Chapter four hundred and ninetieth through three levels
Zhou Yuan's figure stood at the top of the stone pillar. His face, which originally still had a fierce look, was a little stagnant at this time. He looked at the Tianyang figure that was gradually dissipating behind him, as if he had never recovered.
The pressure of Origin Qi released by that figure was so terrifying that it almost crushed Zhou Yuan, but why did it break like the moon in the water with one blow when it really came into contact?
"Passed?"
Zhou Yuan lowered his head and looked at the blood all over his body. The previous scene was obviously not an illusion. The terrifying pressure was indeed real.
Zhou Yuan looked at the disappearing figure behind him again, his brows furrowed, and after a long while, he finally had a vague understanding.
"Perhaps the test of this level is not really to defeat the Tianyang figure, but to test whether he has the courage to attack a strong man of this level.
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Under that kind of terrifying pressure, ordinary people would be scared out of their wits and would only struggle to support or even give up. But for them to take the initiative to face the pressure of Tianyang's figure and launch an attack, I don't know what is needed.
What courage.
It also requires a kind of unwillingness and resilience to still refuse to give up in desperate situations, and to find a glimmer of hope even if you try your best.
In this third level, if Zhou Yuan chose to turn the stone needle for the second time at the beginning, even if he finally chose Taichu's figure, he might not be able to pass it smoothly.
Of course, even if he chooses the figure of Tianyang, if Zhou Yuan loses his courage under that kind of terrifying pressure and chooses to retreat instead of moving forward, it may be difficult for him to pass the test.
The road to becoming a strong man is full of hardships and dangers, and you don’t know how many desperate situations you will encounter. If you don’t have the strength and courage to push yourself to the limit, how easy will it be to break out of the siege and climb higher step by step?
Zhou Yuan took a deep breath to calm down the excitement in his heart. Only then did he understand what Mr. Xuan meant before.
This level should not be feared.
Neither the fear of choice nor the fear of facing Tianyang's figure can exist, otherwise, this level will never be passed.
But fortunately, Zhou Yuan succeeded in the end.
boom!
And when Zhou Yuan couldn't help clenching his fists, a low voice suddenly came from the back of the hall. He raised his head and saw that the closed bronze door there was slowly opening at this moment.
"Three trials, pass!"
At the same time, that indifferent and majestic voice resounded.
The origin energy in Zhou Yuan's body surged, scattering all the blood stains on his body. With a little tip of his toe, he floated down and arrived in front of the bronze gate.
He looked at the gate in front of him, and he knew that behind the gate, he should be able to truly enter the main peak of Saint Origin Peak.
This year's hard training in Cangxuan Sect has finally come to fruition.
At this time, even with Zhou Yuan's temperament, there was a touch of excitement in his eyes, and then he no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and stepped directly into it.
"The second holy pattern, here I come!"
clang!
And the moment Zhou Yuan stepped into the door, it seemed that there was an ancient and loud bell that began to ring among the mountains.
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Time moved forward, when Zhou Yuan was still struggling in the three trials, outside the main peak, many eyes of the Cangxuan Sect were cast here.
However, due to the cover of the seal, even Headmaster Qingyang and the five peak masters were unable to observe what was going on.
Everyone can only wait for the final result.
This kind of waiting is undoubtedly a bit boring, and many disciples chatted constantly when they were bored.
"Can Zhou Yuan do this? It's been so long. The chiefs of Saint Origin Peak in the past few years didn't seem to need this long, right?"
"So they all failed."
"Haha, does it mean you can succeed if you do it for a long time?"
"I have heard that the three trials of Saint Origin Peak were set up by the ancestor himself. In the past, if a disciple was ambitious, he could pass the test. If he could pass it, he would be punished by the ancestor.
Personal guidance, you know, this is something that the headmaster and several peak masters could only enjoy back then!"
"Yes, when our Cangxuan Sect was at its peak, many talented disciples tried to break through, but those who could pass in the end were extremely rare."
"Even many geniuses at that time were unable to break through. How easy is it for Zhou Yuan to break through?"
"In my opinion, it is still difficult to open the gate to Saint Origin Peak this time."
"..."
Countless whispers continued, spreading throughout the mountains and plains.
In that ancient and dilapidated square, the disciples of Shen Taiyuan and Lu Song also had solemn expressions. They wanted to refute the voices coming from them, but they couldn't say anything when they reached their lips.
Because they know very well how difficult it is to break through, otherwise, Saint Origin Peak would not have declined more and more over the years.
Zhou Yuan is indeed excellent, but if they say that he will definitely be able to pass the test, maybe even they themselves don't believe it.
For now, they can only wait quietly.
Compared with their anxious waiting, the disciples of Lu Hong's lineage looked on with cold eyes, especially Lu Hong, who had a sneer on his lips. Zhou Yuan had caused their lineage to be in a miserable situation now, so Lu Hong was naturally quite proud.
Hatred, but because of the rules, I dare not do anything.
But now, it would be a relief to see Zhou Yuan fail.
Aren't you, Zhou Yuan, very powerful? You can still snatch the chief disciple, but in the end, isn't it also a failure?
And next year, the chiefs of each peak will participate. Then we will see how much dignity this Saint Origin Peak will have.
High in the sky.
Headmaster Qingyang and the five peak masters were all sitting on the light lotus, staring deeply at the towering main peak shrouded in mist. They naturally heard the sounds that filled the mountains and plains, but they did not stop them. After all, they also knew very well.
The difficulty of the three trials.
"It does take a long time." Peak Master Lingjun suddenly said calmly.
"Why are you anxious?" Peak Master Lianyi said casually.
Headmaster Qingyang raised his palm and interrupted the two of them. His face was slightly condensed as if he were listening. After a moment, he suddenly said: "The mysterious bell is ringing!"
Peak Master Lingjun, Peak Master Lianyi and others all had their eyes fixed.
The silence lasted for ten breaths, and then, an ancient and melodious chime of a bell slowly came out from the main peak shrouded in mist, and finally resounded throughout the world.
All the noise stopped at this time.
Countless eyes suddenly raised, staring at the main peak, listening to the sound of the bell.
They all know that when the bell rings, it means the breakthrough is over.
Only the seven ringings of the Xuan Bell can truly be counted as passing the three levels of the trial. Over the years, countless disciples have stopped beyond the seven ringings.
Elders Shen Taiyuan and Lu Song also had nervous expressions on their old faces.
In the silence of heaven and earth, only the sound of bells echoed.
clang!
clang!
clang!
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The chime of the bell continued one after another, and soon it reached six rings.
Countless people held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.
After six rings, the bell stagnated slightly.
The sneer at the corner of Lu Hong's mouth suddenly widened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just when he exhaled that breath, there was another loud and clear bell chime between heaven and earth, slowly coming from the main peak...
Seven rings!
Wow!
The whole world seemed to be boiling at this moment.