God Destroying Pearl

So, at the signal from the elders, the examinees began to walk towards the examination door in an orderly manner.

Song Yun stood in the crowd, his eyes swept across the faces of many examinees, and then focused on the ancient and heavy examination door.

His heart beat faster involuntarily, and he held the iron token tightly in his hand, which was his certificate for entering this assessment.

However, before queuing up to enter the assessment gate, Song Yun noticed a detail.

He looked around and found that the tokens in everyone's hands were almost different. Some tokens emitted a faint golden light, while others sparkled with a silver-white luster.

He frowned slightly, secretly curious.

"It seems that these tokens are not just symbols of identity, but perhaps they also hide some secrets." Song Yun thought to himself. He carefully observed the gold and silver tokens, trying to find some clues from them.

"Those with gold tokens are granted by the royal family and have special privileges; while those with silver tokens are recommended by major families and also have considerable privileges." An old man next to him seemed to see Song Yun's confusion and explained in a low voice.

When Song Yun heard this, his heart moved.

The token in his hand was an iron token, which meant that he was of a very humble origin.

He took a deep breath to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

Regardless of the token, the content of the assessment is the most important.

In the quiet morning light, the breeze gently blows through the treetops, bringing a hint of fresh air.

However, in this quiet air, a stern scold suddenly sounded, breaking this harmonious tranquility.

"Bold!" A roar exploded like thunder, echoing in the empty field, making people's hearts tremble.

I saw a middle-aged man in a green robe, with a sharp gaze and a powerful aura. He stood at the entrance of the examination site with his hands behind his back and a stern face, as if he was dissatisfied with everything in front of him.

He widened his eyes and stared at a young man in front of him.

The young man was wearing a simple white robe, had a handsome face, and was holding a seemingly ordinary token, and was about to step into the examination venue.

However, his steps suddenly stopped at this scolding, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

"How dare you take the test with a fake token!" the middle-aged man shouted again, his voice full of majesty and anger. He pointed at the token in the boy's hand, his eyes like a knife, as if he wanted to see through the token.

The people around were also attracted by the sudden scolding and turned their eyes here.

Some of them were curious, some were surprised, and some showed a hint of disdain.

After all, in this world full of competition and opportunities, taking an assessment with a fake token is undoubtedly an extremely stupid act.

However, the young man was not frightened by the scolding.

He raised his head and met the stern gaze of the middle-aged man, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "I am not holding a fake token. This is an heirloom in my family. I came here today to take the test to prove its authenticity."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of discussion arose around him.

Some people thought he was just quibbling, while others admired his courage.

The middle-aged man sneered and waved his hand to signal the guards behind him: "Come here, take him down!"

Following the middle-aged man's order, two guards in black armor quickly stepped forward and surrounded the young man on the left and right.

The moment the boy was surrounded by the guards, his heartbeat accelerated, but there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.

He knew that he could not be easily defeated here, otherwise not only would he be unable to prove the authenticity of the token, but it would also bring shame to the family.

Just then, an old man walked over slowly.

His hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He glanced at the surrounded teenager, then looked at the middle-aged man, and then said calmly: "Wait a minute."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the middle-aged man and the guards stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

The old man walked up to the young man and held out his hand: "Let me see the token."

The young man hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the token in his hand to the old man.

The old man took the token, examined it carefully for a moment, and then nodded slightly: "This token... is indeed authentic."

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect the old man to say this. He asked unwillingly, "How is this possible? How could he have such a precious token?"

The old man did not answer him, but returned the token to the boy, then smiled and said: "Young man, you can take the test."

The young man was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, senior! I will definitely perform well!"

Although the middle-aged man was dissatisfied, he did not dare to lose his temper in front of the old man and could only step aside in disappointment.

"The queue continues."

As time went by, fewer and fewer people lined up at the assessment site.

When half of the people had entered, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

All that was heard was a sharp and shrill scream that pierced the air, like an arrow piercing the clouds, shaking everyone's heart.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a man being knocked out of the assessment gate by a dazzling light. His body drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

The man's face was distorted and he was holding his chest in pain. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and unwillingness, and he seemed unable to accept this sudden change.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene and started talking about it.

"Someone, take him away." said the middle-aged man.

"What happened? Why was he knocked out?"

"Did he do something illegal?"

"The test gate has an age limit. People over 20 years old cannot participate."

……

There was a lot of discussion, but soon someone revealed the truth.

It turned out that in order to take part in this assessment, the man forged his identity and concealed his real age in an attempt to get away with it.

However, the Gate of Assessment seems to have magical powers that can see through all falsehoods and disguises.

When it found out that the man was actually over 20 years old, it ruthlessly knocked him away.

After the news came out, the atmosphere on the scene became even more tense.

Those who had originally been hoping for the best began to calm down and no longer dared to hide anything.

Soon it was Song Yun's turn. He held the token tightly and walked towards the towering assessment door with firm steps.

"The token has been verified, go in."

Song Yun thanked him and entered the assessment gate.

Behind the door of assessment is a dreamlike world.

As soon as they stepped in, they felt a strong spiritual energy coming towards them, as if they were in a fairyland.

The scene before my eyes was breathtaking, with clouds and mist filling every corner of the space. It felt as if I was in a sea of ​​clouds, hazy and mysterious.

In this cloud, a huge space gradually emerged.

In the center of the space is a wide square. The ground of the square is paved with an unknown white stone, which is as smooth as a mirror and reflects soft light.

The square is surrounded by rows of exquisitely carved stone pillars that tower into the sky and support the top of the entire space.

In the center of the square stood six huge test columns.

These pillars are about ten feet high and ten feet in diameter, with a faint golden glow on the surface. Intricate runes and patterns are carved on the pillars, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

It is said that these six test pillars are used to test the contestants' spiritual roots and cultivation.

When everyone entered this space, they all consciously quieted down.

They stood at the edge of the square, looking at everything around them with curiosity and awe.

Everyone's heart was filled with anticipation and nervousness, not knowing how they would perform in this assessment.

Six test pillars stood quietly in the center of the square, as if waiting for something.

The golden light they emit is looming in the clouds, adding a sense of mystery to the entire space.

The contestants standing on the edge of the square were infected by this mysterious atmosphere and became more determined and confident.

After all the contestants entered the assessment space one by one, the crowd in the square gradually subsided.

The figure of the elder appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing a long robe, his hair and beard were all white, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

The elder cleared his throat, his voice loud and clear: "Everyone, welcome to our sect's assessment site. Here, I will tell you how to proceed with the next assessment." He pointed to the center of the square, "Everyone, please follow my instructions and line up in three teams. The three test pillars on the left are used to test your spiritual roots; the three on the right are used to test your cultivation."

Upon hearing this, everyone began to move and formed three teams according to the elder's instructions.

The team was neat and orderly, and everyone seemed nervous and expectant.

Seeing this, the elder nodded slightly and continued, "Before the test, I would like to announce an important decision to everyone. Due to the large number of people participating in the assessment this year, reaching as many as 5006 people, our sect has carefully considered and decided to recruit an additional 300 menial disciples in addition to the originally planned 100 formal disciples."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a small commotion in the square.

Some people showed joy on their faces, thinking that this was a rare opportunity; some people frowned, worried that this would affect the selection criteria for formal disciples.

Seeing this, the elder waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Please rest assured, our sect has always adhered to the principles of fairness, justice, and openness in the selection of disciples. Whether you are a formal disciple or a chores disciple, we will make a decision based on your strength and performance. Moreover, chores disciples do not have no chance to be promoted to formal disciples. As long as you work hard and perform well, you will also have the opportunity to gain the sect's recognition."

The elder's words reassured everyone. They knew that this was a good opportunity to show their strength and talent. Whether they would eventually become formal disciples or menial disciples, they had to go all out and fight for their future.

With the elder's order, the test officially began.

Everyone stepped forward and took the test in order.