"Boom!"
That day, Lin Fan emerged from seclusion, dragging his exhausted, blood-covered body out of the giant golden stele.
"Child, how did it go?" someone asked from afar through voice transmission.
Then a hazy figure appeared, his eyes as piercing as lightning. It was Meng Tianzheng.
"Senior Meng, you lied to me!" Lin Fan looked deeply aggrieved.
"Uh..." Meng Tianzheng was puzzled.
Lin Fan then explained what he had encountered inside the metal. It was nothing like what Meng Tianzheng had told him beforehand; he had to defeat the imprint to pass the trial.
Meng Tianzheng was speechless for a moment. This differed from what he knew. The prodigies who had challenged it before had never encountered such an absurd situation.
Clearly, Lin Fan had received special treatment. The difficulty had risen by far more than a little, and he had faced the Sage Emperor at his prime.
Meng Tianzheng glanced at Lin Fan, unsure what to say. He could only deduce that it was because of his bloodline.
"It seems passing this trial won't be so easy for you. You must defeat him at the height of his youth."
"Damn it, this is targeting me! It's way too hard!" Lin Fan protested indignantly.
Even Meng Tianzheng felt it would be difficult. One could say that it was almost impossible for an ordinary person.
He knew better than anyone how formidable the Sage Emperor had been in his youth and how extraordinary his talent was, for he had personally guided him.
Even Meng Tianzheng felt inferior when comparing his own youthful physique to the Sage Emperor's. His foundations had not been nearly as profound.
"Don't lose heart. You held out for over half a month without losing. With some more honing, you may yet pass," Meng Tianzheng encouraged him.
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