A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 352: Will you step onto the altar?
Although these registered disciples were very uncomfortable under the extremely powerful spiritual pressure, it didn't take long before they began to move their bodies with difficulty, staggering forward like zombies, moving slowly.

Under such heavy pressure, their souls seemed to have lost the ability to control their bodies flexibly.

Duan Rong and the other three were in the middle of the team.

Duan Rong's soul is powerful, and his perception is more delicate than that of the registered disciples around him.

He clearly felt that with every step he took forward, the descending spiritual pressure would increase slightly, even though the increase was not much with each step, but when added up along the way, it would become a huge amount.

As the team moved forward, some people began to tremble like sieved chaff.

Soon, someone at the front of the team began to cross the white line. Crossing the white line meant that they had passed the first round of the assessment.

But it doesn't mean that those who walk in front will get the advantage.

Because the strength of the soul at the white line is constant, no matter who you are, as long as you can withstand the intensity of the soul pressure there, you will be able to cross it.

Otherwise, it will definitely not work. There is no room for tricks here!

Among the people at the front of the team, there was a fair-skinned, frail young man. It seemed that if he took one more step forward, he would be able to cross the white line.

He looked at the mark on the ground, which seemed to be made by spreading white lime, and his eyes moved slightly.

Only by crossing this line can you pass the first assessment!

He raised his right foot slightly, but at the moment he raised it, a great fear suddenly surged from the depths of his soul.

The fear was like an abyss, instantly enveloping him and even defeating him.

Death! That's death!
The fear was like death, and it was so real.

In fact, the moment he raised his foot, his body only tilted forward slightly.

Just this little bit, at that moment, he should have been shattered to death, but Jiang Hanyan's piano playing on the altar saved him.

Although he didn't know that it was Jiang Hanyan's piano playing that saved him, the death-like fear in his heart filled his entire body so realistically.

His face turned pale almost instantly without a trace of blood. His feeling told him that he could not go forward any further. If he moved even half a step, he would be in great fear.

However, the white line was right in front of him, and how could he let it go given the size difference?

Just give up and return home sadly?

The young man's face was pale as a trace, and his two dark eyes showed hesitation.

But when he looked ahead, he saw three people who had already crossed the white line and were still moving slowly, and suddenly his eyes became stern.

Maybe it's nothing at all?
Perhaps the great fear like death was just his illusion, his inner demon. If he takes this step, he will reach the threshold!
He suddenly bit his lip and let the horrible feeling overwhelm him. With a fierce look in his eyes, he took half a step forward and the toe of one foot had already stepped on the edge of the white line.

Just as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly felt as if he was being pulled away. The scene in front of him became blurry and in an instant he fell to the ground with a thud.

Just when he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, a figure as fast as a ghost flashed to his side, picked him up and ran out of the team.

The man carried the unconscious young man out of the team and placed him on the ground next to a large bluestone. There were already three people lying on the ground, all unconscious.

On the large bluestone, the leader who was supervising their assessment put his hands holding the bronze chime behind his back and glanced coldly at the group of registered disciples who were moving their feet with difficulty.

Many registered disciples fainted and fell before they even reached the white line.

There were also some people who had just walked a short distance and then stood there, hesitating to move forward, and there was a strong fear in the eyes of these people.

Duan Rong and the other three were almost reaching the white line.

Duan Rong walked while observing Xiao Yu's condition from time to time.

After staggering for a short distance, Duan Rong could already see that Xiao Yu was the weakest among the four of them.

He was a little worried at this moment whether Xiao Yu could cross the white line.

Seeing that the white line was not far away, Duan Rong deliberately slowed down and followed behind Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu saw Duan Rong out of the corner of her eye, and a warm feeling surged through her heart.

She knew that Duan Rong followed her because he was afraid that something might happen to her.

"Focus." Duan Rong reminded quietly, "Relax your body. Focus your attention."

Xiao Yu hummed lightly, her eyes became focused, and she tried to make some adjustments according to what Duan Rong said.

She moved slowly towards the white line.

Seeing Xiao Yu slowly moving across the white line, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yu wanted to turn her head and smile at Duan Rong, but her soul was weak and she was under a very strong spiritual pressure at this moment. Her body was a little stiff and she could not move freely for a while.

Duan Rong turned his head slightly and saw that Ximen Kankan and Shen Mizhi had also crossed the white line.

At this time, he also moved his feet and crossed the white line.

Looking up, I saw that there were actually not many people crossing the white line in front of me.

The figures near the white line have already begun to become sparse, and the figures become denser as you go further back.

Duan Rong continued to move forward beside Xiao Yu.

After crossing the white line and moving a few steps, Xiao Yu's body suddenly trembled. She raised her foot for a long time and did not dare to put it down.

Intense fear welled up in her eyes, and her pretty face instantly lost its color!

Xiao Yu slowly put her raised foot back to its original position. Duan Rong turned his head to look at her.

Xiao Yu gave Duan Rong a sad smile and said, "I'm here. Duan Rong, please move forward. I'm here, watching you."

When Xiao Yu said that she was looking at him, her eyes were really fixed on him.

Duan Rong's heart moved and he nodded slightly. Then he turned his head and his eyes went straight past the red line three meters away and looked at the altar farther away.

In front of the large cauldron in the center of the altar, Jiang Hanyan was sitting cross-legged, concentrating on playing the piano, with his eyes lowered, ignoring all living beings.

The sound of the piano echoed in the valley like the tide...

Duan Rong looked forward and saw Ximen Kankan also walked in front of Shen Mizhi.

Just when Duan Rong walked to Shen Mizhi's side, Shen Mizhi's right foot slightly raised, her body suddenly trembled, and her face changed abruptly!

Duan Rong knew that Shen Mizhi's current position had reached the limit of her soul. In that instant just now, she had experienced the feeling of death.

But the fear in Shen Mizhi's eyes turned into intense madness in just a moment. She smiled evilly and took a firm half step forward.

The next moment, she fell unconscious beside Duan Rong.

But after the registered disciples who crossed the white line fainted, no one came to carry them away, but instead they were left there fainted.

Duan Rong glanced at Shen Mizhi and shook his head slightly.

Shen Mizhi and Xiao Yu are really two different types of people.

After Xiao Yu senses the feeling of death, she will retract her feet. She will not choose to take the risk.

Because there is someone behind her and there is someone in her eyes.

Behind her stood Xiao Zongting and Zhu Xiaoqi.

Duan Rong also knew that her eyes were staring at his back at this moment.

But Shen Mizhi had no one behind her and no one in her eyes. Although she had Shen Yanliu as her father, Shen Yanliu was obsessed with power and wanted to climb up the social ladder. I am afraid that he often ignored her feelings.

During the Elite Selection Meeting, Duan Rong saw that deep inside Shen Mizhi's heart, there lived a stubborn, crazy, and injured soul. Duan Rong passed Shen Mizhi and continued to move forward. As he walked forward from here, the pressure on his soul became heavier and heavier.

Not far ahead, Ximen Kankan had already walked to the red line, but at this moment, the fat all over his body suddenly trembled.

Ximen Kankan couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The top of a solitary peak in the southeast of the valley.

Zhu He sat in his seat, gently stroking his beard, looking at the figure on the altar in the center of the valley, and the clear sound of a piano came faintly.

Zhu He couldn't help but praise: "Junior Sister Lin, Han Yan's skill in the Tidal Purifying Heart Mantra seems to have improved a lot compared to three years ago!"

Hearing this, Lin Youjian rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think my Hanyan is eating for free? It's been three years, what? Can't she make any progress?"

Zhu He was choked and stagnated. But he only complained in his heart, "When did I say that I would not let Han Yan benefit from it?" He did not respond to Lin Youjian.

Seeing Zhu He's defeat, Lin Youjian's expression brightened slightly and he said, "But Han Yan's Tidal Heart Cleansing Mantra only works on the periphery. After crossing that red line, it all depends on them."

Lu Zhongtang suddenly said, "The periphery will do. Those who can cross the red line have very strong souls, and it is not so easy for them to die from a broken soul."

At this moment, Ge Rushong, who was sitting next to Lu Zhongtang, suddenly said, "Look, there's a guy backing away."

"where?"

"where?"

These old guys on the top of the mountain were obviously interested as well.

"It's right here, at the entrance of the canyon." Ge Rushong stood up and pointed to a place.

Ge Rushong was pointing at the entrance to the canyon where Duan Rong and his group were. The person who was retreating was Ximen Kankan.

"I just saw this kid. He couldn't cross the red line. Others who couldn't cross it were just holding on, but he started to slip back." An elder at the other end said with a smile.

"He feels uncomfortable staying there. What a sly fellow." Ge Rushong said, "As for this kid, even if he achieves the cyclone realm in the future, I will definitely not accept such a guy as my disciple."

After Ge Rushong finished his last sentence, he suddenly sneezed.

How could he have imagined at that time that many years later, he would be slapped in the face by these words.

As Duan Rong was walking, he suddenly saw Ximen Kankan slipping away.

Ximen Kankan walked up to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong asked, "What are you doing?"

Ximen Kankan winked at him and said, "It's uncomfortable to stay over there. I'll move back a little."

Duan Rong was speechless. This kid!?
Most of the registered disciples in the arena were holding on, and quite a few fainted. I'm afraid this guy was the only one who slipped back.

Ximen Kankan retreated until he was not far from Xiao Yu before he stopped. If he retreated any further, he would have gone beyond the white line.

Xiao Yu looked at Ximen Kankan suspiciously and asked, "Why did you come back?"

Ximen Kankan said with fear in his eyes: "That red line is too scary. I want to stay away from it."

When Xiao Yu heard this, he was startled because he saw that Duan Rong was about to reach the red line.

She hoped that Duan Rong could cross the red line, but she was also afraid that Duan Rong would faint and get hurt. Her heart was mixed with worry and hope, and she was so nervous that her hands were twisted together.

Duan Rong crossed over the red line without much pause.

But after crossing the red line, his soul began to feel a slight pain due to the pressure.

Duan Rong keenly noticed that after crossing the red line, the soothing effect of the piano music seemed to have weakened a lot, and even had almost no effect.

Duan Rong stood there, looking sideways slightly, and saw that near the altar, there were only a few people at the other four canyon entrances who had crossed the red line. His canyon entrance was even more miserable, as he was the only one there!

It seems that it is not easy to be exempted from the second assessment!
Not to mention, once he stepped onto the altar, he could directly advance to an outer disciple!

At this time, on the top of the solitary peak in the southeast of the valley, many people stood up from their seats.

These elders from the Council of Elders did not come here to watch the fun. What they wanted to see was how many people could cross the red line.
Of course, it also depends on whether anyone can step onto the mountain altar to offer sacrifices. However, they don't hold out hope for that.

Ge Rushong stood there, looking at the valley below, and shook his head slowly, saying, "It's true that each generation is worse than the last! This year, only eleven people have crossed the red line. If I remember correctly, this seems to be the second to last in a hundred years."

Lu Zhongtang said: "Elder Ge is not mistaken. This year is indeed the second to last, and the worst time was twenty-one years ago when there were nine people."

Ge Rusong turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Lu is still the most knowledgeable and has a good memory!"

Lu Zhongtang smiled casually but said nothing.

However, the elders on the top all looked unhappy. The lack of successors and the decline of talent were not a good thing for the sect!

And the past twenty or thirty years have not been going well. Isn't the responsibility their elders' council has?
Although it is related to the rampant Filthy Blood Cult? But that is probably not the only reason! ?
Duan Rong looked at the lonely figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar and moved his feet with difficulty.

With every step he took, he could feel the stabbing pain in his soul deepening slightly.

But the stinging pain was just like a needle gently picking the surface of the hair.

It just hurt a little, and then it passed.

After all, Duan Rong had achieved the eleventh level of the Taizang Sutra, and his mental strength had reached the twelfth level. His spiritual strength was also quite strong.

The red line was only about half a meter away from the edge of the altar.

Within this half-meter range, the figures who had crossed the red line at the other four canyon entrances gradually stopped, and two of them even fainted on the ground.

But Duan Rong was still moving slowly.

His speed was very slow, almost like a turtle crawling, but there was no sign of his speed slowing down.

The elders on the top of the solitary peak now focused their attention on Duan Rong.

Because within the red line, outside the altar, there was only his figure, still slowly moving...

The figure was slow but determined.

"Brother Lu, did you see that?" Zhu He suddenly looked at Lu Zhongtang and said, "This kid's speed doesn't seem to have slowed down."

Lu Zhongtang said, "That's right. After crossing the red line, the pressure from the soul will increase with every half inch. He walked to this point without slowing down, which means that the increase in the pressure from the soul did not cause him any real trouble."

Duan Rong walked towards the altar step by step. He did not expect that there were more than ten pairs of eyes on the solitary peak, staring at him.

But as he got closer and closer to the altar, Duan Rong's steps trembled slightly, and the pain in his soul intensified.

"Look, it's time to step onto the stairs!"

The elders on the solitary peak suddenly held their breath.

If someone can step onto the ladder, the results of this class will not be considered bad, but may even be considered very good.

It often takes 20 to 30 years for someone to be able to step onto the ladder.

The person who can walk up the nine steps to the altar only appears once every few hundred years.

The last person who stepped onto the altar was the current leader of Taiyi Sect, Chu Qiushan.

He stepped onto the altar one hundred and eighty years ago, and no one followed in his footsteps in the following one hundred and eighty years.

This altar has been lonely for too long.

(End of this chapter)