
"..."
Chen Qiu calmly examined the magnificent sect gate before him, feeling the Sect Master Token in his robes continually tremble. He said nothing and patiently waited for the secret realm host's further explanation.
Very soon—
After pausing briefly, the secret realm host continued, "The seventh trial is relatively simple."
"At the top of this sect gate is a luminous pearl. As long as you reach out and touch it, you will clear the trial."
"That simple?" Fat Dragon