As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand, and a stream of Primordial Qi shot from his fingertip, landing on the ceiling of the lecture hall. Imdiately, a wave of Primordial Qi rippled out.
Chen Yan squinted his eyes and looked up, seeing translucent runes appear on the walls of the entire lecture hall. Clearly, so array had been activated—it was probably the transmitting sound array that the middle-aged Outer Disciple had ntioned.
So people watched with curiosity, while others reacted faster, ignoring the commotion and instead seizing the ti to close their eyes and ditate, organizing their inner thoughts and preparing themselves.
The middle-aged man didn’t speak, but his eyes carefully observed these preparatory disciples below the stage. In his heart, he silently rembered a few who weren’t disturbed by words or the array, who seized the ti to close their eyes and ditate.
Regardless of their innate talent, this reaction alone distinguished their ntal acuity and the steadiness and sincerity of their Dao hearts.
Chen Yan sat among the crowd, inconspicuous, making no inappropriate movents when the middle-aged man’s gaze swept over. He watched others’ actions and only closed his eyes after they had entered ditation.
A short ti equivalent to burning half an incense stick quickly passed.
Just as Chen Yan had entered a state of inner tranquility, suddenly...
"Dang!!"
The gong sound echoed without warning!
Moreover, under the effect of the transmitting sound array, Chen Yan felt his eardrums resonate, as if the sound was directly striking into his consciousness!
This gong sound imdiately jolted his awareness!
Before he could react, the second gong sound had already rung out.
Dang!!
This ti, the sa gong sound felt like a hamr, heavily striking his heart, almost instantly making his clear consciousness vibrate and nearly causing him to lose focus.
Then, Chen Yan’s remaining consciousness suddenly sensed sothing amiss.
He once again plunged into that subtle state—like when he was on the flying boat, watching the Immortal Mountain from afar, shaken by the divine light, his consciousness slipping into an ethereal yet controlled by a certain power...
That strange rhythmic cadence seed to seize control of his consciousness at once.
It was like a drunken person dancing gracefully, his consciousness flowing and rhythmically subtle.
At the sa ti, the Primordial Qi around him began to flow!
Chen Yan secretly thought this was bad, but he couldn’t extricate himself from this strange state—the control or allure of this gong sound was much stronger than the divine light from the distant view on the cargo flying boat!
Just as the Primordial Qi around Chen Yan started to flow uncontrollably, following a strange rhythm...
Suddenly, deep within Chen Yan’s heart, that voice appeared again...
"Humph!!"
A cold snort echoed in his heart, full of dissatisfaction!
In an instant, the slightly tipsy, uncontrolled state receded like a tide!
Chen Yan abruptly opened his eyes, only to find that his consciousness and body had already returned under his control!
That subtle state of enlightennt instantly vanished without a trace.
The mont he opened his eyes, he imdiately caught the attention of the middle-aged Outer Disciple standing in front.
A scrutinizing gaze swept over, landing on Chen Yan’s face, pausing for a mont before displaying a hint of regret and disdain, then quickly shifting to the next person...
Indeed, Chen Yan glanced around nearby, discovering that almost all the disciples in the hall were still ditating with closed eyes.
Only he, along with a few others, had opened their eyes.
The gong sound continued to ring, one after another.
Eventually, it tolled a total of forty-nine tis before it ceased.
The middle-aged man’s gaze continuously roved among the people below the stage.
Chen Yan noticed that when the gong stopped, everyone below had already opened their eyes—in fact, when the gong rang halfway, nine-tenths had already opened their eyes.
When the gong sounded thirty-sothing tis, the last person in ditation suddenly awakened as if from a dream.
For the remaining ten or so gong sounds, everyone listened with their eyes open.
The middle-aged man’s expression held so helplessness, but more a touch of disappointnt.
"It seems that in this session I’m leading, there are no individuals with exceptionally high comprehension... Well, geniuses are rare, and one can’t encounter them every ti."
The middle-aged man unceremoniously stated coldly, "Just now, none of you managed to endure until the gong ceased... Among you, a few opened your eyes after just three gong sounds—that indicates extrely poor comprehension!
Those who opened their eyes before the fifth gong sound, you know who you are, and I’ve rembered your faces too; I won’t na nas, saving you so face—from today, you can choose whether to attend my classes or not.
Preserve your energy and efforts for other lessons, for as far as comprehension is concerned, you won’t et the qualification under my guidance!"
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In the evening, when Chen Yan left the side hall lecture hall with the group back to the courtyard, he noticed that most people’s expressions were normal, except for one person whose face was extrely dejected—Chen Yan recognized this person as one of the few individuals who had opened their eyes after listening to two or three gongs earlier on.
Coincidentally, this person was from the sa courtyard as himself.
The person’s face was pale, their gaze disheartened, as though they hadn’t yet awakened from the blow.
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