Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 602 - 409 Test and Craftsmanship4

This was not good news for the other nine of them.

"As Ark of Salvation sir ntioned," Saint Emperor Lan Xuan said with neither humility nor arrogance, "I once fortuitously obtained a manual from Craftsman Lin Luo, from which I received the Hundred Arts legacy.

But even after studying it for several epochs, I was unable to fully comprehend Craftsman Lin Luo’s manual."

At this mont, he appeared calm and unruffled, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner excitent.

For him, this was undoubtedly good news.

Being a successor of the Hundred Refinents Epoch would allow Ark of Salvation to give him more favor.

However, at this ti, Ark of Salvation spoke again, "Although you have a certain fate with my Hundred Refinents Epoch, the final competition for control over the Ark of Salvation will still depend on the understanding of the Hundred Arts to determine the outco."

"Yes!" Saint Emperor Lan Xuan replied.

Then Ark of Salvation waved a hand, and dots of luminescence suddenly appeared amidst the ruins of the Hundred Refinents Epoch.

Following that, a series of images appeared.

Previously, when the Supre of the Reincarnation Epoch took action, scenes from the Reincarnation Epoch had erged, from the start to the end of the epoch.

But what appeared for the Hundred Refinents Epoch was different.

These images were not a history, nor a beginning or an end, but a series of images of the Hundred Refinents Craftsn forging weapons, refining pill dicines, drawing talismans, and setting up formations.

Countless images converged, looking incredibly vast.

Of course, what was most shocking was the craftspersons’ concentration on their work in their hands.

They were fully absorbed, as if nothing else in the world could disturb them.

Their passion for the Hundred Arts had been branded deep into their bones, having completely integrated into their souls.

Thereafter, those images suddenly flashed and then rged into one.

In this composite image, countless Hundred Refinents Craftsn were busily at work.

So of the Hundred Refinents Craftsn were forging, so were designing, so were arranging formations, so were inscribing spirit runes...

Beneath them was a trendously large vessel.

The na of the ship was self-evident—the Ark of Salvation, the existence rumored to carry the last hope of the Hundred Refinents Epoch.

Even if it had already crashed, nobody had forgotten it!

The scene shown in the image was the construction of the Ark during the Hundred Refinents Epoch.

Grand, vast...

The ten inheritors present didn’t even know how to perfectly describe this image.

Especially at the sight of the complete Ark, all felt a surge of passion, filled with an overwhelming sentint.

The chanical puppet Ark said, "What you are seeing now is the scene of the Hundred Refinents Epoch when they forged the Ark of Salvation.

The upcoming ultimate test is to project your True Spirits into that scene. Inside, you will have your own identities and engage in the construction process of the Ark personally.

The final test will not be my selection, but the Ark of Salvation itself making the choice!"

After finishing, a streak of light burst forth from the brows of Laozi, Yuan Shi, and the other ten individuals, falling into the image.

This thod was not a matter of pulling people into the river of history, but a simple simulation, so it would not alter the course of history.

"After so many epochs, after the craftsn of the Hundred Refinents Epoch have been completely erased, how many in the world can still be called craftsn?" muttered Ark of Salvation.

A craftsman possesses the spirit of craftsmanship, the essence of an artisan.

Compared to those mighty beings of other epochs with great Divine Skills, they are more like explorers of knowledge.

The Hundred Refinents Epoch is a special epoch!

At this mont, as the ten individuals’ True Spirits fell into the image, each acquired a new identity.

The identities they acquired basically matched the skills they were adept at.

"If I acquire the Ark of Salvation, can I dominate my own Fate? Or is all this within his calculations?" mused Artisan God, spreading his hands open, as suddenly a gateway rose in them.

This gateway, which had erged during the third and the fourth epochal calamities, had always released trendous power.

In the construction scene of the Ark of Salvation, all ten of them brought everything they had with them upon entering.

Realm, strength, extraordinary items!

None were lacking!

"Qi Jing, you take charge of inscribing the Formation on the Ark’s tail fin," a voice called out, spoken by an older craftsman.

"Understood!" Artisan God replied, his new identity being nad Qi Jing.

Outside the Ark, all the Supres were paying close attention to this place.

Compared to the previous appearances of Halo Epoch and Reincarnation Epoch, the Ark of Salvation from the Hundred Refinents Epoch was just too important, demanding extra caution.

"Once the Ark selects an inheritor, the Secret Forces will certainly make their move," said the Supre of the Dao Realm.

"I have just checked; the defenses of the Myriad Realms are intact," spoke Mystery Supre, "Even if the Master of the Tower of Ti himself arrives, he won’t be capable of breaking the defenses of All Heavens, let alone descending without any sign."

However, the other Supres didn’t share this optimism.

The aspect of the Secret Forces that was most worriso was their implanting of traitors in various places.

Even the Supres of the Myriad Realms Epoch had a traitor among them, but they did not yet know who it was, making it hard to defend against...

Of course, despite the trepidation towards the thods of the Secret Forces, the Supres of the Myriad Realms were far from afraid.

If the Secret Forces dared to co, they were ready to fight back.

This is the Myriad Realms Epoch, their territory; it’s not others’ turn to be presumptuous here.

Secret Forces.

"The Ark of Salvation is a necessity for the lord; I will take action this ti!" declared the Lord of Silence.