System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

In the world of cultivation, every opportunity is like a raging storm, attracting countless cultivators to flock to it.

This time, the God-Slaying Guard's assessment became a battlefield for various forces to compete for power.

The mysterious star chart in the alluring woman's hand originally shone with a full hundred points of light, symbolizing the many outstanding talents participating in this assessment.

As the assessment time slowly slipped away like quicksand, everyone eagerly awaited the return of the large number of cultivators, but the triumphant return of the cultivators was nowhere to be seen.

"Strange, what time is it? Where is everyone?" The alluring woman frowned, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes. Her fingers gently caressed the edge of the astrolabe, but the delicate touch could not soothe her restless heart.

After much hesitation, she decided to take out her horoscope to find out what was going on.

When the eerie blue light illuminated the star chart, the scene it presented horrified her and the bald, armored man beside her.

What was once a plate full of bright spots has now dwindled to less than forty, meaning that a full 60% of the disciples from the sects and tribes of Qingtian County have disappeared in this assessment.

"This...how is this possible?" The bald, armored man's eyes widened like copper bells, his face filled with shock and confusion. He snatched the star chart and stared at it intently, as if that would make the vanished points of light reappear.

"This is too strange!" He frowned, slowly returning the star chart to the alluring woman, and said in a low voice, "Although this small world was invaded by the demonic energy emanating from the void rift, those troublesome and bizarre creatures were all cleaned up by my God-Slaying Guard immortals. How could there be such heavy casualties?"

The alluring woman nodded slowly, a thoughtful glint in her bewitching eyes: "Indeed, if there are any survivors, they are at most at the level of Yuan Shen Dao Ren in strength. Moreover, that strange creature only dares to launch sneak attacks by taking advantage of the special properties of demonic energy, and never engages in direct combat."

The armored bald man nodded solemnly and said, "Even if a small team is attacked by a strange creature and loses several members, it shouldn't be wiped out entirely. Logically speaking, even if they gave up joining the Godslayer Guard, this shouldn't be the result."

The two communicated telepathically, their expressions growing increasingly solemn. Suddenly, a terrifying possibility surfaced in their minds.

"Hmph, although the God-Slaying Guard assessment doesn't explicitly prohibit cultivators from fighting each other, so many people dying at once... if some of them have powerful backgrounds or status, we'll have a hard time explaining ourselves." The armored bald man sneered, his gaze sharp as he scanned the cultivators returning to the plaza ahead, including Chen Xuan and his group of four.

At this moment, Chen Xuan, along with his senior brothers Wang Kaixuan, Ziyu, and Yue Ming, found a quiet place and sat cross-legged with their eyes closed.

He was immersed in restoring his spiritual energy, his aura was stable, and it was as if the noise of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Just as he was feeling incredibly comfortable as the spiritual energy slowly flowed back, a cold, hawk-like gaze suddenly swept over him.

Chen Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and turned his head sharply to look. He saw the two Nascent Soul Daoists who were presiding over the God-Slaying Guard assessment staring intently at them with faces so gloomy they seemed to drip water.

Although Chen Xuan felt a slight unease, he quickly calmed down. He was confident that his actions were flawless and impossible to detect.

So, without making a sound, he whispered to the people around him, "Be quiet and don't give anything away."

In the world of cultivators, time seems to be under a spell, always passing by in a flash. Chen Xuan had only temporarily closed his eyes to recover, and when he opened them again, it was already two days later, back at the God-Slaying Guard's base.

Today is the last day of the five-month assessment period.

"Whoosh—" The mountain-guarding formation at the God-Slaying Guard's branch point pulsated violently, and a powerful wave of spiritual energy rippled outwards. Everyone looked up and saw a cold and stern woman dressed in a blood-red dress flying over like a blood-red meteor.