Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone laughed, especially the cultivators surrounding the successors of several major sects, who laughed particularly loudly.
"What's the use of remembering us? If you're so capable, come in with us!"
"You only have two hours. You'd better hurry up and start cultivating. Maybe you can make it to the final stage of the competition. Of course, you might not even be able to pass through the first level."
Buzz!
A terrifying shockwave emanated from the Heaven-Piercing Pestle, unleashing boundless power. The violent shockwave surged outwards in all directions, instantly enveloping the entire trial area of Bright Peak.
Yang Zhen looked up in surprise. Even outside the trial grounds, he could feel the suppression of his soul by this massive formation.
The divine soul is a symbol of a cultivator's Divine Power. The stronger the divine soul, the more power it can withstand. Some powerful divine soul cultivators can even kill cultivators with lower cultivation levels with a single thought, achieving true instant kill.
This is why the power of the divine soul is so popular on the Youzhou Continent.
However, refining the soul is extremely difficult. Not to mention that there are very few Cultivation Method for refining the soul, the refining of the soul is an endless torment that is not something that ordinary people can endure.
Therefore, cultivators who have cultivated the power of their soul often have a strong advantage among cultivators of the same level.
The trial began, and many people started walking towards the Heaven-Piercing Pestle.
Centered on the Heaven-Piercing Pestle, the trial grounds at Bright Peak consist of ten concentric circles. Each circle represents a different level of array suppression, and the deeper one goes, the more terrifying the suppression of one's soul becomes.
Those who entered the first level of the trial circle suddenly changed their expressions, becoming serious. After enduring the immense pressure, they all turned to look at Yang Zhen, revealing gloating expressions.
However, some doubts remained in everyone's hearts. After all, Yang Zhen was too cunning. Although he kept saying that he hadn't made any preparations, who knew if he was lying?
Yang Zhen remained where he was. Apart from Lan Fangyue, who was still outside, all the other cultivators present had entered the first level of the trial circle, including Lu Xueqing and Princess Changyang, who had also stopped on the first level. Moreover, it was clear that they were fully capable of handling it and had a sense of ease.
"You really didn't make any preparations?" Lan Fangyue still seemed a little incredulous, looking at Yang Zhen with suspicion.
Yang Zhen shook his head, glanced at the gloating cultivators, and strode towards the first trial circle in a deep voice.
Everyone was startled when they saw Yang Zhen approaching, their expressions changing several times. Even Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu stopped and looked at Yang Zhen with suspicion.
"Is this bastard really faking it?"
"You'll see!"
The two exchanged a glance, both revealing a hint of amusement.
Almost everyone had heard of Yang Zhen's background: a disciple of a small sect who distinguished himself at the Youzhou Grand Assembly, and now, by fortuitous opportunity, he had comprehended the Traversing the Void in Midair," but before he could even begin to cultivate it, he participated in the Three Kingdoms Trial.
Such a disciple from a small sect has a lot of luck involved, but it is very likely that, as Yang Zhen said, he has never practiced any Cultivation Method for refining the soul.
Ignoring everyone's gaze, Yang Zhen stared at the first trial circle on the ground and stomped heavily on it.
boom!
A terrifying shockwave swept over, as if a giant hammer had struck Yang Zhen's head directly. The excruciating pain caused Yang Zhen to feel dizzy and involuntarily retreat from the first trial circle.
How terrifying!
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the first level of the trial circle, feeling a bit uneasy.
Is the first floor really that terrifying?
The feeling of being hit on the head with a giant sledgehammer is absolutely awful.
A burst of laughter erupted, and all the cultivators around burst into laughter, looking at Yang Zhen with a mocking expression.
"You can't even withstand the first level, so what are you doing participating in the Three Kingdoms Trial? You're utterly shameful."
" Yang Zhen, I'll wait for you here. I'll stand right here and not move. If you touch my clothes, I'll automatically back off!"
"Haha, that's hilarious! You can't even get into the first level. Have you ever even cultivated your soul power?"
Everyone seemed to have witnessed the most ridiculous thing in the world, laughing so hard they were doubled over. Some even laughed so hard that they lost their composure and were almost expelled from the formation.
"You just wait!" Yang Zhen glanced at the gloating crowd inside and memorized their faces.
Lan Fangyue approached Yang Zhen and said with a strange expression, " Yang Zhen, don't push yourself. It would be a loss if you damaged your Sea of Consciousness."
The Sea of Consciousness is where cultivators store their spiritual power. Only when spiritual power is strong enough can one accumulate the snow-capped mountains within the Sea of Consciousness consciousness to form Divine Sense power.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and asked, "Is it permissible to fight within the trial area?"
Lan Fangyue said with a wry smile, "Let's not even talk about whether you can get in or not. Even if you can get in, you can't fight inside. Once there's a fluctuation of True Essence, the formation will push you out, and then you'll lose."
Yang Zhen nodded, then turned and left.
"Where are you going?" Lan Fangyue asked Yang Zhen hesitantly.
Yang Zhen waved his hand. "You go in first, don't wait for me. I'm going to practice a Cultivation Method and I'll be right back."
Lan Fangyue paused, looking at Hua Youyue with a wry smile. Only after seeing Hua Youyue nod did she turn and walk towards the trial area.
There are only a few good spots near the Heaven-Piercing Pestle, and if you go late, they might all be gone.
On the Cloud Terrace, a middle-aged lama chuckled, looking at Yang Zhen with great interest. He said to Hua Youyue beside him, "This must be the young man who luckily comprehended the art of 'Traversing the Void in Midair.' I never thought that even someone as discerning as Tower Master Hua could misjudge someone."
Beside the middle-aged lama, a refined middle-aged scholar in a black robe and a feather fan nodded and said, "It seems that it's somewhat inappropriate for Tower Master Hua to give such a Dark Gold Pavilion Plaque to someone like this."
Hua Youyue remained calm, seemingly State of Mind by the two people, and said slowly, "It seems that it's not up to Lachan Temple and Heartless Sect to decide who I want to give it to."
The lama snorted coldly, stroked his beard, and said, "I just wonder how long Yang Zhen can guard this Dark Gold Pavilion Plaque. I've heard there are many people who want it."
At this point, the lama and the middle-aged scholar exchanged a knowing glance, then their smiles were suddenly replaced by astonishment. The middle-aged scholar laughed and looked at Yang Zhen, who was approaching, saying, "What, Yang Zhen, do you think that coming to see Tower Master Hua will solve your current problems?"
The lama chuckled and said, " Tower Master Hua is exceptionally talented and beautiful; perhaps she can be of help to Yang Zhen. You must help him!"
The others seemed oblivious to the verbal sparring between the three. The feud between Hua Youyue and Lachan Temple and Heartless Sect had a long history, and the three of them were already on bad terms. Now that the lama and the middle-aged scholar had seized the opportunity, how could they not ridicule Hua Youyue?
Although Hua Youyue's Hua Youyue was expressionless, anyone could see the impatience and coldness in her eyes.
Yang Zhen, who had stepped forward, glanced at the lama and the middle-aged scholar with surprise, then looked at the coldness in Hua Youyue's eyes, and immediately understood what was going on.
"Do you have any Cultivation Method for refining the soul? Could I borrow them?"
Hua Youyue hesitated, then the lama laughed heartily, looking at Yang Zhen with amusement. "Little fellow, do you really think that by cultivating a little now you can compete with those geniuses?"
"None of your business?" Yang Zhen glanced at the lama.
The middle-aged scholar sneered, "Insolence! Do you know who this person is?"
"What's it to me!" Yang Zhen rolled her eyes.
"You..." The lama and the middle-aged scholar were both furious.
A smile appeared on Hua Youyue's lips as she gave Yang Zhen a meaningful look. The coldness in her eyes not only melted away, but a sense of relief also followed.