Like a beacon of light in the darkness, disciples from all over flooded towards the arch and the town behind it. John and the rest followed suit as well, and the four quickly approached the arch, which seed to be brimming with power.
The arch was forty feet tall and forty feet wide, and spanned the length of the town entrance. Dozens of disciples flooded through the arch every minute, each pausing for a short while for so reason before continuing onwards.
“Let’s go,” John said as he stepped below the arch, as did the rest of the group.
Imdiately, an incredibly strong and profound, yet surprisingly gentle energy invaded their bodies. It was clearly stemming from the arch above.
John allowed the energy to invade his body, as he was powerless to resist it. It was similar to the energy that had scanned him when he and the rest had entered the realm, only it scanned even more of his body.
The energy invaded his muscles, bones, ridians, soul and even his dantian. Such an invasion was normally sothing that a cultivator would struggle with all their might against, but this energy was clearly not dangerous.
After a brief ten seconds, the energy faded away, and allowed John and the others to move forward past the arch. They moved to the side of the road, out of the way of the other disciples entering through the arch, who were all experiencing the sa thing..
“What just happened?” Adam asked curiously as the group huddled together.
“I’m not sure,” John replied.
“Ah, the mark,” Chase suddenly exclaid as he felt a sensation below his collarbone. He pulled down the neck of his robe, and quickly inspected the mark on his upper chest.
The number, which had been zero when they all entered, had now changed. Its new value was eleven. Adam and Iris quickly inspected their mark as well, revealing their scores for the others.
“I got ten,” Adam exclaid.
“Fifteen for !” Iris said, a look of satisfaction on her face as she had scored higher than Adam.
“This stupid test must be broken if you scored higher than ,” Adam grumbled in protest.
“Or…I’m just more talented than you all,” Iris replied with a tinge of satisfied amusent.
“We have no idea what that arch just tested,” Adam exclaid. “For all we know, it could be testing how much of a pain in the ass everyone is, which would perfectly explain your score.”
“You…are such an asshole,” Iris harrumphed with displeasure. A look of satisfaction appeared on Adam’s face, and he was about to say sothing else when Chase cut him off.
“We have no idea what that arch tested, but it was most likely sothing to do with combat talent. It scanned our bodies, our ridians, and even our dantians. These aspects mostly affect cultivation proficiency and combat prowess, while it ignores things like alchemy and formations knowledge, and specialized talents,” Chase said to the group as his gaze shifted to John. “If my guess is right, then John should have a score even higher than us and Iris.”
Adam and Iris stopped their petty squabble as they too glanced over to John. In the heat of the mont, they had completely forgotten about hearing what his score was. John’s gaze shifted to his chest as he lowered the neck of his robe for all to see his score.
Their eyes widened for a mont, before they each laughed lightly in knowing expectation.
“I should have known you would have achieved such a freakish score,” Adam replied. “First the dantian compressions, and now this. Do you have any limits at all?
John shrugged at Adam’s question, as he couldn’t be bothered to answer sothing like that.
“Still, John’s score of thirty two all but confirms my suspicions,” Chase chid up once again. “The arch most likely tested natural talent, with the criteria I listed before.”
“Unfair,” Adam chid up once again in protest. “When will the formation favored trials start appearing?”
“When you stop whining like a child,” Iris replied as she rolled her eyes.
John groaned as he heard the two begin to argue again, as he realized he would be hearing them bicker the entire ti they road this land.
“What did you get?” a voice bood out from behind them, causing John and the rest to look at the source of the voice. It was another group of eight disciples from another sect, who had huddled together to discuss their scores. They each wore a dark blue robe, with a crescent moon embroidered on the back of it.
“I got nine,” one of the disciples replied. “What did you get?”
“Eleven!”
“Thirteen!”
“Ten!”
“Eleven!”
“Eight,”
“Twelve!”
“Fifteen!”
The group listed off their scores for the others to hear, with the highest being fifteen, the sa as Iris. The one who had ntioned fifteen seed to be the leader of the group, who was a male of around eighteen or nineteen years of age. He had a Middle Heaven Tribulation cultivation, and his aura was quite powerful.
In fact, John was sure that this youth would give Rael and Lily a good fight, making it all the more impressive that Iris scored the sa as him. John’s gaze shifted away from the group after a mont and back to his friends. His gaze was t with strange looks from Iris, Adam, and Chase, as if they were looking at a monster disguised as a human.
“The more I spend ti with you, the less I understand about you,” Iris chid up. She had begun to follow John based on her visions, and knew he was incredibly powerful and talented. However, each feat he displayed, even casual ones like this, continued to shatter the realm of what she thought was possible.
Even Adam and Chase couldn’t help but look at John strangely once again, which caused him to shrug his shoulders in response.
“There’s no point in dwelling on my score,” John said as he began to walk into the town as the others followed behind quickly.
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