The low success rate of the Oracle Holy Temple is not due to the high difficulty of the trials, but rather because the Holy Temple never intended for you to participate in the trials in the first place.
All the trials are designed to trap and kill those who enter the temple.
Qin Ze suddenly felt like a Circus Clown, being manipulated by the Holy Temple.
The clones watched with great interest. "It's a rare opportunity to see the Troupe Leader personally perform for us. Let's all watch carefully and learn from him."
Qin Ze's eyes scanned his surroundings like searchlights.
They were trying to find the whispering thieves.
"Look, he's getting anxious."
"Huh? Shall we continue?"
"His business is none of our concern, unless you want to go with him."
"Da meyo~"
"Without any shrewdness, I declare you unqualified."
"A fair and impartial verdict! Kick him out!"
"..."
Qin Ze's expression grew increasingly grim.
These guys aren't even bothering to act anymore.
They even felt it would be too much trouble to arrange another "trial" for him.
Let's just declare him a failure.
Miss Sword Case was also very angry; she had almost been caught off guard.
No matter how hard she attacked, those guys still didn't show up.
Qin Ze could no longer tolerate it.
As the Source of God was activated, Divine Markings climbed up his neck and cheek.
A dazzling golden halo materialized behind him.
Buzz--
Qin Ze's entire body shone with divine light.
In an instant, dawn broke.
The apple tree and the wasteland crumbled instantly, and the surrounding scenery returned to the same pitch-black state it had been at the beginning.
Because Qin Ze was like a sun, constantly emitting light and heat, the darkness in the space melted away as quickly as accumulated snow.
"Huh? He's a god!"
"This is outrageous! What kind of god would be so bored as to come here for a trial?"
"Quickly, back off, back off!"
"With such a big butt, where else can you retreat to?"
"Great God, please withdraw your divine power!"
"You beat the game, isn't beating the game enough?"
"..."
Whispers turned into panic.
In the unseen darkness, it seemed as if many things were crowding together and colliding incessantly.
The area enveloped by the divine light expanded further.
One by one, the "petty thieves" hidden in the shadows revealed themselves.
They were each a meter long, a hand wide, as thin as a cicada's wing, and shaped like talismans.
Their tails trailed long tassels, like a flock of startled birds flying erratically.
But as the previous voice said, the Oracle Holy Temple is only so big, where else could it fly to?
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows; he had assumed the speaker was some kind of magical creature.
After all, given the relationship between Old Huang and the Goddess of Life, it would be easy for him to gather a group of magical creatures to guard the Oracle Holy Temple.
As a result, the things in front of him were neither human nor ghost, and Qin Ze couldn't tell them apart for a moment.
"We've got you!"
Miss Sword Case was seething with anger, rushed at the thieves without saying a word when they revealed their true forms.
Miss Sword Case was like an eagle swooping into a flock of sparrows. The tasseled talismans were already in a panic, and now they were completely disoriented, bumping around like headless flies.
"Die, all of you!"
Miss Sword Case wielded two flying swords, slashing from one end to the other, making her way in and out seven times.
The talisman's small size was no match for the attack of the Five Elements Flying Swords; it shattered almost instantly upon contact.
However, even if they are shattered to pieces, they can instantly return to their original state.
"The box has gone crazy!"
"It's a talking box, and its voice is quite pleasant."
"I already said you passed, what more do you want?"
"No way, they kill even after flashing away!"
"Let's unite and suppress them quickly!"
"It can't suppress it at all; the Holy Temple's formation is being suppressed by divine power."
"I surrender, please..."
"..."
The talismans, recognizing the reality of the situation, all submitted.
Unfortunately, Miss Sword Case does not accept prisoners.
Those who run fast will take one sword strike, while those who run slowly will take two.
The sacred and solemn Oracle Holy Temple has suddenly transformed into a bustling market.
After Miss Sword Case finished venting, Qin Ze said helplessly, "Alright, I have questions for them."
Miss Sword Case, having had her fill of hacking and slashing, gave a soft snort and flew back to Qin Ze's side.
Qin Ze suddenly erupted with divine light. "All of you, stand at attention!"
The talismans, now restored to their factory settings, shuddered and stood in rows before Qin Ze, their colorful tassels trailing behind them, like soldiers awaiting inspection.
Qin Ze quickly glanced at them; there were about a hundred of these strange talismans.
They are all similar in shape, the only difference being the tassels at the tail and the patterns and designs engraved on their bodies.
At such close range, Qin Ze sensed intense divine power fluctuations emanating from these rows of talismans.
The trials in the Oracle Holy Temple, including the apple tree and the white house that Qin Ze experienced before, were likely their doing.
Qin Ze maintained his divine aura and said calmly, "Introduce yourselves. Who are you?"
The talismans immediately started talking all at once, creating a noise level comparable to the clones on Local Area Network.
"We're not even worthy of being called 'things'!"
" Oracle! We are divine Oracle imbued with supreme power!"
"We can do anything, we can grant you one wish~"
"Fool, He is God."
"Then... then grant me one wish!"
"Me too."
Me too!
"..."
The Oracle swarmed around Qin Ze, treating him like a wishing lamp.
"Step back!"
Miss Sword Case lightly swept her flying sword, and the talismans immediately retreated to their original positions.
Stay away from your best friend!
Talisman: "Tch~ You stingy little thing."
Qin Ze suddenly realized that these were the Oracle from the Holy Temple.
Looking at it this way, there are quite a lot of them.
Qin Ze asked curiously, "Who created the Oracle Holy Temple, and who created you?"
The Oracle responded noisily upon hearing this.
"It's a Holy Temple created by a great god!"
"That's right, a very, very big god!"
"We are a small piece cut off from God's authority, and each of us represents the power of one God."
"It's unparalleled power! The kind that can grant wishes~"
"There are formations left by a great god within the Holy Temple. Our abilities, combined with these formations, can test those who enter."
"Anyone who passes through customs can take one of us with them."
"Once the Oracle leaves the Holy Temple, it will cease to exist; nobody wants to leave."
"..."
Qin Ze roughly understood the cause and effect.
Oracle are derived from divine authority.
The Hundred Oracle represent the divine power of a hundred gods.
Over time, the Oracle developed its own intelligence.
They didn't want to leave the Holy Temple, but according to the rules, those who passed through had to take a Oracle with them, so they had no choice but to leave.
However, the Oracle exploited a loophole in the rules, forcibly increasing the difficulty of the trial.
If you can't clear the level, you can't take them with you.
Qin Ze not only cleared the level, but he cleared two levels. Now it's his turn to make a choice.
Looking at so many beautiful women before him, Qin Ze suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he were selecting concubines for an imperial harem.