As soon as this middle-aged man appeared, the three men and one woman in the small world saluted one after another.
"Uncle Mo!"
"Uncle Mo!"
Originally, the examinations at Wanshenling were too frequent and it was sufficient for direct disciples to preside over them. However, if the sect's sacred objects were invited, an elder-level powerhouse would be needed to take charge.
As soon as he saw the middle-aged man appear, Yi Yun felt an aura as vast as the sea on his body, which made Yi Yun immediately withdraw his senses.
"Huh?" Mo Shanqing looked up and seemed to notice something.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing..." Mo Shanqing shook his head, "There may be some old guys who are interested in our assessment at Ten Thousand Gods Ridge, but it doesn't matter. It is absolutely impossible to covet the sacred objects of my Ten Thousand God Ridge."
Mo Shanqing didn't care at all who came. Although he was in charge of the sect's sacred object when presiding over the assessment, he actually had no influence on this sacred object at all, let alone others.
"I won't go out. I'm just in the small world. You go out and follow the procedures."
Mo Shanqing said calmly that he was not interested in this kind of assessment at all. It was basically a waste of his time to sign up for a disciple with such a low level. It would be too difficult to find someone who could attract the magical creature during the assessment.
"Yes, Uncle Mo!"
The four of them took the order and stepped out of the stone archway directly.
The warriors on the square saw a film of light appearing out of thin air in the stone archway, and then four disciples of Wanshenling in purple stepped out of the void.
"Purple clothes and gold characters, they are the direct disciples of Wanshenling!"
People who have been here many times are already familiar with this scene, but some disciples who are new here are a little surprised.
However, no matter whether they were newcomers or old people, they all felt sincere envy towards the four direct disciples of Wanshenling.
Those are the direct disciples. Even if many of them become disciples of Wanshenling, they may just be outer disciples. To put it bluntly, they are just handymen. The gap between them and the direct disciples is as big as the sky.
Several people have long been accustomed to this kind of envy. Dressed in purple, no matter where they go, they are the center of attention.
"Welcome all fellow martial arts practitioners to participate in the entrance examination of my Wanshen Ridge. When selecting disciples, I will give priority to those with wisdom roots! If you have the root of wisdom, no matter how poor your cultivation level is, you can still enter my Wanshen Ridge, and at least become a disciple.
Disciple!"
"If you don't have wisdom roots, then I'm sorry, it can only depend on bone age and talent. As long as you can't enter the Condensing Dao Realm before one hundred years old, we won't consider it. Even if you can enter the Dao Palace Realm, you still need to understand the Dharma Principles."
The person who introduced the entry rules was none other than Senior Brother Ji.
There are three entrance exams for Wanshenling. The first one is to evaluate the wisdom root, the second one is the cultivation level and bone age, and the third one is the law.
In fact, every time so many people gather here, quite a few of them simply don't meet the standard for the second item. They all count on the first item.
No one can tell what this wisdom root is. Only Wanshenling can see this. This is their only chance to soar into the sky.
However, after testing over the past few years, there are very few people with wisdom.
"Okay, no more words, let's start now!"
Brother Ji waved his hand as he spoke, and the light curtain of the stone archway flashed again, and a gray cloud flew out from the stone archway.
As soon as this cloud of mist appeared, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed. The originally lively square turned into a gray one. The strong sense of depression made people feel speechless. Warriors with weaker cultivation levels,
He almost couldn't help but kneel down in front of the gray mist.
The gray fog slowly rose into the sky, blending with the clouds in the sky, and finally formed a huge gray vortex. The vortex rotated slowly, and in the dark center, there were thunder and lightning, as if it was connected to another world.
"This is……"
Yi Yun squinted his eyes, and through the black whirlpool, he saw a large bronze cauldron with three legs and two ears. The cauldron's walls were thick and clumsy, and a writhing black dragon was carved on it. Along with the wisps of black energy, it flowed from the cauldron.
The cauldron spurted out, and the dragon was bathed in the black air, as if it was about to come to life.
"This is the Kanglong Cauldron, and it is also the treasure of Wanshenling's sect."
Brother Ji proudly said that although Ciding is the sect's treasure of Wanshenling, even the ancestors cannot refine it and drive it.
They could only ask the cauldron to come out. As for whether anyone would snatch it from the scene, there was no need to worry. This cauldron had its own consciousness and no one could snatch it away.
"Now, you can sacrifice a drop of your own blood and throw it into the cauldron. If you can cause the Kanglong cauldron to make a clear cry, you are considered qualified! You can become an inner disciple of my sect!"
"If you can elicit a glimmer of divine light from the Kanglong Cauldron, you will become my core disciple at Ten Thousand Gods Ridge!"
"If you can shake the Kanglong Cauldron, as long as your talent is not too bad, you may even become a direct disciple!"
Senior Brother Ji did not continue talking at this point. In fact, shaking the Kanglong Cauldron may lead to treasures. This is what the ancestor values.
However, this is the secret of Wanshenling. Only his direct disciples know about it, and he will not tell these people.
"Start now! Just sacrifice a drop of blood!"
"Want a drop of blood?"
Yi Yun frowned slightly. It didn't matter if he just felt it. If he wanted to sacrifice blood, the blood droplets would contain his own qi and blood marks. Yi Yun always felt that it was not safe to sacrifice them.
At this time, beside Yi Yun, an assessor had already bitten his finger and popped out the blood from his fingertip.
Of course they wouldn't think as much as Yi Yun did. The entrance examination at Wanshenling had been held countless times, and every time nearly ten thousand people sacrificed their blood to smear the Kanglong Cauldron.
They watched helplessly as the blood droplets flew into the whirlpool. However, most of the blood droplets were blown away by the violent flow of vitality the moment they flew into the whirlpool, turning into puffs of blood mist and disappearing.
Only about 10% of the blood drops fell on the Kanglong Cauldron.
However, these blood drops disappeared directly on Ding's body, as if they were absorbed by Kanglong Ding.
The Kanglong Cauldron has not changed. It is still suspended in the huge whirlpool, and its huge and majestic momentum suppresses the world.
Many people were unwilling to fail and still looked at the position where their blood drops were shot out, hoping for a miracle to happen. However, the Kanglong Cauldron was as solid as a mountain and they failed in the end.
"too difficult."
Some people shook their heads, what exactly is the so-called "wisdom root"? How can we shake the Kanglong Cauldron?
Yi Yun watched all this in silence. After the first group of people failed, another group of people bit their fingers, and drops of blood popped out.
There is something weird about this cauldron! Yi Yun was thinking about it when he suddenly saw that in a corner of the square, Old Snake also raised his head and looked at the Kanglong Cauldron suspended in the air. A flash of light flashed in his small eyes.
mango.
Huh? This old man...
Is he also interested in Kanglong Ding?
In Yi Yun's impression, Old Snake was just a cheerful old man. It was rare to see him with such serious eyes.
Is it possible...
Yi Yun suddenly realized a possibility. Maybe the old man was living in Wanshenling because of this Kanglong Cauldron?
Recalling the previous conversations of the four direct disciples of Wanshenling in the forbidden area, and thinking of the old snake selling scalper tickets at the entry examination site, Yi Yun felt that this possibility was not small.