The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

The host on the Lingwu stage announced that the spiritual root test was about to begin, and a draw would determine the test order.

His voice spread throughout the square through the amplification spell. The originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

The host waved his hand, and a large bamboo stick holder appeared on the stage, filled with numbered bamboo sticks. "Children taking the test, please come up and draw your sticks in turn. The numbers on the sticks will indicate your test order," the host announced loudly.

Accompanied by their parents, the children began to walk onto the stage in an orderly fashion to draw lots. Some were so nervous their hands were shaking as they struggled to pull a single stick from the tube; others, with a confident expression, quickly pulled out their sticks and eagerly examined them.

The people in the audience craned their necks, watching the children's every move, silently praying that their own children would get a good order near the front. For a moment, the atmosphere in Lingwu Square was tense and full of anticipation.

When the host calls someone's number, that person will go up and put his hand on the spirit ball. If someone has potential spiritual roots, the distinction and level of the spiritual roots will be displayed on the spirit ball.

At this moment, the children in the audience clenched their fists nervously, staring at the host without blinking. Parents, on the side, gently comforted their children, but at the same time, they were also filled with anxiety.

The host began calling out the names in order. The child whose name was called hurriedly walked onto the stage, nervous and expectant, and carefully placed their hand on the spirit ball. At first, the ball didn't react, and the child's face was instantly filled with disappointment. But just as they were about to remove their hand, the ball suddenly burst into light, with varying colors and intensities. The audience erupted in exclamations, and the child's parents were moved to tears.

The children whose numbers had not yet been called grew increasingly nervous. Some took deep breaths to calm themselves, while others silently prayed for spiritual roots. The entire scene was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

Presided over the ceremony to pay respects to Emperor Nanyuan and Yun Mohan (Nangong Han).

The host looked respectful, his hands clasped together, his waist bent at a near right angle, and he expressed his respect to Emperor Nanyuan and Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) with an extremely humble attitude. His eyes were full of awe, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was facing a supreme being.

Emperor Nanyuan nodded slightly, a dignified yet friendly smile on his face. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) looked indifferent, his eyes calmly looking at the host, and gently waved his hand, motioning him to stand.

The host then stood up straight, but still kept his head down, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The host said loudly: "The spiritual root test begins now!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the square. For a moment, the already quiet square became even more silent, and everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the stage.

The host took a deep breath and continued, "The child who drew number one, please come to the stage!"

As he finished speaking, a thin but determined little boy emerged from the crowd and walked slowly and resolutely onto the stage. His hands were clenched into fists, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, clearly indicating his nervousness.

The little boy came to the spirit ball, and in the expectant gaze of everyone, he slowly stretched out his trembling little hand and gently placed it on the spirit ball.

Little Mu Han looked at the stage with curiosity, his eyes wide open, not blinking, afraid to miss any details. His little head was filled with all kinds of questions and imaginations, wondering what the scene would be like when he went up to take the test.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) saw his son's urgency, and An gently comforted him: "Little Muhan" Don't be afraid,

Lin Luochuan and Gu Beichen also echoed: "Yes, little Mu Han, don't be afraid! Our little Mu Han is the bravest.

Little Mu Han was a little shy when his two uncles praised him. He buried his head in Xing Xuanli's (Duanmu Li) chest. Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) lowered her head and kissed her son's little head. In a language that only she and her son could understand, she said, "Baby, remember, when you go up later, don't reveal your true strength. Understand?"

Xiao Muhan nodded and said, "Yeah, don't worry! Mother,

The first child placed his hand on the spirit ball, which instantly emitted a green light, stunning everyone present.

The green light was like new buds bursting with vitality in spring, brilliant and dazzling. There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and people were talking and discussing.

"This child actually possesses such a rare spiritual root!" an old man couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes, judging by the intensity of this light, he must have extraordinary talent." The person next to him echoed, his eyes full of envy and surprise.

The child's parents were so excited that they burst into tears and hugged each other tightly. They knew that their child's future would change because of this.

The host announced loudly: "The spiritual root attribute is wood, and the level is quite high. This child has a bright future!"

The atmosphere on the field was instantly ignited, and people were even more looking forward to the next test.

The host called out the number again, his voice ringing out clearly in the noisy square: "Number two!"

This voice broke the brief silence, and a little girl in blue timidly walked onto the stage. Her steps were a little shaky, and it was obvious that she was very nervous.

The little girl came to the spirit ball, took a deep breath, and slowly placed her hand on it. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the spirit ball, waiting for the light to appear.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the spirit ball without blinking. The square was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed to stretch uncontrollably long. The little girl's face was filled with nervousness and anticipation, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

Finally, the spirit ball responded, emitting a blue light that flickered like ripples on a clear lake.

The light on the spirit ball continued to change, the originally pure blue gradually blending into a hint of purple, and the intensity of the light continued to increase. Everyone stared with wide eyes, their mouths wide with surprise.

"This...what's going on?" someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Could it be dual spiritual roots?" A knowledgeable old man frowned and guessed.

As the light gradually stabilized, the host's voice trembled with excitement: "The spiritual root attributes are water and thunder. Such talent is truly rare!"

The audience erupted in an uproar, everyone was amazed, and they all looked at the little girl with envy and admiration. The little girl herself looked at the spirit ball in disbelief, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

Xiao Muhan's number is 10, so Xiao Muhan still needs to wait.

He sat next to Yun Mohan (Nangong Wan), his small body slightly tense with nervousness, his hands tightly clutching the corners of his clothes. His eyes would occasionally glance at the test bench, then quickly avert their gaze.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) felt Xiao Muhan's nervousness, touched his head gently, and said, "Muhan, don't be anxious, be patient and wait."

Little Mu Han nodded obediently, but the expectation and uneasiness in his eyes were still difficult to conceal.

The host continued to call out numbers: "Number three!"

A chubby little boy trotted onto the stage, his face a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Without hesitation, he placed his hand on the orb, which flickered a few times before emitting an orange glow.

The host announced loudly: "The spiritual root attribute is earth."

When the little boy heard the result, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, but he still walked off the stage quickly.

"Number four!" The host's voice sounded again.

A little girl with two ponytails walked onto the stage. She timidly placed her hand on the spirit ball, which emitted a pale yellow light.

"The spiritual root attribute is gold." said the host.

The test was carried out in an orderly manner and soon it was number nine.

"Number nine!"

A thin boy walked onto the stage, and the spirit ball emitted a faint red light.

"The spiritual root attribute is fire, and the level is relatively low." The host's voice was flat.

At this time, Xiao Muhan's heartbeat became more and more violent, and it was soon his turn.

The host yelled, "Number 10!"

When Xiao Muhan heard his number being called out by the host, his heart rose to his throat. He tried hard to calm his nervousness. He took a deep breath and walked up to the test bench with firm steps.

Everyone in the audience focused their attention on his small figure, and Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli clenched their fists nervously.

Little Mu Han stood in front of the spirit ball, closed his eyes, then slowly stretched out his little hand and gently placed it on the spirit ball.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone was waiting for the spirit ball to give the result.

The orb exploded instantly, its powerful impact causing the entire test bench to tremble slightly. The entire area erupted in an uproar, with people staring wide-eyed in disbelief at what they were witnessing.

Xiao Muhan was startled by the sudden explosion and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

The host was so shocked by this accident that his face turned pale and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli in the audience were extremely anxious. Yun Mohan flashed and jumped onto the test bench in an instant, holding little Muhan tightly in his arms.

"Mu Han, are you okay?" Yun Mohan asked anxiously.

Xiao Muhan shook his head, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

At this time, the crowd began to talk.

"What's going on? Why would the spirit ball explode?"

"Is this child some ominous person?"

Various speculations and doubts arose one after another. Yun Mohan glared at everyone in the audience and shouted, "Shut up!"

Xing Xuanli also hurried to the stage, hugged little Mu Han, and said distressedly: "Don't be afraid, son, your parents are here.

Just as the scene fell into chaos, a mysterious old man slowly walked over. He looked at Xiao Muhan with deep eyes, as if he had seen something.

Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) recalled that when she was in the Ziyun Secret Realm, her four masters had told her that Xiao Muhan and her own spiritual roots could not be measured by ordinary spirit balls.

Her thoughts were instantly drawn back to the time in the Purple Cloud Secret Realm. Back then, the four masters had said to her solemnly, "Xuanli, you must remember that you and Xiao Muhan's spiritual roots are extremely special, and ordinary spirit balls cannot detect them. If you encounter such things in the future, do not panic."

At this moment, watching the spirit ball explode before her, Xing Xuanli suddenly realized something, and her worries were instantly alleviated. She looked at little Mu Han, who was being held in Yun Mo Han's arms, with a look of determination and composure in her eyes.

Yun Mohan noticed the change in Xing Xuanli's expression and asked, "Li'er, do you know what's going on?"

Xing Xuanli nodded slightly and said, "The masters mentioned this matter when we were in the Purple Cloud Secret Realm."

Yun Mohan frowned and asked doubtfully, "Purple Cloud Secret Realm? Master?